The City: another scale, bigger!
Nova Iorque - A Cidade| New York - The City
A cidade: é outra escala, maior!
The City: another scale, bigger!
The City: another scale, bigger!
neighbours...
This blog post is addressed to the old bat who lives round the corner from me.
Last week you had a go at me for not picking up a tiny bit of dog poo from the gutter, when my bloody greyhound had the shits and I'd run out of plastic bags. I apologised profusely, and asked if you had a plastic bag I could use. You gave me a dirty look instead, and those aren't much use, so I couldn't do anything but walk on.
Today, you see me walking Indigo, and watch me from halfway down the street (in the rain) while I pick up his poop. Yes, see, I pick up after my dog. And then I put the securely tied bag in the nearest bin. Which happens to be a wheelie bin, and not a dog-poo bin, because guess what - there are no fucking dog poo bins. The lady who lives in this house has a dog, she's seen me use her bin before, and she doesn't have a problem. You, old bat, do not need to wait until I'm walking past and shout at me. Would you like me to leave it in the street? Would you? I'd rather put his shit in a poo bin, but there isn't one. Nor do I have a wheelie bin of my own to put it in. Any bin will do at this point. It's a rubbish bin. No-one is going to be eating their dinner out of it. Now fuck off. Before I train Indigo to shit on your doorstep.
Last week you had a go at me for not picking up a tiny bit of dog poo from the gutter, when my bloody greyhound had the shits and I'd run out of plastic bags. I apologised profusely, and asked if you had a plastic bag I could use. You gave me a dirty look instead, and those aren't much use, so I couldn't do anything but walk on.
Today, you see me walking Indigo, and watch me from halfway down the street (in the rain) while I pick up his poop. Yes, see, I pick up after my dog. And then I put the securely tied bag in the nearest bin. Which happens to be a wheelie bin, and not a dog-poo bin, because guess what - there are no fucking dog poo bins. The lady who lives in this house has a dog, she's seen me use her bin before, and she doesn't have a problem. You, old bat, do not need to wait until I'm walking past and shout at me. Would you like me to leave it in the street? Would you? I'd rather put his shit in a poo bin, but there isn't one. Nor do I have a wheelie bin of my own to put it in. Any bin will do at this point. It's a rubbish bin. No-one is going to be eating their dinner out of it. Now fuck off. Before I train Indigo to shit on your doorstep.
La weekender
Fuck you, word count. Fuck you in the ear with a rusty spoon.
I really, really need to clean house before the mothership lands this evening. I want to be outsiiiiide where it's sunny and nice and perfect rowing/sex weather, and instead I'm going to pick up bunny shit and dust.
And the sock is going well; I'm not sure I like it so I'm going to start a different pattern and see which one I prefer; this one is a bit unlovely - I'm not sure the changes in stitch suit the wool (which is wierdly crappy and weirdly great at once)
I really, really need to clean house before the mothership lands this evening. I want to be outsiiiiide where it's sunny and nice and perfect rowing/sex weather, and instead I'm going to pick up bunny shit and dust.
And the sock is going well; I'm not sure I like it so I'm going to start a different pattern and see which one I prefer; this one is a bit unlovely - I'm not sure the changes in stitch suit the wool (which is wierdly crappy and weirdly great at once)
Nova Iorque - As Pessoas| New York - The People
Regressado da grande maçã, muito me impressionou...
Mas primeiro As Pessoas, que para mim serão sempre o mais importante.
Como me faltam as palavras, ficam as imagens...
Returned from the big apple, a lot has impressed me...
But first The People, wich for me will always be the most important.
Since i'm lacking the words, i'll leave you images...
Mas primeiro As Pessoas, que para mim serão sempre o mais importante.
Como me faltam as palavras, ficam as imagens...
Returned from the big apple, a lot has impressed me...
But first The People, wich for me will always be the most important.
Since i'm lacking the words, i'll leave you images...
Entrevista no Invisual da Rádio Zero
Sexta-Feira, às 20h: vai para o "ar-virtual", cortesia da famosa Rádio Zero, mais uma emissão do Invisual, um programa que pretende divulgar as promíscuas relações entre a banda desenhada e a música.
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Produzido por Marcos Farrajota, o 27º programa retoma o ciclo de entrevistas a sócios da Associação Chili Com Carne. O quinto convidado será JCoelho, autor de bd e ilustrador, que tem desenhado a série Psycho Whip, com argumento de unDJ GoldenShower, para a revista Elegy Ibérica. Playlist: Brian Reitzell, Red Hot Chili Peppers e Flaming Lips - estas duas últimas, escolhas do convidado...
É repetido à Segunda-Feira pelas 11h30.
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Imagem retirada da bd NM3, publicada no Mesinha de Cabeceira Popular #200
Craft Excitement
Exams are approaching. That means it's craft time!
Apparently, procrastination can also be constructive. Even if I fail, I will now have a warm head. Which'll be handy for when I move into a cardboard box.
Apparently, procrastination can also be constructive. Even if I fail, I will now have a warm head. Which'll be handy for when I move into a cardboard box.
bunny love
I love my bunny. I thought i'd proved this to him spending a whacking chunk of my boat savings on vet bills, but apparently he begrudges the loss of his leg more than I thought. Oh yes. He wants revenge. He needs to know I love him, that I'll do anything for my poor little tripod bunny.
He's playing on my guilt. I can see it in his eyes, he knows I feel terrible for not spotting the lump earlier, for having his leg cut off so he falls over and for laughing when he does.
He's making me clean his bum.
He's got me standing in the bathroom, cradling him and picking caecals out of his fur with my fingernails, then washing his backside with water, carefully sponging around his stitches so it doesn't hurt. While he nibbles on my t-shirt, and I'm thinking, please don't chew my boob, please don't.
I love my bunny.
He's playing on my guilt. I can see it in his eyes, he knows I feel terrible for not spotting the lump earlier, for having his leg cut off so he falls over and for laughing when he does.
He's making me clean his bum.
He's got me standing in the bathroom, cradling him and picking caecals out of his fur with my fingernails, then washing his backside with water, carefully sponging around his stitches so it doesn't hurt. While he nibbles on my t-shirt, and I'm thinking, please don't chew my boob, please don't.
I love my bunny.
New York Comic Con
Próxima segunda-feira dia 13 vou a Nova Iorque. Com vários companheiros de estúdio o Rui Lacas, Ricardo Venâncio, João Lemos, Nuno "Plati", Ricardo Tércio e o Paulo Prazeres da Droid I.D..
Será o meu primeiro voo intercontinental e justo para a grande maçã, mas não será apenas em prazer iremos ao New York Comic Con, onde teremos uma pequena banca onde podemos vender prints e desenhos na hora, para além da concentração de editoras permitir falar e fazer contactos com as pessos certas, ou então não.
Como não tive tempo para executar uma boa série de ilustrações, irei fazer umas quantas impressões destes dois desenhos a lápis, um do Batman o nosso morcego preferido, outro do Calcanhar de Aquiles.
Desejem-me sorte...
Next Monday day 13, i'm going to New York. Alongside several studiomates Rui Lacas, Ricardo Venâncio, João Lemos, Nuno "Plati", Ricardo Tércio and Paulo Prazeres from Droid I.D..
It will my first intercontinental flight and right on the big apple, it won't be only for the pleasure we'll be at the New York Comic Con, were we'll have a small booth, were we can sell prints and drawings on site, and the Editors concentration will allow to talk and make contact with the right persons, or not.
Since i hadn't any time to make a good serie of illustrations, i'll print these two pencil drawings, one of Batman and the other of Aquille's Heel.
Wish me luck...
Será o meu primeiro voo intercontinental e justo para a grande maçã, mas não será apenas em prazer iremos ao New York Comic Con, onde teremos uma pequena banca onde podemos vender prints e desenhos na hora, para além da concentração de editoras permitir falar e fazer contactos com as pessos certas, ou então não.
Como não tive tempo para executar uma boa série de ilustrações, irei fazer umas quantas impressões destes dois desenhos a lápis, um do Batman o nosso morcego preferido, outro do Calcanhar de Aquiles.
Desejem-me sorte...
Next Monday day 13, i'm going to New York. Alongside several studiomates Rui Lacas, Ricardo Venâncio, João Lemos, Nuno "Plati", Ricardo Tércio and Paulo Prazeres from Droid I.D..
It will my first intercontinental flight and right on the big apple, it won't be only for the pleasure we'll be at the New York Comic Con, were we'll have a small booth, were we can sell prints and drawings on site, and the Editors concentration will allow to talk and make contact with the right persons, or not.
Since i hadn't any time to make a good serie of illustrations, i'll print these two pencil drawings, one of Batman and the other of Aquille's Heel.
Wish me luck...
Corações Plásticos | Plastic Hearts
Há já umas semanas, a produtora Andar Filmes convidou-me para um dos meus trabalhos preferidos, um cartaz de cinema. O filme em questão "Corações Plásticos" é uma curta-metragem escrito e realizado por Sérgio Brás d'Almeida, foca-se em diversos em casais presos numa "bicha" de trânsito infernal com nervos à flor da pele...
O processo foi bastante fluido, começei por alaborar diversos esboços que mostrei ao Sérgio, depois combinámos os elementos que achámos mais relevantes para descrever a narrativa do filme. Depois de arte-finalizada, corrigimos valores de cor e passámos a design no qual tive a preciosa ajuda do Sérgio Duque (ver links dos marujos).
A couple weeks ago, Andar Filmes productions invited me to do one of my favorite kind of works, a movie poster. This picture "Corações Plásticos" (Plastic Hearts) a short-movie, written and directed by Sérgio Brás d'Almeida focuses in several couples stuck in a infernal traffic jam, with their nerves on a boiling point...
The process was quite fluid, started elaborating various sketches wich i showed to Sérgio, then we combined the elements that we thought more vital to describe the picture's story. After inked, we changed some colour values and went to design, in wich i had Sergio Duque's precious help (see sailor's links).
O processo foi bastante fluido, começei por alaborar diversos esboços que mostrei ao Sérgio, depois combinámos os elementos que achámos mais relevantes para descrever a narrativa do filme. Depois de arte-finalizada, corrigimos valores de cor e passámos a design no qual tive a preciosa ajuda do Sérgio Duque (ver links dos marujos).
A couple weeks ago, Andar Filmes productions invited me to do one of my favorite kind of works, a movie poster. This picture "Corações Plásticos" (Plastic Hearts) a short-movie, written and directed by Sérgio Brás d'Almeida focuses in several couples stuck in a infernal traffic jam, with their nerves on a boiling point...
The process was quite fluid, started elaborating various sketches wich i showed to Sérgio, then we combined the elements that we thought more vital to describe the picture's story. After inked, we changed some colour values and went to design, in wich i had Sergio Duque's precious help (see sailor's links).
bunkin
Pete has lost his leg to cancer. He's awake, the operation went fine and all is well. I'll update as and when I know what's happening.
now
i hate it when every little thing becomes an insurmountable task.
I hate not being able to remain calm, that becoming angry makes it worse.
I hate not being able to remain calm, that becoming angry makes it worse.
Pete
The bunkin has either an abscess with massive amounts of scar tissue, or a tumor - the former being strange because it appeared so quickly, the second being rare in bunnies as it appears relatively skin-based. If it is a tumor, it's also grown quickly, which may have led to the center necrotizing. As it is, he went to the vet this afternoon (as I only saw it this morning) and had a drain put in; he's now on baytrill with a side order of pinapple juice; I'm going to be syringing baby food into him tomorrow, which he'll love. Almost as much as he loves his buster collar.
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