By way of Slave Labor Graphics:
New Artwork from Jhonen Vasquez in L.A. Weekly
Check out the strip (and, once again, we remind you that we don't mean that kind of strip) Jhonen did for super*Market, an independent comic convention that took place in Los Angeles the weekend of November 7. No, the "enlarge image" link doesn't work for us, either. That's because the link has the wrong URL. Fortunately, we were smart enough to figure out that the real link is here.
Everyone here loves Jhonen, right?
I mean, he's no Kris Dresen, whose work you can adorn your body with and help support TechnoDyke.com with t-shirts, jerseys and assorted other swag, but, y'know, he does some nice stuff too.
That's. . . not a grammatical sentence of English, is it? Well, I tried. . .
Odd day yesterday. Started downloading Debian security updates after trashing the existing install and starting over from scratch (no, the Lucent internal modem still isn't working, but I'm living in hope), went for a walk waiting for 70+ MB to fit down a very narrow pipe, and ended up at Chicago Diner.
At about a 9:15.
They open at 10.
So I headed the couple extra blocks over to Pick Me Up Cafe. And hope I wasn't too obnoxious sitting there having a conversation with Neo on the cell. I really don't want to be one of those people.
About that initial walk: I live, more or less, at Clark and Berwyn (I know you're out there, Son of Sven fans, shut the hell up).
Call it 5200 north.
Chicago Diner is located at about 3400 north.
It was a nice morning for a walk.
Also, I cannot gauge distances for shit.
I took the Red Line home.
Then later I had dinner at Heartland Cafe and tried not to annoy The Hotness That Is Nina X, since the full (or is it just almost full?) moon seemed to be making everyone, staff and customers, even more freakish than normal. And if you've been to the Heartland, you know that's quite freakish indeed.
And somehow managed to see Antonia's Line at some point too.
Just don't ask for a timeline on any of this.
See, I had something called a Zombie at Pick Me Up (and only see from that last link that they do, in fact, offer vegan breakfasts, since I only looked at the hot drinks on the menu yesterday, because I am an idiot), which if I remember right is two shots of espresso in a huge friggin' cup of joe, and although I might have slept since then, I can't really swear to that.
Anyway, um, yes, new Jhonen Vasquez art. Go look.
Oh yeah, and at some point I ended up at Brown Elephant. Woman next to me, wearing a fetching big black leather jacket and nothing vaguely resembling makeup, was riffling through a socket set to make sure all the pieces were included. And I looked over at her and said, "Stereotype."
And she paused.
And then laughed and admitted that, um, yes, she did have power tools at home.
I did not further inquire what sorts of power tools.
Note to self: Do not venture out in public when veiny, evil, stupid, horny and buzzing on entirely too much coffee, you start hitting on random butches in resale shops.
Mmm. Vasquez-y goodness.
So, what you're saying is that next time I'm up there we shall have to hit Both Pick Me Up And Heartland [where I still haven't eaten]?
Nice talking w/you. If anyone accuses you of being one of those ppl, I'll beat them up.
Oh my, yes. They're both nice places. And both easily accessible via the Red Line, which my legs have become great fans of recently.
Bodyguard, eh? Angling for the Channon position, are we?
Forget it, love.
You're still the cat.
Look, you know that that cat would kick the ass of anyone who touched Spider...
& I'm not as tall as Michelle, either...
Tis true. Neo and I have been in the same place and we can verify that I stand taller....then just about anyone.