I read several dozen stories a year from miserable, lonely guys who insist that women won’t come near them despite the fact that they are just the nicest guys in the world.
..I’m asking what do you offer? Are you smart? Funny? Interesting? Talented? Ambitious? Creative? OK, now what do you do to demonstrate those attributes to the world? Don’t say that you’re a nice guy — that’s the bare minimum.
“Well, I’m not sexist or racist or greedy or shallow or abusive! Not like those other douchebags!”
I’m sorry, I know that this is hard to hear, but if all you can do is list a bunch of faults you don’t have, then back the fuck away..
..Don’t complain about how girls fall for jerks; they fall for those jerks because those jerks have other things they can offer. “But I’m a great listener!” Are you? Because you’re willing to sit quietly in exchange for the chance to be in the proximity of a pretty girl (and spend every second imagining how soft her skin must be)? Well guess what, there’s another guy in her life who also knows how to do that, and he can play the guitar. Saying that you’re a nice guy is like a restaurant whose only selling point is that the food doesn’t make you sick. You’re like a new movie whose title is This Movie Is in English, and its tagline is “The actors are clearly visible”.
OH, and here are some quick process shots from that SP//dr comic I’m doing with Gerard.
I had to work over vacation this summer, and couldn’t bring my Cintiq. This is how it works when I do everything on paper. It gets messy, but using multiple colored pencils helps me keep all that information straight.
OH, and for those of you who’ve been asking… I go full-time on Necropolis two weeks from today. I cannot wait.
Tuesday, September 2nd, 2014
moving my hands across keyboards each morning
while others fight indignities
done daily to their families
waking up at some sacred hour
while those with soil on their hands follow the scorching sun
But our world is
and cannot be defined by
another’s soiled hands or fight
A future where one reads
an e-book and sends
an ‘im bored’ e-mail to
a friend in another country.
A future where one takes
a selfie, smokes an e-cig,
and makes sure to throw
a ‘bored’ look—not lonely.
A future where we’re all
around the same e-fire,
then re-placed alone, and
given the illusion of together.
"College kids literally don’t care about walking in the way of cars at school because we’re like “hit me i don’t care pay my tuition.”"
Friday, August 15th, 2014
Of course detractors will subtly hint
that your project is feeble and futile at best
but a wind of love coming straight from the west
gives you warmth of commitment, a crossbeam of strength
The length of an endless daisied field
Speckled with the dark future lives you will light
If only you’d lift your arms and take flight