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.

Heh heh.

Found this pic over the weekend. My older bro Gar dressed up in his German Army costume around 1985. It’s crazy. At what stage did they stop making them? My kids will certainly have them if possible.

So a ‘Guerrilla Artist’ hangs a picture of the Prime Minister in the national gallery and gets arrested. First of all the term ‘Guerrilla artist’ is as wanky as ‘Technological Guru’ of which a lot shit head bloggers claim to be.

The artist got arrested and the tabloids are going to town on this ‘Stalinist repression’. But I have to agree with the police on this one. You can’t go into the national gallery and glue a picture to a wall. I’m sick of street artists and guerilla pranksters anyway. You’re not Banksy you dunces. You live in Ranelagh, wear red converse and put lime in your Corona.

But anyway, Allan suggested the Micks draw Cowen naked and here he is

Big whoop. I have no bad feelings towards Brian Cowen and I think a lot of immature people think it’s somehow a great subversive cause to draw the Taoisach naked. Not for me. I don’t care, I’ll draw my dead mother sucking Lexington Steel’s cock.

You should be allowed draw whatever you want. But if you hang something, anything, regardless of it’s content in the National Gallery you have to take your lumps.

I can taste that shitty pink chewing gum right now.The Garbage Pail kids. They really excited me as a kid. It must have been 1986 or maybe 85. I can still recall the weird, queasy feeling of seeing them for the first time. I still have a few and you can find a bunch of scans for them online. Each card from the first series evokes a different feeling, from excitement and despair to arousal and disgust.

This one was one of my favourites. I was unaware of the whole Robotech thing in the US or even Japanese animation. This rocked me

Me and a friend were probably the only kids to ever successfully steal anything from our local corner shop “Paki Joe’s”. Not the cards but these A4 sized 3d plastic recreations of some of the cards. We had a ingenious system of asking to see the box that they were in and then distracting the woman so we could put a few between our legs while out calm and civil upper torsos browsed through them like LP’s then politely declining and sauntering out.

This film was shit. But even as a kid I wasn’t surprised.

The fancy new site is here, they really lost their clout after a lawsuit whereby they couldn’t resemble the Cabbage patch dolls anymore. I ‘d love to have the first series of cards. So hint hint as a wedding present if I get married. I already have a Nespresso machine

No not really. I saw Gran Torino over the weekend and all that it’s missing is some Lego in the basement.The parallels to an Amperduke story I’m working on is uncanny, angry old war veteran’s wife dies, he hates everbody, he develops a relationship with a kid (his grandson Scampi), even the lighter that he uses.

It’s a great fokking movie. All I knew about it was the poster. I love that, just seeing a film without knowing anything about it. Hype and promotion is a dangerous thing and something never really used to help the story, just the movie as an entity. I mean you could tell so much more in all the big budget films like Spiderman, Fantastic Four etc by assuming/knowing that EVERYONE knows how they got their powers because of the surrounding hype. Then by 20 minutes into Aliens Vs Predator we could have told so much.

But I’m aware of the trend to ‘decompress’. To draw things out. Films became over 2 hours in the 90’s
because it sells more popcorn. Comics are the same. Why tell a story in 30 pages when you can stretch it out to a 16 issue series?

Anyway Gran Torino, a great film if you’re an Eastwood fan and an angry racist like me.

Hickery Dickery Dock
Some slob was sucking my cock
The clock struck two, I dropped my goo
I kicked the bitch out on the next block.

Andrew Dice Clay Vs Bill Hicks, coming soon to Spazzmoid. I used to think Bill Hicks was great but after exhaustive studying I realised he was mediocre and the greatest surprise was that I laughed more at Dice. People who deify Bill Hicks need to get out more.

Look at that, thousands of people chanting nursery rhymes. I love it. My exposition on Dice is coming soon. How an idiot who is plainly not funny is my favourite comedian. He cracks me up.

Another post mentioning that fucknut Quinn. Back in the dizzle when I was designing souvenirs etc I added a nod and a wink to him in one of my prototype designs. Flarn, as all regular readers will know is a secret word used only by a select few.

Ah those were the days, drawing teddies and leprechauns non stop.

Last weekend I spent about an hour modeling a smurf only for it to be burned in the oven. I was distraught. Really was. You know the way people inscribe the Koran on to a grain of rice? Well it has been a lifelong goal of mine to be able to make smurfs around 5-6mm tall

The oven must have been too hot because the little brat was only in for around 8 minutes. He was standing up as I had weighted his feet but he just flopped over and melted. Ho hum.

Me and the fags known as the Eclectic Micks did a group interview far too early out in Dec’s house on Saturday. It was so bad that I think Craig deleted it before he left the house. Here if you want a laugh look at this picture on Dec’s blog. He was doing a cover for Futurequake and here is his original sketch note the childish ‘virtual goggles bright red’ comment. That cracked me up. THEN the little scrud ends up recycling an existing cover he did. And what about them virtual goggles? How would you draw virtual goggles? Take a look. Classic. You draw big red lines on them. I love ya man but this actually deserves slagging for once.

We’re all going to hell for watching this but at least we’ll be laffin!

On every street in Tallaght there is a kid like this that gets buzzed off by lads in a Micra. I’ve been both the kid and the cameraman.