Gibberings
Dad told me never to use XTREE when he wasn’t in the room.
August 19, 2008 ~ 11:23:06 PM * -07:00ST
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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 # 142
I want you filthy heathens to know that I am typing this missive at great risk to life and limb. Mostly limb.
I have developed a seizure. Yes, something of mine now seizes. The seizings happen to the bird-flippin’ digit of my right hand, the single most-used finger in the profession of gonzo blogging. I can’t tell you how many times I gave my editors the deuce during the birth of my now-unpublished “review” of Resistance: Fall of Man. I believe I referred to a Sony representative in simian terms, and many were the birds that flipped over that article, let me tell you.
What I’m saying is that this is a professional hazard, one I knew I would face when I signed up for the mission. I will be absent from my usual haunts for an undetermined amount of time. I’m on Xbox Live a lot because my thumbs are fine and Hexic is a natural opiate.
Rikki painted this beautiful donkey jet thing using actual paint (for the first time in ten years) and named it “Eliza”. I think it’s probably useless to ask why. Somehow I feel I should be ashamed, and scramble to cover my nakedness. As if he donned a pith helmet and protective eyewear, and ventured deep into the dim wilderness of my essential being, and there set up an easel and arrayed his paints just so, and recorded only what he saw. I am a belching, airborne maniac and until now, I’ve been able to keep it relatively quiet.
Truly, I am the “Madame X” of my generation.
A fair chunk of my artworks will be in the upcoming issue of Other, which is a zine I am ashamed to admit I know nothing about. This ties to the previous paragraphs because my renderings of characters from Rikki and Tavisha’s “Ranklechick and His Three-Legged Cat” will probably be included, albeit in monochrome.
The Bee Commission (a collection of paintings, drawings and sketches based on a year’s work to create a “demon bee” for a commission) will go up at Glo’s on Cap Hill at the end of April. Load-in is the 29th. I was informed that Glo’s does not “do” openings, since they are a breakfast spot. I think there should occur a brunch at least. Perhaps I can make reservations.
My other show will hang at Lighthouse Roasters in Fremont, and will be more of a catch-all. Pieces from Unhallowed Metropolis and other books, as well as Monocle, Bat Smax, and whatever else I can finish before load-in. Jesus christ.
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Eliza Gauger on March 5th, 2007 ~ 08:24:43 PM
Slotted into Artwork, Digital, Paintings, Robots, Seattle, The Bee Commission |
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Log # 64
Monkeybutton Rust
Rustbutton Brass Monkeybutton Rust
From vebelfetzer.
3×5″
Oil on rubber. I know, rubber. I’m thinking if it starts to
disintegrate, it’ll just add to the look. You can tell by the size who it’s for!
(I’m allowed to change the title as much as I want, dammit.)
