What are some things you'd like to see on a t-shirt?
Hello there, I know my blog’s been pretty quiet lately, sorry about that. Been neglecting it to focus on some projects of mine. I’m still in the thick of working on some things so this hiatus is going to continue for a short while. But when I come back I’ll have lots of cool stuff to share.
The reason for the post though is I realized I haven’t done a new t-shirt in a while, and I have plenty ideas, but I thought it would be cool to get some from you guys. I’m not necessarily taking requests, but who knows you might have a suggestion I might want to run with. So suggest away, pop culture stuff, artsy stuff, whatever, I’m all ears.
- Your friendly neighborhood Spide- er I mean Stray.
p.s. Thank you to those of you who’ve been buying the shirts, or sharing them on your blog. They’ve been selling a lot more lately, and I know tumblr is responsible. Special thanks to Justin Rampage for adding a couple of my posts to the Comics tag, it’s helped a great deal to get my stuff out there. To anyone reading this, thank you too. You’re the bee’s knees.
Every 100 followers I like to reintroduce myself. But before I do that I’d like to say thanks for following! New followers, old followers, I appreciate you very much. You’re the syrup in the sausage, egg and cheese McGriddle sandwich that is my blog. You’re really what makes the whole thing extra delicious. Fuck I really want a McGriddle right now.
…What was I talking about? Oh right, HI! I have 600 followers now! That’s banaynay! I know that’s not impressive to some of you with eleventy deventy thousand followers, but I am humbled nonetheless. If you’re new, these are the basics:
This is what I look like as a cartoon character doing the Charlie Brown dance.
This is what I look like imitating Jake the Dog from Adventure Time.
This is what I look like in real life. Yes I know, I’m kinda pretty *bats eyelashes*. No I’m kidding I’m horrible obviously *cries*. You may recognize the shirt from my avatar. I made that shirt! RRRAAAR! I’m a forum moderator at Design by Humans (which just means I delete spam and answer questions). Designing t-shirts is primarily how I make my McGriddle funds.
Some of my interests include: Cartoons, comics, those parts that ladies have that make them different from fellas, McGriddles, time-travel, badassery, funny stuff, cool junk, and weird things. Also puppies. AAAWWWWW!
I post art and other content daily, however, I’m on a mini-blogging-hiatus while I try to do some things (eat world record amount of McGriddles). But I’ll be back to my usual shenanigans next week. So stay tuned.
I’ve done mostly nothing but scroll through tumblr all day. Being unproductive makes me feel like poopies. Think I’m going to log out for like at least a day or two, focus on some work and get some momentum going again. See you then.
If I’m guilty of any prejudice, it’s of dudes who wear sweaters draped over their shoulders.
I don’t trust you dude.
Smile all you want Mr Sweater Draped Over Shoulders Guy, you don’t fool me, I’m on to you. I don’t buy your phony pleasant demeanor, I can see it in your beady little eyes… you’re just waiting for your next chance to screw somebody over, Mr Sweater Draped Over Your Goddam Shoulders Guy. You might be able to trick other people into thinking you were just wearing a sweater, got too hot, took it off, and conveniently draped it over shoulders, but I wasn’t born yesterday. I can tell by your perfectly groomed head of hair that you didn’t pull that sweater over your head. You walked out of the house like that didn’t you, Mr Sweater Draped Over Your Goddam Stupid Fucking Shoulders Guy?? Why? WHY?!
Wait… what’s this…
Mr Pink Sweater Draped Over Your Shoulders Combined With Popped Collar Polo Shirt Guy? …You’re truly the worst guy who has ever lived. I can’t see your face but I’m sure you’ve got the douchiest grin of all time and soulless eyes. If I was hanging off a cliff and you extended your hand to me, I’d just let go and fall to my death.
There should be a game show where the contestant is handed a gun, and then you bring out an innocent person who is tied up, and the hosts asks the contestant if they want to kill the person, the only prize being the feeling they’ll get when they take a life. It would be called “Will You Kill This Person?” the gun is filled with blanks though, and if they pull the trigger they’re just taken to jail for being a psychopath. I think it would be a good show.
From now on, I’m just going to go out of my way to ignore any discussion about almost anything on the internet. I just find myself continuously disappointed with the things people say and believe. It’s both disheartening and irritating.
What is your fourth favorite comic book character (from any publisher)? Mine is Doctor Strange.
You asked me this question like over a month ago, haha. I feel really guilty for only answering it now, but you don’t understand how hard this question was for me. I know who my first favorite is, and who my second favorite is, but once we start getting into 3rd and 4th I get way too indecisive. I love way too many characters to come to an easy answer. For a while I thought Nightwing, then Hawkeye, then Rick Grimes, then Rex Splode, to Thor, to Iron Man, to Batman, I was all over the place. 4TH?? Jeez, haha. I kept putting it off and saying I’d answer it the next day. Then I’d forget about it for a while. Then I’d think about it again, and so on. I’m kind of obsessive compulsive about lists, I was very tempted to write down my favorite characters and create some kind of algorithm based on my own criteria to empirically decide who 4th would be. I’m serious.
I’ve finally decided to just go with my gut and throw a name out there. I came up with Luke Cage. Luke Cage really has really grown on me. Especially in the context of New Avengers, he was so unique and interesting and dynamic to me. Here we have this plain clothes no nonsense dude from the inner city leading a bunch of costumed vigilantes, and it didn’t seem odd or contrived, he totally worked in that role. I really like how Marvel’s taken this kind of B-list character and reinvented him and made him a major player in their universe.
Also I really like the dynamic between him and Spidey. Then again I like the dynamic of anyone and Spidey, haha.
I’ve always been more of a Marvel fan, but I’ve read some DC stuff here and there. I love a lot of their characters, and I’ve been meaning to read more DC stuff, but their universe is kinda hard to jump into if you’re not a hardcore DC fan. So when I heard DC was doing a reboot of their entire universe, I was kinda excited, hopefully this meant I could jump on to some DC titles fresh and not have to worry about trying to understand decades of back-story.
Then they started releasing images of the new redesigns, and I was horrified, haha. Jim Lee isn’t one of my favorites, but I respect him as a penciler, he’s skilled, but man… they should not let that guy design costumes, he has no idea what he’s doing. The sheer majority of the redesigns look awful, and unnecessary in more ways than one. Like why does Superman look armored? Why does Harley Quinn now look like a generic Juggalo (Juggalette?). I’m not going to get into all the specific costumes and specific gripes here, this post would be too long. Then the more news I heard about changes they were making and approaches they were taking, and it just sounded less and less appealing.
Then SDCC came, and there was this gem of Dan DiDio one of DC’s head honchos sounding like a complete asshole when asked about the decrease of women creators at DC, and that turned me way off. I understand he’s human and was probably just frustrated with the question, but jeez… that doesn’t excuse being a complete dick and a bully, that’s not how you address your fans, especially if you’re someone in Dan’s position.
At this point, the DC reboot has no appeal to me. I’ll wait til it comes out and read some reviews and see if anything interests me. But for now I guess I guess I’m just going to continue to explore pre-reboot stuff.
When I was highschool I was in some special program for getting ready for college or something, I don’t remember that much about it, I would just give this girl Maria who sat in front of me massages and she’d make cool noises so… I was distracted. The gist of it was basically we had to come to school early and sit in a class, and while I was massaging Maria these college kids would talk about stuff with us, and they’d ask us questions about stuff, and I’d make some jokes sometimes and everybody would laugh because I’m hilarious. Oh me. It wasn’t too bad I suppose.
This lasted a few weeks or something, and at the end of it we got certificates. I’m not going to say I hate certificates, but I would rather not get certificates for things nobody’s ever going to care about. I didn’t achieve anything in this class, I just sat there, and gave Maria a massage, I don’t need a certificate, nobody’s ever going to need to see this piece of paper, it doesn’t make me feel special, this is just another thing that I have to throw away.
Anyway, we had been in groups, and each group had two college kids who mentored us. Our group had these two girls, who were best friends apparently. I don’t remember their names, but they were nice. They went to UCLA I think. On the last day they asked our group if we wanted to go to a party that Sunday. Most of us said yeah. I was pretty stoked. I had never been to ANY party, let alone a college kid party. I kept imagining maybe I’d make out with a drunk college girl or something. I was so ready.
That Sunday they came and picked us up. They drove us to this building. In the parking lot there was a breakdance battle going on. Sweet. We watched that for a second. Then we went in, we were handed glo sticks by some friendly people. There was a big audotorium, with metal folding chairs facing a stage. We went in and took seats. I didn’t understand what this was, it wasn’t what I expected though. We met friends of our college friends, I noticed they all said “God Bless” as they greeted us. Uh oh. What is this? The lights went dark. Some guy got up on stage and started talking about Jesus. In my mind I was like “Ahhhhh ffffffuck.” I’d been suckered into some kind of Christian gathering advertised as a “party”. I was pretty annoyed, I mean c’mon, you couldn’t have mentioned that this was a GOD party? Not cool. Now I was pretty much stuck there til it was over. I doubted any of these Christian girls were going to get drunk and make out with me.
So after enduring some praise and worship music and pretending to not have an awful time, they were reading to serve us food. Awesome, I like free food. They gave us Fritos and white rice. The fuck? Apparently everybody else was used to this because they were pouring their Fritos into their rice and eating it together. I did the same, it was… unremarkable really. It didn’t taste bad, in like a post-apocalypse I’d love some Fritos and white rice, but as it were it was just a weird thing to be eating.
It was over soon after that, and they drove us home and thanked us for coming out. I don’t begrudge anybody for what they believe or don’t believe, but I do begrudge false advertising. Don’t say “party”, I don’t care if there are glow sticks and break dancers, that was church. You took me to church. Rude.
This post just made me realize I miss giving Maria those massages. Well moreso the moaning. Jeez Maria, were you TRYING to give me bo-