Twilight is not a vampire book; it’s gay porn. That pained expression on Edward’s face isn’t a reflection of the inner turmoil he faces as he wonders if he should turn Bella. The look on Edward’s face is disgust from having to kiss a girl when he’d rather kiss that preternaturally hairless werewolf boy on the mouth, or perhaps the penis. Vampires don’t sparkle in the sun, they burst into flames leaving behind nothing but a charcoal briquette.
Enter Blood Oath. I hesitate to pigeon-hole this into the vampire novel genre, as Nathaniel Cade is more BAMF than he is vampire. I say BAMF like the sound of Nightcrawler teleporting around the Oval Office, reminding the Secret Service agents how fragile humans can be. And Cade is also one Bad Ass Mother Fucker! He has the true thirst of a vampire and the only pain he feels is a direct result of that. That’s how vampires are supposed to be, where the need is so strong that they consider slaking their thirst with anything, even the blood of a dirty homeless guy in the park. Thankfully, Cade is a “good” vampire and clings to his humanity while fulfilling his duties as The President’s Vampire.
Read this book. Go now. Do that. Then, go buy the second book, The President’s Vampire, available 4/28/2011. Christopher Farnsworth would appreciate that, and promises, “No Sparkly vampires, or your money back.” Damn right.
I got suddenly very busy with work a while back and as a consequence, had to stop making comics. Then, when I had a moment to breathe, I didn’t have that creative fire necessary to make comics. Now, I’m in a position where I am again pulled in another direction, which is not only taking me away time-wise, but also otherwise engaging my passions. That’s the first part.
The second part is more akin to where I was when this started. I don’t want to be pigeon-holed into making just comics. Looking back at this first set, APART from the accompanying contextual blogs, there are a LOT of holes. It feels disjointed and jumpy. So, if I make comics, I feel like I ought to do a better job of making them cohesive. but at the same time, I have other interests.
Once I get my groove back on, I’ll be doing some stuff. It may or may not be what I was doing. Have to wait and see. In the meantime, namu myoho renge kyo.
You know those cans at the grocery store that are all dented? They all end up in Suriname. The trick was always to find the ones that were just dented and not bulging (with Botulism). One day, we had a hankering for nachos. Mind you, Suriname may very well be in South America, but there is nothing Latin about it. Liquor? Rum. Cheese? Gouda. So, we got a can of beans, a can of jalapeños (Probably the only can in the country) and the closest chip we could find…Pringles. As far as chips went, we usually just ate Cassava chips (REALLY hard), or banana chips (Don’t eat too many). Our nachos were not the best in the world, but when you’re living in the jungle, you get used to the idea of “close enough.” We probably licked the plate.