Friday, March 6, 2009
A few years ago, When Johnny Murder and I began mutually stalking each other full time, he came into my bar and gave me this comic he had drawn. He called it "erotic art."
I knew then that I would not let him leave after our third date, and we've been together ever since.
Unfortunately, Johnny's a complicated man. He has Tourette's, stupid back injuries, and super bad cabin fever.
I am a hermit. I'm constantly looking for new reasons not to have to leave the house, particularity with total cultural collapse right around the corner.
So I told Johnny, "You need a bed hobby. Why don't you embroider your comics?"
And a star was born. A thunder stealing star.
Yep. That says "Piss Popsicle".
So now, not only is Mr. Murder famous for his band and his band and his bands, (available on iTunes!), now he gets phone calls from people in Australia and the U.K. asking about interviewing him for their subversive crafting pieces.
It makes me feel like this.
I just have to remember to channel my rage and sour grapes into my own projects.
Anyone else living with Talent Hoggers?