January 2010
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dolceandvagina asked: what is your favorite pokemon?
grand news
mlou:
sweet, little dragon to feature on the new gorillaz album!
if my face is wet, it’s not rain, it’s tears of joy
Mark Newbold's Animated Necker Cube →
PHL 483
Watchlifeelsewhere:
this is utterly awesome and if you don’t agree, well then…
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Save a hide, wear a rubber (boot) →
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TIPS TO LOWER STRESS (thanks, Yo.)
thebeabook:
ninaison:
So, if you feel like your stress level is high, try to tick off some items on this list. A little effort now means a lot less stress, later.
Go to bed thirty minutes earlier than usual. Get up twenty minutes earlier than usual. Before you go to sleep, prepare for the morning. Bring a hat and an umbrella. Don’t wear tight clothes or uncomfortable shoes. Make a list....
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JV on Invader Zim
by Daniel Robert Epstein
DRE:
Did you have an office you had to go to when you were working for Nickelodeon?
JV:
Everyday I would report to a neon green and orange building in Burbank, California with gigantic statues of The Rugrats and Hey Arnold on the top. The giant Chucky would spew molten lead at passers by and cackle insanely while Arnold would occasionally vomit out some half digested little brat who pissed off security.
DRE:
Did the fury ever go away of seeing that stuff?
JV:
The truth is everyday I would drive up, go up to the very top of the parking structure where there were no cars. Be very quiet for a few minutes to let whatever song I was listening to finish playing, take a deep breath, I'd walk down the stairs to take in the sweet horrible air of Burbank. There was a big glass door that you have to walk through with a cold glass handle covered in animator germs. Opening that door would give me horrible shudder down my spine each and every time. No joke.
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DRE:
You obviously made some money from it.
JV:
Yeah, but it's all gone. The last thing that I wanted was to be sitting around in this pile of cash, which is what I did for way too long before deciding it was bad. I had this Hefty bag filled with cash that I would get into and have one of my slaves seal twist tie closed. I'd roll around in it, giggling and laughing like a monster baby until I was tired. But it was dirty money, dirty children money printed on the skin of flayed children. I needed to find an evil way to it so that Nickelodeon would be contributing to something unholy in the world.
DRE:
What'd you spend it on?
JV:
Just whores. Whores over on Sunset Boulevard and Santa Monica. Whores and robots. Some of the whores were robots.
Money is not happiness. Being able to pay your rent is happiness but a third season of being in hell would not have been worth it. But I do have a lot to show for it. I love the show and a lot of what came out of it, like some of the people I met and got to work with, but those were truly some of the unhappiest days of my life.
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DRE:
From what I've seen of your comics it didn't seem like sex and pornography made a big portion of your work?
JV:
You obviously never read Porny the Pornocidal Porniac, a lesser known of my works, but one for which I still receive damp napkins of praise in the mail from fans. Other than that, sex and such just didn't seem to have the lady-getting appeal as the "dooky " and "stabbing jerks in face" kind of humor I opted for in the earlier work. My choice backfired however, as most of the women I met thought I would stab them while shitting at them, and when I refused they got surly.
DRE:
Johnny [the Homicidal Maniac] never seemed to get laid.
JV:
No that's a very conscious thing with him too. There are shades of a romantic inside of him but he's got this absolute disgust of intimacy.
DRE:
You can see that within him [laughs].
JV:
Stop laughing at me. But yeah, to him, the idea of inviting a romance to begin is inviting it to inevitably die. He's a coward and I think it manifests itself in many ways. One of them being the fact that's he's disgusted with sexuality. I don't think he has a sex drive and if he does it finds its way out through other means, mainly a knife through the flesh. Which isn't that far off from some romances, the kind that get deep under your skin and bones and twist up through you, letting spill out all the things you keep for yourself, and you struggle and struggle to pull your insides back in but they're too slippery and you slide on your own splashing mess and fall back on your head which cracks open. Then the demons gnaw on your groin or something.
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DRE:
What's the weirdest thing a fan has ever sent you?
JV:
A classic one is the dead squirrel.
DRE:
Was there a note with it?
JV:
I personally didn't open it. It got sent to where all my fan mail goes, to my publisher. They noticed one of the packages was bleeding because that thing was fairly fresh. They opened it up and there was this dead squirrel. They made a big deal out of it. It turned into a mess. Apparently the girl who sent it got into some trouble because of that.
A while back I asked Dan Vado, my publisher, what ever became of that girl and how they handled the whole thing. All Dan would ever say was "It's taken care of". A week after that call, the girl's head shows up in a box to on my doorstep. Dan is cool.
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DRE:
Did you check out Suicide Girls?
JV:
I did, and I find it morally reprehensible. All that flesh, shooting out of my monitor into my eyeballs. After about the fifteenth hour, I stopped looking at the site and began being appalled. How do I order some of these ladies, by the way? You know...for research?
DRE:
They would never call me back if I said that. "I want to order one of the girls in a box."
JV:
Under each one of the girls there should put little boxes marked quantity. As though they are clones.
DRE:
And gift wrapped.
JV:
You are bad, and I hate you.
complete interview on Suicide Girls:
http: //suicidegirls.com/interviews/Jhonen+Vasquez+invades+SuicideGirls/
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