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Hey chumbles! I misplaced the sketchbook where I drew the last page of ‘I wuzz nicked’ so I dug an ancient comic out of my zip disks.
No Curtains is a comic from nearly 10 years ago and the theme still annoys. I don’t think it’s too much of a problem now but for years you would see it all over Dublin, especially in Tallaght.

Why do these weirdos want you to see into their front room? I think it’s such an odd psychological trait.

Here’s some shit prank call to Bord Gais but I laughed at it. It’s so dopey.

I stopped listening to the news or reading papers about 3 years before I left Ireland, it just annoyed and depressed me. Nothing happens. It’s a small place really. I have heard from two foreigners that lived in Ireland that they found it odd that road deaths made it on to the national news. It got me thinking and now when I check the Irish headlines I do screenshots of examples of just how little there is going on.

Example one: Somebody’s Granddad died

Example two: There have been no accidents.

Ridiculous. I check Google Ireland every morning and then in the night and usually the same non stories are still up there, some times for two days.

That’s the noise The Transformers make when they transfrom and roll out. It’s Transfromers week on Eclectic Micks this to celebrate Nick’s new book which he done wrote and drewed on his lonesome like. I got to do Guzzle, a chap that turns into a tank. See the finished version here. Pencils below.

I loved Transformers. The music always reminds me of Sugar Puffs.

Haven’t posted any comic work in ages. Sort of because I’ve realised that most people don’t have any interest in my drawings but instead want to hear about me whacking off into a towel.

Well here are a few snippets from my favourite Twisted Tales yet. Another 96 panel epic called the Jeweler.

Third part of I wuzz nicked is up on Spazzmoid today.

I found this mental comic too which I really liked.

I bought a little Kinder Surprise plastic soldier dude on ebay last week, I had it in 1987 and I loved him, he was like a Lego man but sort of evil and was always the baddy when I played. The one that I ordered isn’t the exact one but it looks close. So yesterday I bought a new Kinder Surprise egg to see what’s happening and they really can’t get any worse. Even the little yellow egg has changed to a non choking hinged thing, the chocolate was always shit but the toys..Jesus…no comment.

Oh yeah and speaking of choking, that film Choke is the worst piece of shit I’ve ever seen. Awful. Last year was a bad year for films for me in general. UP was good.

Everybody knows that I listen to Stern everyday, haven’t missed a show in three years. My favourite dude Artie Lange is off the show after trying to kill himself and the show just isn’t the same. He has his problems and that was part of the charm, yes he’s a depressed, lying drug addict but he was the highlight of my day. I’ve been making alternate plans for when Sterns $500 five year contract is up next year but now that the final year is without Artie I’m already losing interest.

It’s a killer. The show is still a million times better than any lame radio or TV programme out there and it really eased the pain of having a day job. Each show is five hours so it would cover most of the working day for me. Okay enough with the Stern, it’s like a football fan rabbiting on when you have no interest but even if you don’t like him you can’t deny how good the Robin songs are.

Everyday before she reads the news there’s a new song that the listeners send in and here are a few of the best. Shoot my goo on Robin’s big black boobs.

My boy Stephen Thompson has begun work on a graphic novel. Called ‘Sister Shcnamperduke’ it’s about a minituare city with tiny Dec Shalveys running around.

No, I have no idea what it’s about but it’s called Near Death. And he’s doing a clever move by documenting the progress on a new blog. I really respect his sensibilities and although I’ve never seen any self written work, I know he has the skills. I drew a pic of him for todays Micks. He put the Friends theme tune on a loop and typed up the story on his Mac in a Starbucks.

The image he’s thinking about is this

Alternatives were

Culled from a folder I have of every odd pic I find. New page up on Spazzmoid today too

Related to yesterday’s post. I found these two pics of the crap I painted and drew on my walls when I was 14. Poncho if you’re reading this please tell me you have a picture of the Turtle vs Slash disaster that disgraced your half of the room.

Banana Splits, I was very pleased with this.

I think it was meant to say ‘turn it off or I’ll chop your hand off’. My Da is a keen proponent of randomly painting on walls, one xmas he painted this magnificent Christmas scene all over the kitchen wall and then just painted over it a few days later. We had a huge Care Bears mural in our first house and my older bro had a Roland Rat. I have those on video and will show the world as soon as I figure out editing

“I’m not allowed get wet”

The refrain of pussies in the summer water fights. There was always one kid who was afraid of going home soaking. I was never “not allowed get wet” and hosed them gicknahs as they balwed. Big deal, so your kid comes home wet and has to change their clothes.

I was thinking about this yesterday when I was hanging up some posters. There were kids in my class who’s parents didn’t allow them put posters on their wall and I presume they were also not allowed to get wet. I remember a friend wanted to put a wrestling poster in his bedroom and his Mam said no becasue a pin would make a hole and tape would damage the wall.

Nice.

We were allowed to paint all over the bedroom me and young Poncho shared, and he even began hacking away at the wall to try get into the house next door but that’s a different story. I can’t remember the point I was trying to make. Something about letting kids be kids. I know everybody hates him but Dice sums it up well in this off the cuff lecture. ‘Whack your bag and go back to sleep, wake up and whack it again’.

Let your kids get wet. Although judging by the amount of little knackers in my old estate you’d think they were mogwais.