Well kids, looks like I won't be getting any special letter bombs or standard junk mail in the slots anytime this week. Not from irate zines, rerouted postals or whatever! Or until the mailbox gets fixed from it's rustic abyss! Yeah really, it had been rusting for weeks on end. Now it is a dead mailbox!

It was a typical thing for me. Go check the mail, see if you got anything important....walk across the street and don't get hit by a car with road rage! Needless to say, I live another day to check the mail!

Then all of the sudden, one fine day....the mailbox was leaning on the ground like a decapitated and severed head! Face front to the sky like a sickened bastard of our society, never to be revived till later on. I thought they already discovered Precious Doe's head a long time ago, but then again, what do I know? It is just the group apartment mailbox!

So if I got any junk mail, it is probably at the home office of dead trees and disgruntled post office workers. If you sent anything to me, like a letter bomb or anything like that....I imagine it got intercepted by now!

For all I really care to know, aliens could have come and zapped the mailbox off of it's hinges. Not extraterrestrials mind you, more like some damn Spanish 2-year old who was on a kicking spree of neighborhood mailboxes! Yeah, it probably would not surprise me either way.

There is quite a few kids that live around here, I am pretty sure half of them have attention-deficit disorder or something off-the-wall. Possibly beef allergies, anything really! I am pretty sure I have it too, when I conk out on sleep medicine!

Well, you can actually see this dead mailbox in all of it's glory in pictures, here you go.....

Yes kids, the mailbox is still dead!!!! No zombies mailboxes yet, as of this write-up!!

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Speaking of the nearly dead! Though this may not have anything to do with that. My neighbors got evicted over the last week and a half!Which was a long time in the making, believe me!

But this happened shortly after the fallout with me and a particular New York zine. But I will get to that part later....

Anyway, my ex-neighbors were some of the rudest and most obnoxious people that I ever had the dis-pleasure to live around. Now, on a first-name basis, I could not tell you who these people were, because I didn't really care if they had numbers for names! But it was a young mother and her child who lived over there, and of the African-American part of this wretched society.

There would be some nights when she would just crank her damn rap music to vibrate my walls, just to do it out of spite and being a jerk. Sometimes from about 9 at night till about 1 to 2 in the morning. She was one of these dumb and irresponsible people, who was just a nuisance in so many various ways.

Her kid was always getting into these screaming fits that would just happen out of the blue. Cause it was clear, she had the loudest child in the entire building.

But it all stemmed from the mother anyway, who lived right across the way. She was clearly an alcoholic and on a steady stream of (sometimes illegal) drugs. She was usually partying with friends over weekends, and just making terrible amounts of noise some nights. She had some really awful tattoos and a pretty decent smoking habit, you could just tell she was up to no good.

I mean, when I saw her: I just knew she was not responsible for her actions. I figured that she was one of these people who got knocked up when she was a teenager and hung out with the bad rapper crowds. She was a first time renter, and just bad news to boot from the very start.

And to top it off, she had to be a high school drop-out, and always used that damn ghetto lingo constantly. You could barely understand the conversations over there half of the time, through the thin walls. It was just some people talking out of their asses, basically, about a whole lot of nothing....whenever I heard then even try to talk!

It was perfectly obvious that this woman had no direction and a very low intelligence level. Plus it seemed like she was over-cocky about who knows what? It was as if she was going by, day to day, and not even remotely challenging her mind in any way. I bet there are people with autism that were way smarter then this woman, cause she was clearly on drugs or drunk.

But the management was trying to bust her for about a solid year. They were getting numerous complaints about her, from people in the entire apartment complex! It took awhile, but then her pasts came to catch up with her. And boy, I have to tell you, I don't really miss this broad either....

I remember hearing from the management when I was over getting some paper-work done, something to my great ears to hear!

She got evicted, we caught her smoking pot and she is out of here!

Part of me said to myself: It's about damn time! What was the hold-up with this?

It was so bad, on certain nights, I can remember when I heard some kicking at the neighbor's door. Then they had to get the cops to respond to it, cause she was this person who invited some of the crazy people of the streets. Well, as irony would twist with this story, it was actually the cops who arrived at the apartment complex to question her and then search her apartment after all of that for drug possession.

I imagine they gave her a week to move out. But it seemed like she left a lot sooner then that. Thank freaking goodness for that! Nobody needed that woman...LOL!

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….And I got to tell you something, after the New York zine debacle that I was witness to a few weeks back. I realized that I was that much more peaceful then I had ever been. Like a certain amount of stress has been lifted off of my shoulders.

I mean, I have less distractions then I used to have in some weird and more guided way. Even though I sort of consider these past few weeks a rebuilding process of sorts. But sometimes you learn in art: Less is more! But you have to keep doing it.

See, I know I have a new direction now. Not to say I didn't have one before, but after these things that had happened to me these past few weeks. The directions seem clearer it they did last month!

Despite the fact that I don't have to hear from a panic-ridden publisher who needs lots of weekly therapy or a veteran comic artist who made false accusations against me. Just to say something foolish, when he clearly knew he was never at a CCN meeting, ever! (I suppose I expected more, and got way less then I anticipated.) Those guys blocked me because they refuse to see what post-traumatic stress disorder really is and how it can slowly affect me over the course of time. All they had to do it the research online and then see it first-hand at a VFW hall! But did they do that, no! They just live in their own little worlds and they think that they can just put some sort of screen over it.

Not having an annoying neighbor who would play into my psychosis almost every damn week is also reassuring. Cranking her damn rap music and making me get migraines from vibrating the pictures off my damn walls. God, I am so glad she got the boot....she was abusing it big time!

That is the thing about having PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder). It is just not something that you can flick on and off like a damn light-switch. It is turned on more then off on it's own and you can't really do a damn thing about it! Your just stuck with it, lodged in your brain for years and decades. And a normal and like-minded person could probably never even grasp it. PTSD IS PSYCHOSIS!!! Anything stressful can trigger it, because you have no real shut-off valve for it. PTSD can also be paranoia, as well.

Sometimes it be triggered by a chain of events that you have memory of. One bad memory that leads to another, and then more that may flood your mind. Other times, it can be a awful memory that never wants to go away. It just keeps replaying over and over and over again....till it just taps your mind deep enough that you automatically go crazy. Almost as if your strapped to a chair like Alex in A Clockwork Orange and forced to see the same awful film over and over again. It is like your mind will drift, and you know you don't want it to.

Now, I have been taking 2 anti-psychotics for a few years now, Zoloft and Serequel. It can wade the effects of PTSD, making it more dim then it was before. But it is not totally a cure-all.

Of course, what helps me is doing art and the writings. I figure it is more constructive to let it spill on a piece of paper then to just lurk around at nights with a bloody machete! I figure that it gets more accomplished that way.

And don't get me wrong man. There was a time where I thought I needed certain people, that just didn't want anything to do with me later on. But when that well dried up, I knew the key people were still there for me. I knew that those key people were in my corner for a reason, because perhaps they saw something in me that the others didn't.

The key people stuck with me through those moments of PTSD. Perhaps that is the brilliance and the driving-force behind my art to begin with. They were not trying to change what I do, rather, to enhance it! Let it be what it is and let me develop it, without the hap-hazard interruptions of the regular day to day things. When it can just be me and that piece of paper, and then the creativity can just flow out of what I can do with it.

And I suppose this is why I keep doing it. To drive my nails into the hard boards of what art really is. A big mess that is just waiting to be controlled somehow with pencil and paper! Which is probably how some insanity is probably best handled....I don't know really?

Sometimes I miss distractions like I miss the clap! LOL! Or the common household flu, take your damn pick!

I think clutter was meant for great art and not for my mind, all of the time, if you can possibly help it. Do you know what I mean?

Groovy bacon, dudes!

 Yeah, I realize that I wrote a blog before that didn't exactly go down the way it was originally intended. Sometimes that does happen when we write out deep and personal thoughts at the time, it goes worse then you ever cared to dream it would! But if you really knew how many hits that thing had, you would have been astonished at it. Almost a lot were totally shocked if you weren't already! (That blog had well over 100 hits, which is a personal best for me as far as general gripe mail goes!) And, there was riots on the streets and people with spiked baseball bats who were taking out cars and windshields all across the land. I mean, savage beating all the way around the place, the last time things were in that sans-serif type! Some people were in hiding from the last bloody blog I wrote, which is perfectly understandable. When you see World War 3 at your doorsteps and bombs going off everywhere outside your windows, you try to find a safe spot of refuge. (Well, at least I did, anyway? I was reading a Relapse Resound and Heavy Metal Magazine in the war bunker!) Others were right there at the doorstep, with guns and grenades at the belts, ready to take on whatever psychotic projectile was thrown at them!

People dressed up in camouflage and lingerie, going all wild and crazy in the streets, with sticks and stones in the hands....almost like the Craig Ferguson show during late nights! Hey!

It was mass hysteria everywhere after that last blog and there could have been some casualties! People ripping their hair out and the gouging of the eyes, some gnashing of the teeth and post-Biblical general chaos! What a world, what a world.....and then some hot tea afterwards! (It relaxes the warrior mode!)

Just another typical day in the war-torn places in Iraq, really? Or just another typical day in the moments and life of the genius creative anomaly known as Mickmo in the Kansas City area! The disturbed and brilliant person that is me! Either way, I took a cue from Salmon Rushdie....sometimes you have to hide if you write! That is what he did too after he wrote The Satanic Verses!

Either way, I did my best to work my way through that blog-ridden mess. And then we lest learn to forgive and move on from all of the trivial problems that face our daily and puny little lives. (And hey, someone told me to keep writing if it helps my psychosis out over my email....and sometimes it really does help relax me. Gets it out in the opening like an AL-anon meeting and is a lot less harmless then actually hitting a brick wall!)

So I was told to give my apologies out to some people, due to some serious requests and much pleading. So here goes nothing....

I am so sorry, Abraham Lincoln that you got shot on that balcony in the 1800s or whenever the fuck that was. I know that crap hurts big time and you never see it coming, even when your watching a really good play in-between all of those breaks from the president thing on some balcony. I mean, you had things to do like balance the budget or what not, how did you possibly know some maniac with a gun would shoot you that day? But yeah, at least you will be on the 5 dollar bill for all eternity, so this is a plus! I am just lucky to get on a produce stamp someday, Honest Abie Dude! And your still on Bill And Ted's Excellent Adventure, also a definitive plus, dude!

I am also sorry for Megan Fox for being such a hot-ass babe all the time and staring at your nude awesomeness in pictures! But sometimes,  guys like me cannot help it! Lidsey Lohan turned into a lesbian, so your the only true lady of Holly-wierd we have left! On behalf of myself: I have to say HUBBA HUBBA!

I am sorry Doctor House: for not being a patient at the Princeton-Plainsboro Hospital a lot sooner this week. Yes, I was not anywhere near that town, and went to a local hospital instead a year or so ago, full of other post-traumatic stress disorder and dementia patients. The lady who kept repeating she wanted a shower was rather interesting! She ended up being a really nice lady. You probably saw some other patient to treat at the time, and that is okay House. It needed to be done, cause you are in charge of Diagnostics and have a good staff, including Doctor 13! (For whom I adore and need of some bedside manor!) Beside, you needed to just keep Cuddy and Wilson company....even when you driving cross-country with your cellphone with Doctor Foreman.

I am sorry, Mister Sloppy Pants Hobo: For not being the most tidy today, in your sack-clothed garb. I know how you feel, some weeks you go by without showers, and that is not all your fault man when you have plumbing problems! Even when your out on the street and need some change. You had no idea you would poop yourself, but I am sure there is a port-a-potty in the neighborhood somewhere! Just stop on by bro, I got a few pennies I can give you for your troubles. And some moldy bread of course...that is, if you don't mind....I just wanted the macaroni cheese for myself!

I am sorry Darth Vader: That you got all of your limbs whacked off by Obi-Wan Kenobi in Revenge Of The Sith a few years ago. You guys should not have fights, even if your old friend who made the trip to that broiling planet: Mustufar was there. But at least your other pal, Emperor Palpatine will fix you up with the odd droids, give you these mechanical parts and give you this bad-ass breathing device to intimidate your opponents later on in the old sequels! You went to the dark side anyway, but that is not entirely bad! Yeah, you had a fallout with your wife, Padme. But hey, there is other chicks out there for your selection, brother man! Cause your Darth Vader man, and nobody can take that away from you!!!!

I am sorry Mister Spock: When you had to give that Klingon a Vulcan nerve pinch just to calm his ass down. He never said: Live Long And Prosper, just some strange Klingon dialect of cuss words that I didn't care to understand. Instead, he wanted to go after you and Jim Kirk on the homeworld of Vulcan. He acted way out of line, but the Klingon will be waking up when you guys beam up on the Enterprise. I know Sulu will be surprised at all of that crap! Plus that, you guys were teaming up with Abraham Lincoln to fight off other historic figures on some alien world. (See, Abraham Lincoln part or just stare at some damn penny up close!)

I am sorry Mister Cop-Donut-Man: For pulling me over 12 years ago from looking like that dude on America's Most Wanted who was a notorious serial killer. Apparently I was not the one that went out on that hotel rampage, killing 6 people and wearing their heads across the state lines. Even though you thought I was, because your a meathead! Even though I am a sicko anyway and really resemble that guy when I fail to shave for weeks on end, I was only going to college to make my folks proud of me, or at least trying to. Really I was! It was art school for future comic book stars like me! Who knew that I would wind up as a crazy person later on in life anyway?

I am also sorry to Sarah Jane Smith: For making all of those rude noises to pretend that I was a Slitheen. I was actually trying to put of digital Cybermen noises and failed miserably because of a cold! I know you have the sonic lipstick thing, and I was just snoring at 2 and the morning. No, don't stun me in the ass again with that thing!

I am sorry Michael Jackson: for being suck a perverted sicko who likes children and a general freak of society with a fake nose. Yuck man! I don't care to buy any of your albums anymore, cause they are rather gay. Because I figure you are set for life anyway from all of that Thriller hype anyway and all of that Jackson 5 crap, you don't need my fan support. Even if you don't own the Neverland ranch/slash/compound anymore. I am a really a man who likes bands like Origin, Regurgitate and things of the like. So someday, you are going to have to stop grabbing your crotch to reach a high note in your damn songs! There is other ways you can do that, like getting an amplified mike or something....after all, it is 2009!

I apologize to Indiana Jones: For having a really bad movie at the box-office called Indiana Jones And The Crystal Skull and being one of the only 2 movies I saw in 2008. (The other was Dark Knight) How was I going to really know that you had a son that looked like a 50s diner reject man? How did I know that you would be surrounded by plastic people in a war zone man? You hid in that refrigerator and was launched clear across town, damn your stinking luck. And you forgot who the Russian lady was with a bad accent after that wild good chase, that was Cate Blanchett, mind you! And those aliens, I have know idea what that jive was all about....that just made me lose interest in the movie all together! What an anti-climax man! I want my money back!!! Oh yeah, it was a free month-long movie from the library....but even more so! Ha ha!

Sorries also goes to Bandit The Cat: For kicking you out of the bed on accident last night when I rolled over. I didn't mean it, it was totally unanticipated, little guy. I know you'll forgive me, cause your the coolest cat ever. I will give you much needed hugs and much food next time, promise! Just don't bite my hand like you did before, Mister Bandits....

I also say sorry to Mister Rogers: Yes, it was me that stole your sweater from your damn closet, but I was all sneaky about it brother! I was just the set-hand! You thought it was somebody else like Mister McFeely and you gave him a right bruising that day. Bot nope, it was just me to spread confusion! Then you got mad and you derailed the Trolley to The Land Of Make-Believe! You are such a rebel bastard, Mister R, that I just cannot believe it! Does this mean that I get a cookie afterwards? Oh yeah, your dead. I sort of forgot that one for a bit! But at least you lived your life, even when you got into heated arguments with Captain Kangaroo over the phone!

I make apologies to Will Rahmer of Mortician: For all those years of borrowing steroids from Alex Rodriguez when he was with The New York Yankees. Damn dude, your pecks are unnaturally huge to begin with and your arms are like Popeye the Sailor Man! Yeah, those steroid parties in New York are pretty bad for a person anyway and probably illegal. But hey, at least A-Rod sort-of enjoys the bad guttural barrage of a dude who grumbles in a microphone....I thought anybody could do grumbling crap while wearing a headband and playing a bass on stage? LOL!

I also wanted to apologize to my old contact who I had still never seen in real life, even in tight spandex and garters to wherever that perception is going. I won't say any names this time, because it could pretty much be anyone right now and I don't want anybody to explode from spontaneously combustion!! You cannot be a filthy male whore if you just may be a male lesbian, such as me! And that is okay, perfectly normal in anybody's book. I like being a self-admitted male lesbian, cause of all of the selection of girls at the invisible non-alcoholic bars that I dream about. Even though I don't ever go to the bars and drink beer and not a drunk like some of those Image blokes. (I am neither alcoholic nor do do I like heavy drugs, but heavy caffeine is fine during long art projects! It helps out the trauma more then you care to know!)

Yeah, if I left anyone out here in fake apologies, (And I do mean anybody!) just leave your name and number at the damn door. Followed by the pound sign, followed by another pound sign, followed by an 8, then a 6, then another few 4's, then a Egyptian-pictured hieroglyph, then a Gemini cryptic-symbol, and another semi-colon, then a few more 6's, then a random mess of post-scripts and other and symbols....and always remember, psychosis can be your friend, even when your a crazy artist of the comics! Hurray!

We can all get together, have a group hug, have some of the coffee, have a little cribbage party, perhaps some spare-time crochet and watch the Terminator or some crap. You all know who you are, your not a conjoined twin who is connected at the hip with me. So thank goodness for that!

Come on now, in the end. We are all brothers and sister in some weird and disturbing way!!!! And I recall that during the weekend too, when I really gave it some thought! Sometimes we bicker, rant and rave on to no avail about everything under the sun. Sometimes we try to beat each other up, put each other in some sort of headlock and give each other a wedgie as some sort of social statement! Sometimes we even body slam each other to the mattress! But that is a what we do when we have known each other for many many years....and you guys know that as well as anyone what I am talking about! Well, that is what they said on Sesame Street one morning, I just sort of went with it! Of course, what does that bastard in a trash can know? He is just a damn puppet named Oscar The Grouch!

I like you all in one ghastly form or another, even if that means I am not a gay person or whatever. (Hell no, dudes, I will have none of that!) If another dude wants another guy in the sack, I just do not want to be in the same room as that action at all. Cause to me, it is sort of gross but some girls seem to like that thing. Because I am a straight-laced bloke who likes a decent variety of ladies, and that is okay. Like other dudes, that just leaves more possibilities for women who need a real dude....right?

As for the other apologies, even tied into my comic book gigs, I have no real regrets. The way it happened, it probably could not have happened any other way. All of those comic book bans and everything else lead to a central point in my life where it became real for me. It is like I say: All of those rejections I used to take early on, all of those street curbs I was kicked out on for many years, all of those people who still failed to believe in me and my art talents, I still made it. Even through some of the frustrations, flashbacks, depressions and paranoias I knew too well, I just somehow went forward and won in a big way.

And here I am, just another cult artist in the here and now within the 21^st Century, just another thorn in your side sometimes. Just another metal dude who has dedicated my life to the field of art and comics on my own terms since I was 3 years old and looked at my very first comic books and album covers. Just another old wretch in the Kansas City area they continue to talk about in some of the local comic book stores, to this very day.

Some people totally get me, when I sometimes don't understand parts of myself. But each day, each and every day offers a unique challenge in itself and sometimes different moods. Some days are perfectly normal while other periods of time are just downright insane and nuts. But I suppose they both equal their own out.

But no matter what happens, somebody will write this story of my crazy and fascinating life in full detail. Even if it is myself writing it at the times. But no matter what happens, I have to be myself. Whatever the concept of myself really is at the time. Whenever it is of myself that I can find that day, from when I wake up until the mode of sleep hits me....the fragments and the pieces that fit together as one concrete and jagged whole.

But the thing I had learned: I have to be me! The Mickmo!!!! Cause who the hell else would I want or need to be? Trust me, I have no plans to be like the Slap Chop/Sham-Wow dude anytime soon and stare into the camera sideways, LOL! I got enough problems of my own...even with cooking a soup in a microwave. Yeah, it just explodes everywhere! LOL!

(But I bet you like these nuts! Linguine, fettuccine, martini, bikini...just look at that damn Graty go!)

I guess I am just with this active brain matter, skull and eye socket crap for life, until I am dead and gone to another ethereal place! Connected to my bad shape of a body and my golden artist hand with the Raynaud's Phenomenon! But hey, at least I got my Cherry Vault cola at my helm!

Alright, that is about it folks!!! Oh yeah, and early April Fools, suckers who were into the last blog! I had some of you dudes duped out there! Bu ha ha ha!

(Or did I? Only my deep and disturbed mind knows for sure! Take care of yourself, and each other! )

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Well, I suppose it has been awhile since I wrote a decent blog of sorts. (It's already March of 2009? damn I am behind!) The reason being for that, I did not have a decent computer to write my thoughts and inner being on in about 2 months. I was in a very deep depression because of the lack of being creative. I was barely on the web at all and I didn't want to be on a computer most days. I was doing good to keep a roof over my head and to have decent meals ready for Bandit, but it was a pretty serious rut for me, as far as that goes. It was almost everyday for me that I felt a loss. It rendered a lot of flashbacks, because I figure the computer is a part of my mediums.

Through writing and drawing, I get launched back into the stone age without the direction of a computer. It sucked for me for that period of time, but I am thankful for the generosity of my nephew Jacob and my father for saving me on that account.

There I was, at the library. Just minding my own business and checking my email, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I was half asleep and I looked up as my dad said something I did not think I would ever hear.....

“We got you a new computer.”

A combination of both the shock and disbelief set in. But as I drove home from the library that afternoon. The overwhelming shock slowly turned into relief. Then into happiness, a happiness I could not fulfill without the medium of a computer.

So I think, when it hit me, I wanted to give thanks where it was due.

So I say: Thank You!

Without the computer, I would have no digital art to show people. I feel as if I am back in good old 2009 once again with the rest of the digital mongers! LOL!

I also owe a great amount to Bandit the cat who kept me company during that time my old computer went on the mend. I believed he sustained me till I was renewed. He just seems happier these days and is purring more then he ever did. He is a good boy. So different then Webster and Gravy, but in his own unique way, he is Mister Personality!

He really is....

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You know man, in the time I was depressed without the computer. I noticed I was not drawing hardly at all. But then I thought back to myself: I can remember when I was in Computer Art in Longview, and I was the LAST one to have a computer!

I swear, I can remember that. It was a course I really needed, even though it ended up being an audit class. My teacher at the time considered me to be the most proficient at Photoshop. Little did I realize back then how right he was. I mean, look at me now, I had gotten into nearly 40 comics. I am sure I will get into quite a bit more in this lifetime, If I just keep going with it. One story and one page at a time.

But alas, I did watch a lot of television and movies during my brief stint of being down and out. And I realize, there is too much crap for one person to watch. Even with the new HD channels, it is like getting poor man's cable with a converter box!

Like late at night, I would be flipping channels during that entire Octomom thing. I don't know about that woman dude, having 8 kids in the same womb. That is just too damn scary and creepy, even for my vile tastes. I think she is a waste of both humanity and space. I sort of think it was unnatural and a bit gross at the same time.

I think the girl has bigger lips then some black people out there! So damn weird....

Hell, I don't many cats who have 8 kittens....much less a human mother out there who decided to get in-vitro, even after the fact that she already had 6 kids. Then the media is asking her all of these weird questions about premature labor, and she is on Doctor Phil for a few nights just sponging it up. Gosh, you talk about revolting. Honestly, I don't know who is more revolting, Nadia Suleman on the tube every damn night or the media that just makes her look more irresponsible then she already is.

I mean, when you see her, she just looks like she has no clue whatsoever of what is going on a lot of times.



Personally if it were me, I would not want to be involved with that crap either. That Octodad was on television once for an interview. He didn't really want to be seen, and who can really blame him. I am pretty sure if he really had a burning desire to make television appearances, he would have wound up on Maury Povich. LOL! (All of those dumb paternity test episodes he has....they get old after the second day, much less a few months of it, LOL!)


I was sitting there, like: What is this Octomom thinking? Raising lambs for the apparent slaughter for World War 3 in Afghanistan? I mean, 3 kids can be a handful in itself.....imagine 14 of those little annoying fuckers running around and causing mass chaos and panic in the streets! You know what I mean? Like they are at the proper throwing-bomb age and making public buildings explode when they turn 2!

Gosh, I can remember when I was babysitting 6 kids. I am so glad I don't do it anymore. I think the near-Octomom that I was sitting for moved out to some other place, cause I never see anybody there at that house they were renting. I imagine if 6 kids can cause a mass amount of stress for a person, then I know I would have no desire to sit again, unless it was a decent well-behaved kid and there were less of them.

Some days I was like: What the hell was this woman thinking to have one kid right after another in a recession time before she was 28? I thought to myself: If the 3^rd kid ended up being autistic, then why did you have 3 more hyperactive children after that? I just could not wrap my head around it.

But bringing me back to my Octomom manifesto. Yeah, I think Nadia Suleman is one screwed-up broad and it can only get worse before it gets better. She strikes me a bit as a gold digger as well who takes up these opportunities to look aimless in the damn camera. I just don't really get people like that. No wonder I tend to be such a recluse, LOL!

And if I was working as a doctor that day at the Kaiser Permanente, I just would have skipped work that day and left some basket there for those kids to drop into. But I am not a doctor, so I just stayed away from the hospital anyway to watch some Doctor Who.

They should have just put a foreclosure sign on her vagina, well ahead of time! But nope, she was running around and trying to populate the world, or at least a seedy side of her town!

Nadia Suleman is just a freakish and wrong woman, dude. Absolutely horrendous, but I guess she has decent hooters when my eyes are getting drowsy...ha ha!

Horray!!!!

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Speaking of the television sets at night, after 10:00....I miss Conan O'Brien already! I know Jimmy Fallon is trying it out with the entire late thing thing, but it just seems like he is pulling jokes away from Conan....and acting a bit like Carson Daly too. I do give Fallon credit where it is due, he does have some really hot chicks on that show, almost every night. But he is not quite the same thing as Conan.

But as for originality, I still preferred Conan O'Brien over most of the rest of the other late nighters. His delivery of jokes was always spot on and it always got an obation. And it was not just Conan, it also had a lot to do with his supporting cast and those really hilarious skits he had. Like Joel Goddard and Max Weinberg and the occasional weird person who would sit in the audience and flap on. I think every joke was a barrel laugh. My favorite ones had to be with Triumph The Insult Comic Dog and Pierre Bernard's Recliner Of Rage. LOL, classic! And when he was doing that last few weeks of shows, when he was showing the highlights of his 16 years. I just found myself saying: Alright, I have to watch Conan just to see what is going to be on that night! And those few weeks he was on, were really some of his best.

And NBC (Nothing But Craps) is making all of us wait till June 1^st till he comes to take over Jay Leno's spot. Aw well, at least I still have David Letterman and the insane Craig Ferguson. Ferguson is so crazy, he almost always make me giggle as well. The dude is crazy and brilliant too!

As for other shows I find myself watching: I watch House, Monk, Heroes, Lie To Me, Terminator, some Twilight Zone and Dollhouse. And of course, I have to watch Doctor Who constantly and Star Trek: The Next Generation sometimes. Those are pretty much a given at this point!

Not to mention, there is this new channel in Kansas City called: THIS Kansas City on 29.2 now. THIS has to be an anagram of the word “SHIT”. That would seem to fitting, seeing as how most of the old movies they show are pretty lousy anyway. Yeah, like Night Of The Comet and Beverly Hills Madam were blockbusters? Please! I think they made that crap up just to make it look better then it never was! Well, they do show Outer Limits, so at least that is somewhat of a plus....but when they showed Namu The Killer Whale, that was like 2 hours of my damn like that I will never get back! Ugh....that movie is about as bad as Whale Rider!

Oh yes: watching HDTV on a white bread tube television! Yeah, gotta love it! A poor man's luxury, this is for damn sure! Weehoo!

Now where the fuck is my Vault Red Blitz cola to rot my teeth? Oh, it's over there!!!!! I need some!!

You know something? I used to be an avid movie buff. I used to see all of the new films in theaters and I recall that it was probably the greatest thing ever. (Even if some people say it sucked, then that would make me watch even more.) I liked cinema, and it all started with flicks like Star Wars and Flash Gordon. When my mom used to take up to the Cinema 4 in Lee's Summit. I was just in awe, but that was a distant remnant of my past. All that is left there now is an Office Depot and an abandoned Hollywood Video that has been closed down for many years.

But one day, I got a bit older and more decrepit, reclusive to the world around me that turned it's back against me. Then I had a wretched broke time and could not afford the luxury of movie/company time. But I guess buying things at the concession was not an utter loss to me. Other then the saved art supplies money that would help me to be in so many comic books.

So, I missed out on everything past Transformers and 300. I actually thought that I Am Legend was the most recent movie that I had seen....and that was a 2 dollar video. Even then, I was sad that Will Smith's dog had to be bitten by rabid dogs with that super-rabies. I don't know what the hell disease that really was, but I don't really want to catch that crap! I guess it is worse then the clap! LOL!

I think another recent movie I saw was Doomsday. I was really impressed with that. Sort of like Mad Max meets Heavy Metal 2000.

Dude, I had been so broke this year at times since 2007, I avoided the 3 dollar movie theater all together this year, cause I thought the bastard kids would spoil the movie for me by yapping. Talk about a phobia of public places! That sucks for me, whenever you get some techno-geek who just spoils the movie in advance in the seat in front of you. Just cause he just happened to see it 3 times at the regular theater and just happens to know every singe cryptic thing on some flick? He sucks, go an die you repressive ass-nerd! You know man? Let me see my movies uninterrupted and non-objectionable, the way a person should see movies!

I had not seen Iron Man Goes To Towel World, Hand-Cocks, Kung-Fu Panda-ass, Wanted, That Narnia 2 film with the big-ass MGM lion on crack, Hulk 2 On Green-Steroids and pretty much everything that came out around 2008! I barely know a decent film from a lousy one anymore, cause of all of those CG effects they use now. But see, people are less appreciative of movies, cause of the flipping media bastard machines.

Nothing, nada, zilch....barely even a damn preview man that cracked my eyelids at all this year! I never saw a single damn move that came out this year man and there is like, 1 more month of this year left! I admit, that is really very depressing. I had not even seen Indiana Jones and The Temple of Whatever Is Phallic! I had not seen 28 Weeks Later or whatever that was that didn't have Christopher Eccleston in it. I never saw the Dark Knight Dead-Joker Things of Whatever. To be honest, I barely even remember what is out now, this is how much of a reclusive maniac I guess I am now.

Hell, there could have been a Doctor Strange or House: The Movie come out, and I still would have missed it. I bet Roger Ebert with the glass-jaw sees more flicks then my sorry ass...and that is just sad!

No dates from any women to see at least one film? Not even a average or mediocre one! Go figure, they think I am a part of the sub-culture anyway, I suppose? Like women really understand me because of my condition of PTSD? Hell, I don't know. I was doing good to be seeing Season 4 of Doctor Who this year....really! I think that was the hightlight of my year, that and staying in my section 8 apartment that is getting more repressed for me at times.

But then this particular blog leads me to this theory.....

I do not believe that Torchwood Season 2 ever came out!

I will tell you why I think this. Because these people in the UK told me at one time that it never came out and to not get my hopes up. Not just friends that I knew in the UK, but some correspondant of the BBC as well who wrote me. That I was getting my hopes up for the bi-exploits of Captain Jack Hartness too soon for my non-gay tastes. (I admit it, I have dreams of girls I will never get with in my lifetime.)

Then I saw these other blogs that people were (I guess) seeing it on cable television. I think everyone is putting me on. I never even see it at any local video store in Kansas City. I really doubt it even exists at all. I don't even really think it ever came on the Sci-Fi Channel like everyone said it did....I think everybody is pulling my leg just to brag about something that I never even saw a preview for! Cause I don't even thing those exist either.

The only way you could honestly prove that Torchwood Season 2 even came out, is you would have to burn some bootleg episodes and send me a DVD or a CD-ROM of it. This is the only way someone could prove me wrong. This is probably the only way I would ever believe anybody out there. (Cause I can't actually view an online YouTube video anymore, those commie bastards prevented me from having my own personal internet years ago! The conspirators of our society, mind you that force me to drive to the library and borrow some net time! Sometimes, that is all one has....)

But knowing my luck, I am probably right. Torchwood Season 2 is probably an illusion that people made up just to spite me. If your a part of one of those reasons, then go fuck yourself too, you snobby prick! You selfish bastard of the Torchwood hub sleep-arounds! You never did nothing for me either you ass! Your not going to send that crap to me if it don't exist, anyway, I know your kind! Hell, you need that cash for some gas money from Iraq!

(Knowing my luck, some fatty like Mario Batali made all this crap up online....those damn fat-ass cooks! One of these days, he will eat himself to death in Spain, and Gweneth Paltrow will have no way to put her skinny-ass arms around him for a Heimlich maneuver! Those Holly-wierd bastards of caviar!)

You guys/girls never took me to a damn flick in the Kansas City area in the past 5 years. No man, some of you were having your own sexual exploit romps while you dressed up like Gwen or Ianto, the cuddle-fuck butler who likes his many sexual uses for stopwatches!

What the hell is this world really coming too dude, when people make up crap like this? I hope you get ate up by hungry Weevils in the damn underground. I hope evil faeries steal your coveted fetus-child and take him to some damn pixie-land of goregrind! I hope you get zapped by some Slitheen Extrapolation thing and you are redused to vapor and ashes!

Stop lying to me already about that Torchwood! I was just lucky to see Mirrormask and Immortal this year and I never even got in the vicinity of any movie rental place in town.

I can apt for VHS glory! Hell, I would apt for records if I had a decent working record player! Cause I am old fashioned like that. I really don't mind the low-def memorabilia.

I guess I am also primitive when it also comes to phones. I think I have a phobia a phones that stems back to when my dad was yelling at me to not use them in the 80s. I don't know man, I guess metallic voices of abusive relatives could probably scare a lot of people. Not to mention, the phone bill itself, which can be very horrendous. Screw that man, I am best just to use morse code or something to that effect....LOL!

Oh well dudes.....at least Jeffery Dahmer had some worthwhile recreational hobbies. Well, I got another month to go of hellishness. Then I will have the perfect yearly record of not seeing any damn thing in the overpriced theaters of Kansas City's toxic waste dump! (Or till somebody feels generous to pay my way again....I generally thing I don't fit in with about 90 percent of the human race.)

I probably won't even see Punisher: War Zone. And know the thing, that really sucks! Cause I really liked the first movie. (I saw that one with Thomas Jane a good 40 times at least!)

Then I wonder where 2009 will lead me....probably more comic books to draw for and more death/black/nero-thrash metal! Away from all of you lots, I am sure! LOL! More flashbacks like usual and no voting, I know. Oh well, that is almost daily life for me over here.

Oh, and on the last note of this blog here....Will Rahmer is a closet she-male who should try on more bikinis! (Cause damn if Mortician is the worst band that ever came out of New York! Gosh, they suck balls....an utter contrast to the pure talent of Immolation!)

Thanks for your sweet ass time! Next time, it will be pot-luck ass-Thanksgiving and some other Friday! Whatever the hell that means....

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Last time I checked my pulse, I never decided to give to any candidate for their election tours at all. For all I know, they probably stole my money through taxes and whatever else. I don't buy into this media push of the candidates either, where celebrities and commercialism lies to you to make it sound better then it already is, as to whom to vote for. The real knowledge gets brushed underneath the rugs for something that looks pretty on a high-definition screen on your television.

The media blasts this crap that you have this one important choice. But if I don't like the so-called choices that are offered on the table right now, then I want no part in these fast food elections. Fuck it man, I would rather be drawing something that day.

That gives me all the more reason not to vote for these bureaucratic bastards anyway who want to climb over people to get to the top! The guy who made the most sense early on in the running was Ron Paul, but because of the system and they way they have it set up, they put these 2 rich dudes in front of us. I heard they would not even let Ron Paul into the primary debates a few months back. To me, that sounded like a conspiracy of sorts.

And I know, I had been watching these debates and crap recently. Between these presidential and vice-presidential people who just insist on a good squabble. But I swear, not once in these so-called argument fests did they ever talk about animal rights or the cold-blooded murders of innocent animals in animal pounds in the USA, on a daily basis. And this is one of the many reason I will not even bother to vote in the first place for these pompous jerks. It is almost the fursthest thing from my mindset to vote.

I know Sarah Palin and John McCain are gun-wielding psychopaths anyway, they are already tied in with the National Rifle Association. And I would not even put it past Barack and Biden for toting some sort of firearm when they go around places to push their votes. But they all hang around these secret service people anyway and talk about war constantly to somebody out there. It is in all of their blood, none of those people should be around firearms to begin with. But I suppose, this is the warrior complex of this United States...

That is the way they are, if they don't like somebody, they have their fingers right next to the button once they are elected in the White House! I know, cause the simian known as George Dubya like shiny red beeping things anyway! That dude never does anything right! I think Cornelius from Planet Of The Apes could have done a better job with leading then Dubya the Primate-loser!

Please man! He has to be the absolute worst president I have ever seen in my lifetime! He was the lying idiot who let these in-bed terrorists fly unmarked planes into 2 buildings in New York and Washington to begin with. Then he went to this mindless war with Iraq, which had nothing to do with Bin Laden or Afghanistan. (Remember, Bush was selling weapons to Afghanistan even before he was president. I would not put it past him if he had gay love affairs with Bin Laden and Dick Cheney dudes.)

I think it did have a lot to do with the Bush Administration's plundering and running down the USA over the past 8 years. Everything else followed that, including the financial collapse and the natural disasters that seemed longed neglected.

(See, the general theory was this in 9/11. There were government workers who were rigging drilling key points in the Twin Towers before that entire public massacre of the collapse. I remember seeing this video about it, where there was like 4 to 6 fall-out points before the collapse. 9/11 was going to be this day of these soaring stocks before that tremendous tragedy took place. That sort of shares a lot of similarities from this money crash we have now. It is all sad, really, even I admit to losing a friend from 9/11.)

Jumping the gun here like a militant flunky out of the blue....so as I don't depress myself here.

When I was in college, I knew Bill Kinney's daughter cause she was in my college sculpture class, as well as the man himself when he came around at times. Back then, I supported him because he was running for a house position in Missouri. (Yeah, even when he was on the Chiefs, he was sort of an underdog quarterback.)

Now Kinney's daughter, she used to talk about how awesome my art was, sometimes to her Dad. Plus, he ran a pretty clean campaign through that entire run, I forgot who his opponent was. As far as I knew, he had no plans to even run for being a governor or a senate position. Much less being a corrupt president.

(And to think, I could have had gentle little kiss with a Republican's daughter...now that would have been awesome hot! Ha ha ha! The girl was just beautiful, I am just saying, she was a model back then!)

But of course, time went by, I got uglier as time went along with issues relating to physical and mental health. I suppose I was smarter then I was during the naïve years of college. I saw how the so-called real world can really mess a person up inside, after you were done padding college administrator's wallets. The further I got away from Longview Community College and the art programs, the better off I was as far as critical thinking went. The true tests were in daily learning that lead me on the paths to being with Radio Comix and Antarctic Press. I was a really good student, even in political sciences as well during high school and college. But of course, my best works in comics were to come after I got let go from the Comics Creators Network.

I got a lot less supportive of these politicians here and abroad after the bunglings of George Simian Dubya Bush and his flunkie administration. I grew out of that youthful and naive "change the world" impression well over 15 years ago! You can't change the world, because it already got altered by toxic plastic waste dumps anyway thorough the decades of neglect, dammit! We were pretty much screwed when corporate assholes decided to dump oil into the waters for riches of themselves.

I think the Earth is already dying off anyway, because of all of the CO2 emissions from all of this burnt waste, in a steady decline of abuse. I think it can only get worse before it ever gets to be more green....think about this for a second: The more paper money they print off for these corrupt politicians in factories, the bleaker our outer society can only get over time!

Like this Mark Funkhouser guy who is the Kansas City mayor in this town, right now. I don't really get that dude either, cause he looks like that skinny beanpole robot dude who was in Jabba's palace in Return Of The Jedi! You know the one I am saying? The one who was burning the droid's feet? Hah, I could see Mark Fuck-houser doing that crap too! Ha ha ha, he is a joke too, I think! I don't know, I guess I don't like the guy for fucking up the streets with the many potholes that take out my poor little car tires or whining about his wife not being able to visit him on the job!

And then I don't get Matt Blunt either. He is (or was) the Missouri governor until all of those scandals took place with the government money. He came from Lee's Summit Jesus Camp Helltown too, but he is just a total douche-bag who had everything growing up! I heard lots of bad stuff about him too, plus he never wrote me back on an email either. He didn't do anything for us local yokels.....he was just another greedy politician who wasted tax money on sunny plane-trips and Kansas City Chiefs season tickets! (Hey, perhaps this is why he is a Blunt? Cause he does not listen to a single fucking thing you have to say at all!)

I don't know. I still don't consider it much of a choice when the Democrats and Republican Party plans are really close to being the same, when taxes are through and what not. I think the only difference with the Obama and McCain plan is about 42 dollars anyway! Trust me on that, it is all hidden thought, rhetoric and the endless blurbs of public speaking. I figure, when these politicians show up on Access Hollywood and Entertainment Tonight to look pretty, that a sure sign to stay away from the damn polls come election day!

McCain is very sorely convinced that nuclear power is the safest thing in the world! Yeah, okay man! I am pretty sure some of those Chernobyl residents may say otherwise! (This is coming from a guy who nearly got blown up on a plane carrier when he was in the armed forces! LOL! Even though he has limited use of his arms anyway, it still does not stop him from being around naughty librarians named Sarah Palin for hidden love connections!)

In the end, I think politics are just this really huge popularity contest for rigged votes. (They are already looking into a plot from the Barack Obama camp into supposed rigged votes from a company called Acorn. They also have tie-ins with John McCain as well. I guess I would not put it pasth either one of them for rigged votes of some sort or another.)

I suppose this is why they call it a campaign! In the dictionary, campaign means something that has to do with military operations.

I just don't bother anymore to vote, because I am not satisfied with the choices. Politics don't really dabble well with my subconcious as I think it is just a big waste of my time to vote. If it would have been in the Reagan era all over again, then I may have had a different story to tell. But that is just no so for me.

The way I see it here: the votes don't really count because of the factors involved. So I just stay indoors most of the time, away from the corrupt politicians to create my art. But try telling these fool college students who think the opposite of me....please!

Hey, I may as well skip the damn election day! I don't want to miss that hottie lady on Knight Rider or whatever good show comes on! Beside that, I am drawing the next masterpiece for an upcoming comic book. (As of this blog-thing, I am working on the next 4 or 5 comic projects, even as I may type this crap! Onward and upward to comic book 35!)

I think the only good thing the government is good for is my food stamps and my section-8 apartment. At least I have a secure roof over my head, thank goodness. Other then that, I could care less for these new-age politics. Art is much more appealing to me anyway then any politics.

Like I said before: Fuck politics, I ain't voting, dudes! I am needed in the comics world, bros! This is where I am needed....in the rear with the gear, as they would say on Full Metal Jacket!

Cause that is what I do....you hippies! That, and I like to watch Craig Ferguson go on rants really late at night while he goes insane and talks to extravagant women....hah!

And yes, Monk is more entertaining to watch then the presidential debates....LOL! Of course, who does not know that? Adrian Monk should be president just based off of his obsessive-compulsive thing alone! Chuck from the Nerd Herd can be vice president! So there.....take that you candidate bastards!!!!

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The final political joke is unveiled....hide your ugly children now!!!! Cause here it is!

Q: What do you get when you mix John McCain and Barack Obama's druggie addictions?

A: Some Balmy Back-Bacon Cocaine!

Yeah, I know, it was a sucky bad joke from my brain....LOL! Deal with it, dudes! (But I bet somebody out there is getting some insane chuckle at my expense....so Joe The Plumber can still blow himself!)

What a way to end a frivolous blog....where is my Vault cola at right now? Te he he he!

I sometimes get a bit of the jitters before a big show, and I thought it was a pretty decent and loyal show. But I think I had a lot of signs before-hand that this would be the show that would get me a lot more attention then usual!

(I had an instance where I was driving to a gas station a week before....and on the ground, there was exactly 20 cents! Which meant that my mom on the spirit side was leaving me this money as a sign, that my show would go smoothly on the 20th. A few days later, I had ironically found 21 cents on the ground! It was a sign of good times and good fortune.)

I was in the same room signing comics that day with the legends! Sergio Aragones was the headliner....but he also had Mark Evanier, Tom Luth and Stan Sakai in the same room. They had all come in from the California madness, presumably on some plane.

Seeing my old classmates again like Monte May plugging Pig Tales made it that much more like family to me. We go way way back!

I think everyone should check out www.pigtales.com at least once in their little lives!

But I also saw the usual people like Kerry Callen, Anne-Marie Cool, Steve Lightle, Hester and Parks of Green Arrow, Rick Staci, The Revere Guys (Who were sitting at opposite sides of the place for some odd reason), Darryl Woods and many dealers/creators who were in the room.

After I got worked in the mode again, everything just fell into place for a great time. The rundown of weekend sort of went like this.....

Day 1: I drove up to the rolling flats of the business complex of the BTC (The Business and Technology Center in North Kansas City). I was spending all week to make special signs for the table and make sure I had my inventory stock of comics to bring. (Radio Comix Furrloughs and Antarctic Press specials, mostly! Like Pirates Vs Ninja Annual 1 and Ninja High School Yearbook 20.)

Lawless Comics had a special reserved place for me, near their huge booth of comics and resident comic book pushers! Even though I got the usual "dealers badge" that I sometimes get scorned with....I made it my own special "guest badge".

I talked a bit to Sergio Aragones and got a few things from him, in between my many hordes at the table. Along with the many autographs he signed for me and his tales of his other part time venture. (I had no idea he did carpentry on the side....I guess the suck ass economy is effecting everyone!)

I remember running out of some of my extra Furrloughs, that had completely sold out. (Mainly the first ones that I was in, like Furrlough 157 and 160.)

I met a few people who were totally into fuzzy art, and a lady who was doing an internet show for Fuzzy Radio bought my entire collection of Furrloughs! So I aimed to please, by tossing in these special pocket sketches that I was doing.

The nerves had subsided, and then the show just took off for me once again. I was getting as much as 5 to 6 people gathered around my table at a time. Wanting signed comics and stuff. Even on that first Saturday, which was pretty busy anyway.

I think it was cool that me and Stan Sakai were in the same room plugging books. He was old school Furrlough, while I suppose I am in the newer breed of comix dominance.

I also saw somebody from my college days who actually knew the notorious serial killer: John E. Robinson. I had no idea that Robinson was a Daredevil fan! LOL! But you always learn something new, man!

But I remember driving home...exhausted yet a but more loaded in the pocket. LOL!

I did manage to find Heavy Metal 2000 on DVD, cause I could not find any Metalocalypse on DVD....so I got that and watched it that night in-between all of the House Season 1 DVD that I didn't buy.....but it was all good, man! I also got some special-signed Elvira Comics from Anne-Marie Cool. Gosh, even I miss Claypool Comics! Come to think of it....

Day 2: I was driving down the beaten path of Independence, Missouri from my apartment monastery of doom, when some dork tells me to roll the window down. Then he said this to me....

Hey man, your left rear tire is low!

Then I just rolled my eyes at him, along with my window of how sad this guy really was! That dude was a total idiot....cause I was on my way to the prestige of Mo-Kan again. But I suppose the weight of a good backpack can do that to anybody. What would that silly fool know? LOL!

The fog was a deep whitish-grey and there was hardly any traffic to my destination at Mo-Kan....I had the hair bands blaring out of my cheap car stereo.

I had a chance to talk to Stan Sakai before the show and setting up my booth again....and he really liked my artwork. So I ended up getting a lot more signed stuff from him, as a good gesture of artist to artist. He was one of the nicest industry pros I ever got to meet in person.

I made a good amount that Sunday. Almost as much as the first day, but I got a lot more pocket sketches out to people that had that extra-special Death Metal Bunny Brigade touch to them. (They had to get a few of my comics to get that particular bonus! But each drawing had the link to http://mickmoart.deviantart.com on them.)

But I ended up selling a lot more 8.5 by 11 drawings that day....and I got to draw more nude women on request! I suppose that is a perk of being a crazy Milk artist from the good old days! LOL!

I remember when I was so hungry, they were catering this awesome Papa Johns Pizza. (The day before, it was turkey sandwiches.) I ended up eating like half of an extra-large pizza. Pepperoni pizza is king! Even when you are eating it in the same room as Steve Lightle and the Groo Crew who were talking endlessly on how much the economy sucked at the end of a community college classroom!

I got a chance to finally walk a bit more on that day. I scooped up some Doctor Who action figures at a comic booth when they sold out of the classic Doctor Who DVDs. Mainly a 6-inch tall Ood and a Judoon Captain for about 10 bucks a piece. It is not like you can stroll up to a Toys R' Us and get these things in the Kansas City area! No, these toys were imported from the U.K. And I never see these things in town, except for the overpriced Ebay that I tend to distance myself from! So I had to get these gems! Even though I could not afford the Dalek set....I think I made out just fine anyway, on that part.

(Hey, everyone needs a caring and evil Ood from Impossible Planet....right? Or a Judoon from the Moon....fo-so-toe-doe-yo!)

I also saw Kyle Strahm, who does Clockwork Creature. That was a pretty good comic, I am just saying! :)

But when I left....I remember being so very happy about that show and how smooth it really went. My name was secured in comic book lore. I was thieir next Richard Corben....I was the next Jim Mawfood....but there can only be one of me! Mickmo....the maniac dojinshi creator of the future past!!!!

I so want to go back to Mo-Kan. It was so freaking awesome....sometimes mere words cannot describe it! I wish it could have been an all-week thing.

Aw well, I felt sorry for a few of my friends who missed out. I am sure they were watching the Chiefs lose or some crap....ha ha! But the Mickmo Death Metal Cult will endure all, and this show was just a sign of things to come forth!!!

The show was a huge success and a milestone! (My 7^th comic show will be a testament to what I do, later on.)

I want to go back to Mo-Kan as soon as I can....and I shall! Bet on that!

I saw that Republican National Convention about a week or so ago. Dammit, if it didn't look like some weird cult to me on my HDTV, with the way they were ranting on and on on how they were going to win the election! Rudy Giuliani, Mitt Romney and all of those dorks were just being loud-mouths in high-definition clatter-trash. Some days, I cannot believe people really bought into this thing, this churning media machine. But they did, unfortunately because they could be imbecile followers who will possibly follow anything for a gimmick and a free t-shirt.

I was not impressed with John McCain at all during these weeks, shooting his mouth off like he was some new-aged Nazi in a football pep rally like the rest of those Republicans do. He said he hated war, but at the same time, he still wants the war to go on in Iraq after Bush gets out of office? I don't think he really cares about those soldiers who's limbs are being blown off by landmines, he just wants the wars to go on so America goes down the tubes even more. McCain's butt buddie is George Dubya, and I am pretty sure they hung out a lot together...in the bedroom of course.

And Sarah Palin does nothing for me either. She is just on the bill now because McCain's committee said he had to have a vice-president running mate at a certain date and time. Cause what the fuck? Who really gets a job in this day and age after 48 hours and a small interview of a few minutes....nobody in this crap economy I bet? She had to be a last-minute choice for more approval ratings. I think it was that advisory committee that selected her, not really McCain. The only reason she is there is to appeal to some of the female voters anyway. McCain's ratings were dropping until she stepped into the picture.

But yeah, I don't really get that whole Sarah Palin thing. (Tina Fey's stunt double!) I think she is there just for media attention.

They said there was like 8000+ people in Alaska on the news. Because I bet there is nothing to do in Alaska then have pre-marital sex in the snow during the Aurora Borealis! Lee's Summit (That Jesus Camp Helltown where I live now) has a lot more people then 8000 in the city population! Come on now, that is like a cake-walk to us over here...my high school had more people then that! There is nothing in Alaska except for 6 to 9 months of daylight and a gas station or 2. Saying your from Alaska is another way of saying to people: Yes, I live in the US version of friggin' Hoth world, so I can sit at home and watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show on snow days!

I had no desire to even see the McCain-Palin ticket come to John Knox Village in Lee's Summit. It was pretty far from my mind anyway. There were people camping outside the John Knox Pavilion a few days in advance in U-Hauls and vans! Like it was some anticipated concert or a Star Wars movie? Why man? I had no desire to drive down the damn street and see those people in a standing room only atmosphere. And this was their first stop for preaching the insane madness.

(It was only like 4 minutes away from me....and I didn't feel like wasting my over-priced foreign-imported Iraqi gas on this pep rally crap!)

I don't know, I guess I was not in the mood that day to see these people in their propaganda-like ways...sporting off their 5 kids each or crap. Those people are spoiled anyway.

I am sure I was probably sleeping till 4 to 5 in the afternoon that day. Flipping the television and watching those weird attack ads they always run during an election time, in between Judge Judy and the Bernie Mac Death-a-thon. (Those ads are set-up too....another tool of the advisory boards for these candidates. They pre-record all of that stuff ahead of time, while the candidates are on tour.)

Screw the Republicans man, all those political figures suck nowadays....sometimes I like to buy pork barrels with my food stamps you senate slime! It makes for good luncheon meat, ye bastards, so what do they know about it?!

Anyway, jumping the gun here, I thought it was funny when Joe Biden told some Missouri governor to stand up in the crowd. Then he realized: That dude can't stand up cause he is in a wheelchair! LOL, talk about amusement for my sick mind! This is going to be Obama's running mate....a guy who tells the paraplegics of the world to stand strong one day and attack people with their gropers! LOL!

Next thing you know. The Democrats will have an endorsed political art show for the legally blind! Trust me, those educated idiots will come up with it sometime, you watch!

See, this is why I never vote, cause you don't get but 2 to 4 choices anyway every 4 years. (The bad or the worse one, they are all tied into one another anyway to mess up America.) Because they only give us one or the other and there is no middle ground for any outside parties. Otherwise, they consider it as wasting your vote!

I think it is more like wasting your time and gasoline to go to some Evangelical church or school that morning and vote at some booth somewhere. You know what I am saying? Your better off to drive to a comic book store and get some kick ass comic books/graphic novels to read that day! That seems like a more worthwhile thing to do then going to the polls. The voting polls are rigged!

And see, you know the media trys to gear these young kids to vote, even in college. Like it is some sort of hip cool fad and crap. Screw that crap!

It's like they say to you on a daily basis: Either vote for the old-fart warrior and his Alaskan hockey mistress or vote for the semi-tanned guy and his senile running-mate on the ballot. They try to pound in our heads that you need to vote for the fossil who still wants us in a war or the other brother who will raise taxes. But the way government is set up, is no matter who gets more of the votes, Democrats and Republicans are pretty much in the same pool as one another.

If I would vote for somebody in my imagination, it would probably be Ronald Reagan's corpse. (Hey, it can be a secret write-in vote!) I am pretty sure he is not doing much at the moment! A corpse in the Oval Office chair, hey, that sounds awfully death metal to me man! LOL! Or you could just vote for Yoda.....he may be old, but at least he has more Midichorians then these other tripe bastards!

But you know, all of these political people are either tied into these Freemason cults, lobbyists or secret special interest groups. They got lawyers to sway the votes in recalls if they wanted to. They even got people who vote in Guam and The Dominican Republic...and those are not even in the 50 states! See, that shit is messed up beyond any control you think you have...I guess your vote really don't matter...at least to the office whores who run government! I claim nobody on any sort of ballot whatsoever, cause it is rubbish anyway.

I could really care less about these commercials that tell me to vote: Fuck those media bastards, I ain't doing it!!!! They ain't giving me anything in the choices to want to vote for anyway. (And I am still a registered voted, as far as I know.) So yeah, I feel as if I can gripe about that part, in a fair sense to the lack of limited bad choices. Then when America gets further into debt and chaos because of somebody's past vote of a president/vice-president, down the line, they can't come running to me and whining about it later on! I kept saying it didn't really matter anyway....

And people wonder why I never get out of the apartment half of the time, other then to check my email, Myspace or DeviantArt? Hey, at least Star Wars is more entertaining then these political fights. I would watch a Jedi battle any day of the week though!

At least Han Solo made the Kessel run in less then 12 parsecs at one time, which had nothing to do with politics! Mace Windu had to fight a politician once, but then he got dropped out the window by Palpatine. Apparently, Windu was not the voting type either after he had his hand lopped off! Who the hell is going to vote for someone when he gives electrical shocks to elder Jedi's on the top flight of a building? LOL!

Now where the hell is my invisible animal-tested lipstick?

Where there is no bounds or restrictions on me, and I am free to draw whatever I feel inside of me that day. Not what the places tell me to draw, but what my instinct guides me to construct that day. When I can let my imagination go to a place that nobody else can, go except for me and only me. It is at these moments when I can share my visions with people in this world.

When it is just me and that drawing paper, some Micron 03s and the endless little details of my crazy imagination. I mean, it is just amazing what you can do when you can map it all out like that. Yet, with some of the techniques in this stuff I do, there is just so many possibilities to it.

I don't tell everybody every single one of my techniques into what I do. Because if I did, it would either bore people to death or they would just try to steal it from me somehow.

But yeah, I studied art for an extremely long time, even subconsciously in my mind from a very early age. I remember when I was forced to go to the principal's office in grade school, just because I found a color art book with nude artistic paintings in it that was sitting on a shelf for me to reach at. I remember just looking at this art for about a minute or so, and it was so wonderful and beautiful, till this bastard librarian lady took it from my hands and punished me for seeing it.

I thought about some of my artistic influences the other day. People that came before me like Richard Corben, Robert Crumb, Daniel Clowes, Sam Kieth, Robert Williams, Frank Frazetta, Simon Bisley, Juan Giminez, Will Eisner, Kevin Nowlan, Vincent Van Gogh, Thomas Hart Benton, Wes Benscoater, Moebius, HR Giger...there is just so damn many to name though. But that is just off the top of my head. And believe me, there are a lot of good ones out there. Some need more credit where it is due, I think.

I guess I am fortunate to come from this Kansas City hub of so many talents of comic writing and art. Cause lets face it, we had Walt Disney as a small animator here, till it gave way to the greedy suit bastards and sold out. (Disney would be rolling in his grave if he saw how vile Hannah Montana was? Or how Disney sold out with a suit called Michael Eisner. At least Tron had Moebius, dammit!)

But you see, I am the true visionary outcast of all of those people, and I still claim way to being a ex-Comics Creators Network person of being in multiple comics. Some of them are in awe, envy...sometimes even jealous as the day they let me go. But hey, that is the rough background of the scene for you....I went on and they didn't. Even if some still choose to ignore what I have done with comics, I still my own way into endurance and imagination.

Seems like everytime I am let go of some publisher in Kansas City, my comics stuff goes more into a cult status anyway.

My heritage in art come from both the sickness and the gifted world of true comic book creators. My focus on certain days can be so dead on, that some days you would not believe it. The clarity and the crisp, clean edginess of it all. Art is a language to me, that I get better a speaking with, every day I do this.

I became a cult phenomenon on my own terms, with my own skills and expertise to bring to the table. Every time there was some strange shift in the Kansas City scene of the want-to-bees, it always seemed as if my art grew more from all of that mess. Against a backdrop of these boring people who knew how to glimpse at a masterpiece temporarily. But see, it is another thing to live the masterpiece, to have it replicate in your mind arbitrarily! To draw or paint with every squiggle or structure from your own background and skills. This is what it is all about.

I never came up from a place like New York or California, where being a comic artist or writer is a lot more commonplace. Where art studios and shows are a lot more abundant on both coasts. I guess the Kansas City art scene can either be really open or just very harsh. But Kansas City is always humid, so I think that plays a part into creating with me.

Fuck dude, I never even visited either of these places during my life so far. And I am 35 now, still stuck in the Midwest. I am afraid that if I go there, the people would act too snobby. Like they do on the internet at times. See, that don't impress me either. I guess I stay away from that.

I remember when one of my old teacher/counselors told me this....

If you were not such a prodigy in art, I think you would have been a serial killer in prison!

Looking back on that, he was probably right, because I do tend to shut myself away when I do a masterpiece. Being just some high school punk-ass in the system, that could not been closer to the truth. But then again, I had to work my way through school too, to prove that I was just more then a thrash metal freak of nature with a jean jacket and a backpatch!

When I saw little cheerleader girls getting knocked up and doing their illegal substances at wild parties with the football team, I was the misfit in a middle-class town. I was the underdog who they never thought would make it with comics, because I was the absolute last one they expected. I was the one they ignored the most. I was also the one who had a tremendous amount of imagination to carry me to places I never traveled to.

Boy, did I ever prove those little punk bastards wrong in the long run! So be it!

When the so-called popularity contests in high school died out, I went onward beyond that scope. I saw a better place for myself, in the cheapo field of comics. When the former members of drill team dropped out of high school to have 6 left-over children, I went to art school to learn the artistic secrets of then and now.

Sure enough, I have that Associates Degree of Commercial Art and Industrial Design to my namesake. Whether I wanted it or not certain days, it was a really difficult and stressful degree to get. What do some of these people have now that never even got a GED? Misguided offspring with hyperactive fits of rage? Alcoholism and plagues with heavy drug problems in the background? Screw that, my creative mind is much more orderly then that!

Some of those loser bastards don't even know how use the internet! But dammit, do they know how to abuse being drunk every other night! They know how to be uneducated trailer trash with no future or background in education. It is sad, really, but sometimes you do write your own scripts in life.

I don't know, I always thought humility played a big part into getting noticed. I should know, I had every possible rejection letter and letdown you could imagine by certain comic companies in the 90s. Including Verotik, Boneyard and even Image. But somehow, I overcame that obstacle and stayed true to myself. I even had to stop doing album covers for metal bands just to get that raw creative freedom I only get with doing the comics stuff that I am doing.

But right now, it is a totally different story with my art! I am well on my way to surpass being in 30 comics before the end of the year of 2008! I am working on it....

(Keep in mind this, that they considered me a has-been artist at the age of 25! What a difference 8 years can make!)

I remember a comic show when I saw one of my old Lee's Summit High School alumni. He said to me this very thing.....

Wow, I cant believe you had done 25+ comic projects with both Radio and Antarctic! You amazing and always have a driving desire to draw and write!!! That is not me now. I had a kid and lead a yuppy drab lifestyle with my lady and kid! I went to school with the greats like Jim Mawfood and Mike Huddleston.....now I can say your in that league as well!

Then all of the sudden, he walked away for me out the door! He was so ashamed and embarrassed that he was one of the ones who picked on me in high school. He just could not believe I was sitting there at Mo-Kan Comics Conspiracy 2007 with Michael Golden in the room. As far as I remember, he didn't even buy a comic book from me at all. (That Jason R., what is he doing nowadays? LOL!)

But then again, I always thought I was a better quality artist then Kelley Seda in the KC art scene, who had ties with Mawfood and Huddleston. I don't know, her art is just too artsy-fartsy nouveau for my tastes...her stuff was way too off-beat for me. I always thought that Mike Huddleston and Jim Mawfood were a testament to the Kansas City art scene here, and quite a bit better.

(Even though Huddleston moved to Chicago and Mawfood went to LA, I could very well be one of the few holding the comic forts up in Kansas City.)

My art comes a different part of the psyche then all of those other artists and writers. And that is alright by me! Cause you see, I have no intention of being a Jim Lee or Rob Liefeld clone. I could be the better person for that.

I do try to mix it up with stuff that I am doing in art. To me, that is just good diversity at it should be.

I don't really want to be quite like anybody else in comics, all I want to be is myself. With my original approach to storytelling. That is all I ever strive to be, in the first place.

Sometimes, when your striving to be the best that you can be, it can be lonely at the top of your game. Like that song from Iron Maiden: The Loneliness Of The Long Distance Runner. Some days, it can be like that. Being alone with your thoughts and visions from post-traumatic stress disorder, but then, creating out of all of that.

But then again, this is why I am here. To achieve and to go about it in my own, distinct way. And if they don't like it, then it never mattered anyway.

That is what art and comics are to me....this document into my own life, in that time or place.

Hell yeah, white honkys!

Oh yes, and if you so desire to bug your comic stores about my future comics projects....here is a list of them in no particular order that I will be in! There may even be more then this....but you can always get back issues as well, if need be. Look out for these comics....

Pirates Vs Ninjas Annual 1: Antarctic Press

Hit The Beach 14: Radio Comix

Ninja High School Yearbook 2008: Antarctic Press

Gold Digger Annual 14: Antarctic Press

Gold Digger Swimsuit 16: Antarctic Press

Furrlough ???: Radio Comix

Genus ???: Radio Comix

Just keep your eyes peeled for my stuff! Hound your local comic stores for Radio Comix and Antarctic Press releases and put them on your pull list!

(Or just search for them somewhere online, and order them on www.radiocomixstore.com or anywhere online...us indie dudes are way more awesome and always need the support!)

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Also: I will be included in some way or form into doing a signing, as part of Lawless Comics at Mo-Kan Comics Conspiracy on September 20-21:2008. (My friend on Troost who specializes in indie comic books in Kansas City is helping me.)

This is one of the better known shows in/around the Kansas City area. (That means I will be getting some table space and helping out with the Lawless Times thing like last year! Along with a crappy dealer's badge on hand, if nobody decided to kick me out like they did many years ago! Ha ha, pray that don't happen to me again. I just want to plug some comix dude!)

Yes, I will be there with Furrloughs and Gold Digger Specials at the ready. Representing Radio Comix and Antarctic Press like I so often do! This will be my 7^th comic book show if everything goes according to plan....

So if you feel like you have the gas tanked up in your car and want to meet me, Stan Sakai (Usagi Yojimbo and an old Furrlough Cover!) and Sergio Aragones (Groo and Mad Magazine!) in the same room...this could be your chance!

Just visit www.mokancomics.com for more information, if your in the Kansas City area for where it is! This one should be a total blast, like it was last year!

(If you are looking for me. Look for the dude wearing a death metal t-shirt, ugly long red hair and serial killer glasses!)

Thank you so very much for your continual support!