Gibberings
Dad told me never to use XTREE when he wasn’t in the room.
July 18, 2008 ~ 09:57:04 PM * -07:00ST
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Log # 169
Grinding Noises
I realize, yes, that the last entry was a horrible chunk of insane blither. If you’re interested in actually making a fully-formed answer to the question “what’s up” spring, Athena-like, from my puckered brow, then I encourage you to skim the beast for news of home.
Otherwise you may carry on as normal.
Near the end I said something about acquiring an assistant. What I really need is a manager. Someone to tell me what I’m supposed to be doing, when, and for how much money. Say I’m an irritable young renaissance man with too many irons in the fire, a tight budget, and boundless aspirations. Is it possible to hire someone to organize my horrific life for me? Am I doomed to live in filth, nesting in the wadded-up pages of unfinished comics? What’s wrong with my brain, anyway? Why do I insist on taking on five and six projects at a time? Why can’t I find that other Netflix disc?! It’s been months!
Here’s an illustration from Unhallowed Metropolis that I don’t think I’ve posted yet. It’s a Dhampir, a half-vampire, hunter-for-hire sort of shonen character. I groaned when I read the description Jason gave me. The Sephiroth type gives me hives. Looking at this image now, for the first time in months after I completed it, I can see a slew of little irritating problems that are impossible to rectify, since the thing is already being printed. I sob with frustration.
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Eliza Gauger on July 26th, 2007 ~ 01:09:09 AM
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Log # 168
Accounting for the Dead and Wounded
Currently toiling away in the following salt mines:
- Destructoid, a gaming news blog, has hired me and Florian Eckhardt/John Brownlee as a package deal, and we have already begun smearing our stilted nonsense all over their face. Many thanks to Gay Gamer and others for the warm welcomes. We really missed you.
- The two of us will be attending Tokyo Game Show in late September, also on behalf of the ‘Toid. Don’t worry, they’re sending real journalists, too. As far as Flor and I can tell, we’re being dragged along for the questionable purposes of consuming as much Hello Panda (me) and Kirin (Eckhardt) as possible, thus ensuring a sugar- and booze-fueled staccato diatribe to break up those yawn-inspiring “LIVEBLOGGING THE TOKYO GAME SHOW!!11″ posts that will stream down the gaming feeds during the conference. The working title of our adventures will be “Fear and Lost in Translation”.
- It’s good to be back in the gaming game, I gotta tell ya.
- I’m also attending the San Diego Comic Con this weekend, sort of. And sort of on behalf of Destructoid.
- Ectoplasmosis is full steam ahead, thank you very much.
- Unhallowed Metropolis Book One is complete, and will launch at GenCon Indy. I may or may not be there.
- Unhallowed Metropolis Books Two and Three are in the works, respectively. One will be entirely photographic, and I am under the impression that I’m in charge of the art direction. The other will be an expansion for the game itself, dealing primarily with the occult, and will have both photographic and drawn/painted illustrations. I’m contributing to this one as well, with art and writing. They’re due in a year or so.
- September will see an art show at Blow Salon in Berkeley, with paintings by me and a bunch of other people of whom I have yet to learn. More on this later, but I’ll probably be finally showing the Bee Commission in public, along with some new pieces.
- I moved out of the homeless shelter. I now live inside a hollowed-out asteroid, covered in rockets, that I have cleverly turned into a spacedinghy. It’s cold here, and all my stuff is still in boxes, but it’s rent controlled and I have yet to see a cockroach.
- I owe some people prints. I’m aware of this, I apologize, but shit has been BANANAS.
- I am vaguely and seriously considering getting some sort of part-time assistant or manager to handle all this bullshit. Basically I need a Deirdre, know what I mean?
- Overlord fucking blows.
- Earth Defense Force rules.
And that about covers it. Questions?
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Eliza Gauger on July 24th, 2007 ~ 11:31:03 PM
Slotted into Destructoid, Ectoplasmosis, Games, Robots, The Internet, Unhallowed Metropolis, Writing |
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Log # 167
May I Interest You In an Xbox
I’m selling these fine leather jackets. Xbox.
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Eliza Gauger on July 14th, 2007 ~ 02:40:32 PM
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Log # 166
Vaporbeast
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Eliza Gauger on July 13th, 2007 ~ 12:50:19 PM
Slotted into Artwork, Sketches |
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Log # 165
Straight Blimpin’
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Eliza Gauger on July 13th, 2007 ~ 12:49:06 PM
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Log # 164
Ecto on LJ
http://syndicated.livejournal.com/ectomo/
Subscribe! Subscribe! Subscribe!
Suckle at the teat of content!
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Eliza Gauger on July 2nd, 2007 ~ 09:59:26 PM
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Log # 163
Table of Malcontents RIP, Ectoplasmosis Forever!
Thanks to the inestimable Rob Beschizza for the music video.
After parting ways from Table of Malcontents, Florian (Brownlee) and I are striking out on our own. Prepare for more Cthursday, more Noise du Jour, more Nabokov, more rust, more stardust. We love you that much, at least.
Ecto will be similar to ToM in content and format, to begin with. From there, we will be experimenting, elaboration, congealing, and generally futzing.
Ecto is also on Twitter: http://twitter.com/ectomo
