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Tossers 2: Yea Though I Toss

So, those of you who’ve been around for a while will probably remember a lot of everything that goes on over here at my once-upon-a-Grimey-Studios started back in college, when the focal point of all the art and insanity was an absolutely godawful comic Cor and I called “Tossers.”

And man, have I missed it. In addition to finishing up those six paintings, I’ve started getting things back in order to finally start the loooooooong overdue and vastly improved sequel, called, creatively, Tossers 2. Or, more often, just Tosse2s. Anyone who finds that name awful is fully encouraged to look up what a tosser is, then get back to me.

Anyway, it’s been a while since I picked up a pencil, but, here’s a holiday sketch for all of you in the home audience. More to come.

Sometimes I Feel So Under-Accomplished

I gotta admit, one of the things I worry about most is that I’m not doing enough. Hanging around such richly productive folks as Nathan and Mike Altman doesn’t do much to alleviate that nagging feeling.

On some level I always decide the healthiest response is to admit that since I go so many different paths with what I do that I’ll always be behind in at least a few things and to continue pouring my single-minded devotion into whatever project I do happen to feel passionate about at the moment, and not just push myself through the motions out of some contrived need to feel like I’m creating “enough” (and, really, what ever really does count as “enough?”). But, carry that too far and I find I bottom out into lazy, so I fight against even that some too.

Anyway, I’m back to work on Steph’s painting, then I gotta make a stretcher and I’ll move onto one inspired by ideas from The Club Dumas, then maybe I’ll work with Nick and see if we can’t drag some models into things and do a few photos I’ve been wanting to do. I should also start work on the site for the AASW, and then it’s long-past due for Grimey Studios to get a content-rich, ever-updating site. Hell, I already have it designed and in the wings, so let’s throw that on the plate.

Now, NaNoWriMo next month will probably mess up things royally, so, let’s call the end of January as a good time to have all those resolved. Hold me to that.

Frink! Frink!



So, it’s not unknown amongst my friends that ever after having read Jeffrey “Channing” Wells’ delightfully unhinged and frequently brilliant Mundementia One, that I love lemurs. Mundementia One is a story where the world is so vastly insane and complex that a notable percentage of the population develop mental afflictions that allow them to perceive it as ‘mundane’–or in fact not different from our world. On the other side of the veil are all sorts of bizarre and strange truths: including mad scientists, undead Utahraptors, Personal Dialog Assistants, the ever-watchful eyes of authors looking in on the world, and of course, a human-sized delta-lemur named ‘Luke.’

And so, imagine the sharp intake of excited air (a gasp, if you will), that passed my lips as I saw this little ball of way-too-cute. It’s an eco-friendly bean-baggish lemur plush, and, well, here, read this from the manufacturer:

Yes, it’s fair to say that lemurs are the most freakishly adorable creatures that have ever existed ever. Ever. And if that wasn’t enough, these lemurs are made of soy.

Yep, soy. The outside is soy bean fiber, and the inside is 100% Kapok, a sustainable rainforest crop. No kidding.

That is pretty fabulous. I want one. Maybe two. Can’t have enough lemurs running around.

Product purchasble over at

Grimey Studios Starts Pondering Podcasting

finnegans_wake_tshirt-p235938976575602243p6jc_400Nick and myself have been pondering starting a Grimeycast for a while now, and over the long weekend at fellow Grimey Max Brustkern’s digs, he re-presented the notion that we should really just all read the same set passage of James Joyce’s infamous masterpiece Finnegan’s Wake and then have a debate about what that passage even said. An idea which I’m actually all for.

It has been said that Joyce, having used as much of the English language as could be used in Ulysses, proceeded in Finnegan’s Wake to make a good and solid attempt at using everyone else’s languages as well. Five eyar’s ago “AJ” from Maryland said the following about the novel in a review on Amzon, and from what I’ve read myself I haven’t found a more apt assessment of the work:

The language in “Finnegans Wake” is a continuum of puns, portmanteaus, disfigured words, anagrams, and rare scraps of straightforward prose. What Joyce does is exploit the way words look and sound in order to associate them with remote, unrelated ideas. For example, his phrase “Olives, beets, kimmells, dollies” may sound familiar to those who happen to know that the first four letters of the Hebrew alphabet are aleph, bet, gimel, daled. “Psing a psalm of psexpeans, apocryphul of rhyme” recalls a nursery rhyme that may reside quietly in your most dormant memory cells, while “Where it is nobler in the main to supper than the boys and errors of outrager’s virtue” sounds like a drunk auditioning for the role of Hamlet. Imaginary adjectives that pertain to letters of the English alphabet are employed to describe Dublin as a city “with a deltic origin and a nuinous end.” “Finnegans Wake” is the ultimate in esoterica, and what you get out of it depends largely on your store of knowledge, so that upon completion, with a mutual wink at Joyce, you congratulate yourself for being so clever.

The idea of a group discussion is, I’m almost sure, occuring to Nick because of my many discussions about the merits of Tom Robbin’s under-appreciated masterpiece Fierce Invalids Home From Hot Climates, in which Switters, the main character, is a member of a group of CIA agents and related trouble-makers and intellectuals who get together infrequently to discuss Finnegan’s Wake in all-night bravado sessions featuring more alcohol and bullshit than a cattle ranch after a whisky rain. And having attempted to read the Wake myself, I think Robbins might have been onto how to actually read that sucker.

only_revolutionsAnd, I need to read Finnegan’s Wake anyway. While I seriously doubt it’s as influential a work as Tristram Shandy–which set the ground-work for what would much later become post-modernism–Finnegan’s Wake is at least the most obvious influence on another of my favorite works of literature, the mind-baffling and circuitous Only Revolutions by Mark Z Danielewski. While both Only Revolutions and Finnegan’s Wake indulge in stream-of-consciousness verbal cartwheeling on top of a circular narrative that renders both of them nigh unreadable, that’s also what gives them their magic.Reading it through one is almost always either one of the most frustrating, exasperating disappoing experiences of your life, or one that’ll gnaw at the back of your mind, forever inviting you to do it again and again until the walls of the insanity dissolve and leave you understaning the majesty that you just know is lurking in there somewhere.

I Gots Canvas

It’s been a busy week followed with a busy weekend, and so I’ve got less done then I would like to have (as always). New site work update in a moment, this one for Grimey co-founder Cory Long who has finished his masters (congrats old buddy!) and is soon to be moving to China to hook up with his fiancé of quite some time now. And, since he’s moving, he had a “please take my stuff” party the night before graduation, and I finally remembered to take this gessoed wall-size canvas he’s had forever.

Now, to build a proper stretcher (unlike the crap I took the canvas off of) and it’s time to make another painting. I’ll try and get some concept sketches up for that once I have them.