My writing session is going swimmingly, as evidenced by this photo.
Hello, Art Monkeys.
It may be necessary for you to lie down for a few minutes. If you’re experiencing vertigo, it might have something to do with our choice of themes lately. You see, right on the heels of our spectacular Sandman session, we just had our mind-blowing tribute to Warren Ellis and Darick Robertson’s comic book masterpiece, Transmetropolitan. If you are unfamiliar with the series, first of all, where the fuck have you been? I guess some sort of explanation is in order. It’s sort of like Hunter S. Thompson meets Futurama and… really, I think that’s all you need to know. The session was to promote the upcomingTransmetropolitan art book. The proceeds from this book go to the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund, so it’s for a good cause, but even if it weren’t, you should still preorder a copy, just because it’s got a shitload of great artists’ work. For our session we had genderqueer model Jiz Lee filling the role of outlaw journalist Spider Jerusalem and the statuesque Ryan Keely was his filthy assistant, Channon Yarrow. Justin Lussier took pictures.
Nothing brings people together like cigarettes and bowel disruptors.
Just underneath Spider’s callous exterior is his utter, unadulterated contempt for you, the audience.
Ryan Keely is on the cover of the March issue of Penthouse magazine, on sale now. I know this because I read Penthouse for the articles. There are articles in Penthouse, right?
The drawings for our first contest were drawn with the artists’ left hands because their rights were busy flipping people off.
Spider’s tattoos didn’t just happen, you know. Here is a rare peak backstage with our professional tatto artist friend Jess and her army of helper monkeys applying all of those tattoos.
I don’t know what Spider is yelling in this scene, but if I had to guess, it’s probably an obscenity.
For our second contest, we had the artists incorporate future technology into their drawings.
This one confuses me, which is why I’m sure it’s art.
I actually received clarification from the artist that the future technology depicted was merely a marker that never gets dull, but I still contend that it has some magical anti-aging properties, because that Spider is damned good-looking for 87.
It’s iPollen! Now 50% less fatal!
A box of dicks, obviously.
But the winner was this depiction of a scene from the rough draft of A.I. He is not real, but his blowjobs are.
The winner received a lovely book from our friends at Baby Tattoo.
Here, you can kind of see John and I hosting the session. For those of you with really good eyesight, I’m the one in the suit, smiling.
I should point out that the smoking two-headed cat used for this session had to be sewn together from two one-headed cats, as stuffed two-headed smoking cats were not available. What the hell, stuffed animal manufacturers?
We picked our favourite drawings of this reenaction of the classic scene in which Channon woke up next to a naked Spider to submit for inclusion inTransmetropolitan art book, which, if you haven’t already preordered, you should preorder right now.
(Bonus photo by Christy Sawyer)
For this session, Foley shaved half of his head to play the role of Fred Christ. He also severed his thumb, but that’s another story. The point is, that’s real dedication. The next time someone makes a big deal about Tom Hanks or Robert De Niro gaining some weight for a movie, remember this image of what a real man looks like.
And this is what a real man looks like getting beaten with The Chair Leg of Truth. Real art is painful, Mr. Foley.
I love how Jiz Lee was apparently distracted by Ryan’s ass halfway through this pose. Not that I can blame Jiz.
Our last contest of the session was to make your drawing into a comics page.
We especially liked the ones that used the word “fuck.”
The winner received the greatest gift we had to give - Spider’s cock.
And while our other contest winners enjoy their free liquor (the best kind of liquor), we must take our leave. Thank you to Molly, Jess, Melissa, Justin, Foley, Tim, John, Paul, Yao, Lauren, Christy, Dennis, and Dolcy.
See you next time.
- Syd Bernstein
if this was a tabletop rpg book, it would have a billion reblogs by now
Working always seems to be more fun when I’m in a pair of my favourite underwear…
dating dumb girls is sooo much easier, but who wants that?
First peek at Ender’s Game this book changed my life, and lessons taught therein unfortunately changed the lives of several people around me.
a clockwork orange
In a book coming out next week called The Bonobo and the Atheist, primatologist Frans de Waal argues that morality is built into our species. Rather than coming to us top-down from God, or any other external source, morality for de Waal springs bottom-up from our emotions and our day-to-day social interactions, which themselves evolved from foundations in animal societies.
For 30 years, de Waal has authored books about apes and monkey that open our eyes to the bottom-up origins of our human behaviors, ranging from politics to empathy. In this, his 10th volume, he extends that perspective by writing, “It wasn’t God who introduced us to morality; rather, it was the other way around. God was put into place to help us live the way we felt we ought to.”
"The way we felt we ought to" has a long evolutionary history, so that de Waal’s thesis depends crucially on numerous and convincing examples from our closest living relatives.
I came to this conclusion when talking about my past.The horrified look of the people listening as I non nonchalantly described being one of thirteen siblings. The only survivor my mother’s miscarriages via my father’s abuse. There is a humble and tragic beginning, adventure, crime, redemption, glory. All the things that comprise an excellent tale. Must get editor