I challenge thee myself for 2016

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Just turned 40 *slow clap* and as the saying goes, life begins. So shall start my own challenge/s to mark it’s significance. I have imposed upon myself to start taking writing seriously with the hopes of improving because I have been off putting this one for as long as I can remember. Thus, I am taking small steps by imposing a 100 word/character story challenge (look up drabble or fast fiction if you will) upon myself hopefully daily for 30 days or till I run out of steam if ever I am up to it thereafter. I just started it this March 2 but I’ve posted my entries to another new blog journal at LiveJournal so as not to mingle with every mixed bag of a blog and also I want to dip into using the bloghost for I have been doing WordPress for far too long. Head on over HERE to view my futile attempts at flash fiction. After I get a feel for writing and gather much confidence I will increase the word count gradually like maybe a 500 word or even a 1000 word challenge even (it will be impossible to post daily for that, I know). Wish me luck.

Also, by the gods, I will try to read and finish some pending slush piles I have been accumulating. Hopefully a book a month? Or is it too much of a challenge for me? Well see.

And also, I will be updating this blog as a challenge this year. I know nobody reads this so what the F. So, that’s three challenges for me to accomplish and what better way to do these things than by cutting off interweb time and productive procrastination. So help me, by the gods. And lets not forget this coming October I do hope I can participate to the Inktober Challenge as well coz I’ve been in it for 2 years now. So, we can add that one too. Whew.

My main band is on hiatus and so is our indie comics gig so there’s more time to focus on the challenges at hand but I am not discounting them for maybe something will come up this year. Nuff said.



I’m hip because I’m back to flip

that, dear sir, is not a pebble...it can make calls and text, thats about it

that, dear sir, is not a pebble…it can make calls and text, that’s about it

I’m back to using a flip phone. I’m using my android phone as a dedicated music player at home. Because I have to. To keep me sane and put what order is left in my life. I am cutting myself off the grid, the glowing screen generation. Besides, I ain’t got not much dough to buy another smartphone nowadays.

I’ve reactivated my old motorola krzr K1 ever since my main android phone last year busted a screen while I placed it in my bag. Damn thing was too much of a baby, the massive 5 inch screen cracked easily and now it is essentially a paper weight. I know I should have it repaired at the service center but then the center is only available in Manila and plus it could take months (even a year, based on a friend’s experience w/that company) and also the cost what more or less 50% of how much I bought that stupid thing. F#$ it, i’m not giving in. So, I reactivated my old Samsung Android fone as my main sim1 and my trusty flipfone, a Motorola Krzr K1 circa 2006 as my backup sim2 (picture below)

Nice and shiny dumb phone

because I’ve been going dual-sim since 2011 or so. But then my android fone was already crippled by the fact that its speaker is busted and its battery last only for an hour or two when using wifi or viewing youtube or doing FB or some other heavy shit. So, I always have to connect it to a charger,geez, what a friggin convenience. That’s when I’ve decided to just buy a cheap dumb dual sim phone that won’t bother me with social media connections/games/apps and always begging to be charged.

I have always been a fan of the clamshell/flip phone design since way back. There’s always that cool factor of opening and closing it that never gets old and jaded. Last time I counted, this is my sixth time to have a clamshell phone at one time or another. Starting with the Nokia 7110 (the Matrix fone) then to the cool Motorola Razr V3i then to the Sony Ericsson Z710i which was  my main MP3 player at that time then back to the Motorola Krzr K1 which I still keep in a drawer now. It was replaced by the Samsung E1272 pictured in the uppermost part above. It’s dual sim dual standby and up till now I haven’t charged it since I bought it last Friday. It doesn’t even have a camera, shocking isn’t it and no web browser. Just the basic functions of a phone, call and text. What a relief. Now I have more time to appreciate and do other stuff, notice things around me and not always checking my fone for updates and what not. Is this a rant post? No, not really, just saying kinda thing. Now I can focus on my art or something….wish me luck.

Updates?! What update?!!!

I’m not going to apologize or something here and say sorry for not updating this blog. It would be utterly futile. Nobody reads my post anyways, hehehehe. I am very thankful recently for a good friend of mine The great Tom Perez gave me an early Christmas gift by giving me an awesome comic book issue of Batman/Lobo: Dead Serious No. 1. He just pops up one day and says he wants to give me something out of the blue. How cool is that. Anyways, he knows that I know that everyone knows that I LOVE Sam Kieth art, so, I was in geek heaven then and now. Thanks again buddy, much appreciated, brought tears in my eyes. Here’s the comics I was telling you guys about:

Batman and Lobo in One Comic Book + Sam Kieth = AWESOMENESS

Anyways, after reading this issue, in all honesty, not Kieth’s best writing gig but the art is always consistently Sam Kieth awesome so there you go, quick review or something. But then it got me inspired into sketching again and all I have on hand was my son’s Megasketcher. So, what the heck, I gave it a whirl and this is what I have came up with as a tribute:

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I think that will be all for now. Wish me luck or something. I’ve been kinda off lately, just busy with the day job and all.


So, that’s what it feels like..and some updates

I fellow artist blogger recently commented on a post from my now defunct blog (The Pencil Pushing Area) that an Indian Google+ user by the name of Srikara Srinidhi is swiping an old sketch I did of Wolverine way back 2009. I feel weird all of a sudden. A little violated. Now I know how some real comic book artist feel about there works being swiped up and auctioned on ebay or somewhere as other than their own. It’s something to blog about, at least. I don’t know what the purpose said guy was or was he just like inking over the sketch I did for practice, for impressing a girl or just for kicks. One things for sure, he did not even mentioned me the slightest bit and that grinds my gear even though I myself I’m not much of a piece of work, I am not Jim Lee or Oliver Coipel who deserves to be aped at, hell, I rarely even sketch nowadays for I am focusing all my comic book energy (yeah, right) in writing some story pieces for our own little indie comics here in Cebu.  In all decency he should have at least posted the link back to my original sketch post (which is this one, if anyone’s interested) or mentioned my name and my blog as source in his Google+ post (which is here, if anyone’s interested). Give credit to where it is due or something like that. Thank to Kalegiro, who happens to be have an awesome webcomics up entitled A New Life for the heads up and informing me about it.

Hey, cool art....WTF! wait a minute, thats mine!!!

Hey, cool art….WTF! wait a minute, thats mine!!!

Anyways, enough of that. Just want to air out or fart out or something. I do hope he comes to his senses though. Its not cool, its not bad-ass.

Update: I have browsed thru the swiper guy’s Google+ page and it seems he swipes from a lot of artist and a lot of users have already pointed out to him to please give credit to the original artists he swiped upon but he has a thick skull, I guess. I think he just likes to ink over other’s art without acknowledging the original, WTF. 


In other news, I know I haven’t blogged that much (hey, we no I have not blog squat really) lately and no new sketches or something. Like always, I have been busy with my day job and all and that’s whats keeping food on the table so rightly so but comics and art never left my mind. Well, the 3rd Cebu Comics Convention is still on and were still months away and I feel I am still on the safe side with regards to the deadline we have to put out for the con. My best bud and partner in crime the Zerulean Druid and I have already discussed, over drinking spree of course, a twelve pager for a flipside comics we plan on releasing this coming C3 and I already emailed to him the first 6 pages of it and now I’m waiting on his thumbs and character references before we really start work on the pages. I’m excited as hell. Imagine a cross between Hellblazer, Jonah Hex and Trese, that’s what we are cooking up. Nuff said.

Poetry Reading

Beat Poetess Extraordinaire Chai

Beat Poetess Extraordinaire Chai

Last night I attended the 2nd Poetry Reading event held at the La Belle Aurore Bookshop at Junquera St. near the USC-Main Campus. It was my very first time to attend to such and it silently aligned with the event’s theme which was about all things “First”. Me and good pal/old buddy/all around good guy John decided to witness one because we both have our poetic tendencies now and then so we kind of hoped the gig would inspire us to try our dibs again and flirt with our individual poetic muses. It has been awhile and we miss poetry. And surely, we were overwhelmed and inspired at the same time with all the participants and gatherers there present. It was a worthwhile event to be sure and my hat’s off to The Nomads Quarterly , headed by the bad boy of Cebuano Poetry Mr. Eric Tuban, for organizing the event which was also the launching of their first ever issue of The Nomads Quarterly Poetry and Art Mag. You can score a dead tree copy at La Belle Aurore Bookshop or you can view the contents of the issue at their above-linked site if you’re one of those digitally inclined individuals.

As far as I can tell, there were a lot of poets (duh) and some writers present, naturally. Sorry, if I am still unfamiliar with then just yet, I am treading new ground here being that my art niche is on the comic book and extreme metal scene side of things and it is my first venture to the Cebuano Poetry scene but I believe I will be familiar with them soon enough. We were seated at the back of the performers so we had a weird angle on things then because the gig was full and we had no choice but to take seat. Nevertheless, I was not complaining. The readings were ranging from hurried to the heartfelt, in english and bisaya. One notable person to stand out was Ms. “Beat Poet” Chai Fonacier (pictured above). I had a great time watching her perform and strut her balak in front of the cheering crowd. One thing I can clearly tell is that she is terribly popular with the crowd that night.

Honestly, I wasn’t able to finish the set and have not heard Beat Poetess Chai perform her songs much as I have wanted to because we left early around 9:30 PM because we have to be somewhere else 30 mins. after at that point in time so I felt guilty somewhat but I already had got the overall feel and vibe of the gig. To tell you the truth, my band had a scheduled gig last night somewhere in Mandaue City but the band decided we won’t get to play the gig because of jamming/preparation constraints and I opted to not show up at my gig instead I decided to watch the poetry reading instead because I was more interested in it and we (the band) was not playing anyways so why add insult to injury by being there instead. Anyways, I was glad I came to the poetry reading. It was a unique and learning experience and I hope I have the guts to participate in the open mic soon and read out loud some cheesy poetry that I happen to cook up, but I won’t promise anything. I was comfortable just being the audience for once. I know for a fact that performing live with a band can be nerve racking a couple of minutes to the set but afterwards its all headbanging and sweat and I bet reading poetry out loud is a different beast all together with all the lights and your audience ready to devour every word you that comes forth from where ever depths of your bared soul whence it came from. So, I think I be happy just being part of the audience cum next scheduled poetry reading.