(258) Requiem For a Dream

(258) Windstruck

Silver Bullet Western (Chapter One)

There was a shrieking coming from the other room. Alexander woke with a start. His hand had already snatched up his modified six shooter and he had his finger on the trigger ready.
"Its alright you bloke!" A voice called from the other room. The shrieking subsided. "I just 'ad tea on and forgot about it."
"Bollucks!" Alexander let himself fall back onto his bed. He let out a sigh. "Rufus, do you any idea 'ow close I came to-"
"Wha!? Shootin' me 'ead off?" Rufus let out a chuckle. "It wouldn't be the first time, mate."
"Yeah?" Alexander shouted.
"That's what I said, ain't it?"Rufus came into the front room.
Alexander had a two room apartment. The front room and the office. The front room was where he had his bed and the office was more of a kitchen/dinning room area.
"You know, Rufus. You sure are a pain in my arse."
"Come come, drink ya' tea."
Alexander took a sip.
"Oh! Its god awful!" He nearly dropped the cup. "Are you tryin' to poison me, Rufus?"
"Stop being such a bastard and drink it. It'll get some color back into your cheeks."
"I don't need color, Rufus, I need sleep."
"Right, and I need a arse-hole on me elbow." Rufus replied. "Just drink it, we have a meetin' a Parliament."
"Wha? Why?" Alexander said.
"Well, why do you think?"
"Werewolves!" Alexander fell back on to his bed.

"Werewolves is correct Mr. Rochester." A member of Parliament addressed Alexander. "We have under several accounts that you are said to be the greatest exterminator of their kind, yes?"
"Well, yes." Alexander mumbled.
"Then we'll see to it that you're on the next air ship to the states. Those Yankees are having a bit of an issue with these 'pests' and thought best to send for you and your companion's assistance."
"Thank you." Alexander and Rufus left.

"You sure are charismatic, Alex. You should be a stage performer!" Rufus laughed at this.
"Ha ha bloody ha, Rufus!" Alexander was pouting and started to walk down an alley.
"Aw, what's wrong, mate?" Rufus chased after him.
"I told you last fall I was done with werewolves!"
"But that was over a year ago, Alex! You can't live off your name and the medals you won in your teens for the rest of your life!"
"Why not? At least when I was competing I wasn't in constant danger of shape shifting lycanthropes!" Alexander saw a paper boy.
"Two shillings, sir!" He called out.
"For a paper!?" Alexander stuffed his hand in his pocket and tossed some coins on the floor. "Here you little bastard, buy a pint."
"Alex! Why resist? We can do this, mate!" Rufus was next to Alexander at this point. "They say that America is the land of opportunity! I hear that they already have automobiles that run entirely from electricity! Wouldn't that be a marvel to see? No steam pipes just pure electricity!"
"Rufus, you were one of the pioneers of steam technology at Uni and now you want to abandon your foundations for what- parlor tricks?" Alexander showed Rufus the headline. "Telsa powers entire Colorado town, do you buy that for one second?"
"Well, how far is Colorado from where we're goin'?" Rufus asked.
"I can't imagine too far."
"So you're alright with going?"
"I've already agreed to it, Rufus! I'm just letting you know exactly how much I dislike the whole idea." Alexander tucked the paper under his arm and waved for a steam-carriage.
"When do we leave, Rufus?"
"We first have to meet with the Yankee representatives."
"Then let's get to it, the sooner we get to...where exactly are we supposed to go once we're in the states?"
"New Mexico I believe."
"This might not be an entire waste of our lives." A steam-carriage stopped in front of them.
"Why is 'at?"
"If its anything like Old Mexico you'll be in for a treat: Cheap drinks, young ladies and something known as a Donkey Show."
"What could that be, I wonder?" Rufus' naivety is probably the second thing Alexander liked most about him. The first was, of course his mastery in all things steam powered.
"Rufus, my oldest mate." Alexander took a step inside the steam-carriage. "If we end up in place with a Donkey Show I'll buy you one." Rufus liked the sound of that even if he had no idea what a Donkey Show was.
"Where to, sirs?" The coach asked.
"The air field, thank you."
"Rufus, I thought we were meeting someone first."
"We are, Alex. They're at air field. On an air ship."
"But I haven't packed any of my stuffs!" Alexander exclaimed.
"No need, the Yankees have arranged for all our belongings to meet us in New Mexico."
"Rufus."
"Yes."
"I hate you, sometimes."
"Love you too, Alex."
Then the coach of the steam-carriage said under his breath.
"What a bunch of puffs."

-Sir Jestro

(257) Catfish

Eyes Swollen Shut (Chapter Two)

"So let me get this straight, you don't like getting free coffee or bacon or eggs?" Edwardo asks me.
"But see, they weren't free." I reply.
Edwardo and I both worked at a chic little coffee shop downtown. All the hipsters drank here until the non-hipsters drank here, then they stopped. But then they always came back with a snide, "Well, we drank here first, 'Hey, Randy'." They'd say to me.
"But you said it was free."
"Free in the sense that I didn't have to pay...but see not free in the fact that-"
"That they humiliated you?" Edwardo was wiping down the tables with a damp towel, and I was opening the cash register. "Get over yourself, bro."
"Dude, you don't understand."
"I understand just fine, you're all butt-hurt that your family call you out on the the shit you hate about yourself, and you feel like their charity is a way to make you look bad and themselves look better." Edwardo was kind of a dick like that.
"But why would they even do that?"
"Because that's what al people do." He stopped and looked at me. "Do you know how much shit I got from my family when I had my kid? A fuck-ton."
"But everyone in your family had kids young."
"Yeah, but I wasn't supposed to. I was supposed to be the first to go to college and the first to get my PhD, all that crap."
"But you didn't."
"No, I didn't. I had a kid, but you know what..."
There was a long pause.
"Are you going to ask 'what?'?"
"Okay, what?" I ask.
"I love my daughter, she's my world!"
"Okay...?"
"And if I had gone to school right outta college and hadn't gotten Eilleen prego I wouldn't have my baby, girl."
"That's really inspiring, Eddy." I say. This is the point where I walk to the front door and unlock it.
"Dude, don't be an ass, I'm trying to tell you to look at the positive."
"Yeah, I get what you're trying to say but that doesn't excuse all the hardness from the family."
"You have a point. My family WAS pretty P.O'd when I told them I got her pregnant."
"That's what I'm saying! I know that eventually things will be fine, but right now I'm stuck in that bullshitty stage."
"So then you should just embrace all the free food! Just rub it in their faces!" Edwardo's grinning from ear to ear now. "Egg all in your sister's face, Ha! That'd be great!"
"My problem isn't the free stuff, don't get me wrong...I love free stuff! Its the fact that they have to make me feel so shitty and put on these fake faces in front of other people and each other-"
"That's just how people are, bro. Don't get so worked up over it."
"How can I not!?" Hipsters start walking in now. Edwardo and I work for a little bit. But during out down time.
"So I have an idea; you told me once that your your like to brag about all the things they've done in their lives." He says.
"Yeah?"
"Well, why not get a second job?" I roll my eyes.
"No, hear me out, dude. My dad used to give me the same shit, so I just got another job gigging once or twice a week. Ever since then I can always get the baby new clothes whenever she needs them or I can take her to Disneyland without breaking the bank. Any parent knows how hard that is and every one of them can empathize."
"But I don't have any kids."
"Which is exactly why you could use all that money to put on a face."
"What?" I'm confused at this point.
"You just said a few hours ago that they put on faces around other people, well think of this as you putting on a face around them."
"Dude..."
"What!? People do that online all the time, except you wouldn't be some trolling catfish or anything." Edwardo is getting really ecstatic about his idea.
"I dunno."
"Come on, Brad. Just get some graveyard shift at...I dunno, some office building cleaning or something. Then buy some car and get nice clothes and a girlfriend. That'd be a slap in the face to your whole family. You could be like, 'Yeah, I like to spoil myself since, you know, I never had kids or anything.' That shit would be epic!"
"We'll see." Edwardo knows that right after work I'm going to check the classifieds. So what if he's right?
-Sir Jestro

(256) Marathon

Sux!

So I've been on break from school for about a week and a half and about five days from work. I should already be done with Trapped as far as storyboards/roughs go, but I'm just too damn lazy. No, that's not entirely correct.
I guess the easiest way to explain the feeling I'm having is to generalize. I have no fans and this blog is just me talking to myself and has become a sickening affirmation of the fact that I have no life.
I can't act too surprised, I'm not good at PR and my stories never get finished.
If I had fans pestering me would I have finished Trapped? Probably. But I don't want to make excuses. I hate that story and wish I could just move on to a different one, but that's the problem; which one?
My art isn't where I want it to be for Gyrochan: Giant Robot or SFG.
Marionette's Maze isn't finished.
Eyes Swollen Shut is nowhere near completion.
None of my other stories, shorts included are jumping out at me as something I'd want to devote months of my life to.
I think I just need to suck it up and finish Trapped, for better or for worse.
Maybe Twitter will help get some foot traffic on this site again.
Comments welcome.
-Sir Jestro

(255) We Are the Strange

(254) Being John Malkovich

(253) The Old Dark House

(252) Scandal Makers

(251) Dracula 3: Legacy

(250) Dracula 2: Ascension

(249) Dracula 2000

(248) Don't Be a Menace to South Central while drinking your Juice in the Hood

(247) I Love You Phillip Morris

(246) Cube Zero

(245) Cube 2: Hypercube

About to watch (244) David Fincher's The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo with @estetrance #ujellybro?

(243) Sympathy for Lady Vengeance

(242) Old Boy

(241) Sympathy for Mr. Vengeance

(240) Shaft in Africa

(239) Berry Gordy's The Last Dragon

(238) All Good Things

(237) Hesher

(236) Wrecked

(235) The Strangers

(234) The Greatest

(233) Mega Piranha

(232) Ali

(231) Un Chien Andalou

(230) The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Eyes Swollen Shut (Chapter One)

and it was fucking cold. I'm talking freezing. Well, maybe not as cold as it gets in other parts of the world but here, where it never gets below eighty degrees, it was pretty fucking cold. That pretentious Catholic school I walk by to get to the bus, their marquee said it was 44 degrees outside. I was like, "Aw, HELL nah!" But I just kept my arms folded and my chin pressed against the top of my sternum.
It was only seven-thirty in the am and I was early. This was the kind of thing we did, even though I hated it. Absolutely despised it these past few years, but what can you do? You bite your lip and you try to just sit there and go through the motions because family is always there when you need them. Although, it becomes apparent just how they decide what is and what isn't important.
I knew what was coming, it was going to be the same as it has been these past few years, ever since I graduated from college and did nothing, not a god damned thing, with my degree. Don't ask why, because you don't care, you've made up your mind about me just like the people in my family have, and they make damn sure I know just how they feel.
So as I walk up to the diner, my hands closed so tightly that my knuckles are bone white, I'm not the first one there even though I'm twenty minutes early. My dad is sitting at a table near the front, he waves me over to him. I walk straight passed the old woman with the intense fuchsia eye shadow, she tries to ask me how many people there'll be in my party, but she bites her tongue as I rudely walk to the table my father is sitting at.
"Sit down, son." He motions to a seat next to him. "I ordered you coffee. You like coffee, right?"
"Yup." I say awkwardly.
"What?"
"Nothing, its just," I take my jacket off, this diner is burning up. My fingers feel like they're going to fall off from the drastic change in temperature. "I've been drinking coffee since high school."
"I started after I had you. I had to get up at three am just to get to work on time." He brings his cup to his lips. "Sometimes this would be the only thing keeping my eyes open." He slurps some coffee down. "Now every gas station has two a dollar energy drinks."
"...So where's Alice?" I ask.
"Probably just leaving the house."
"Why didn't she just ride with you? She does still live with you, right?"
"Yeah, son. Hey, you can come back if you want." He says.
"Dad, you know I can't do that."
"Well, are you making enough? Alice said you had to ask your mom for rent money."
"Yeah, that was like eight months ago!" There are buttons inside of people and sometimes people like to push them. Today is going to be one of those times my buttons will be pushed.
"I never had to ask grandma and grandpa for money when I was raising the two of you."
"No, but you did move in with grandpa after you and mom split." Now this was becoming like a National Geographic show, hunter vs prey.
"I said you could move in! Didn't I just say that!?" My dad was starting to shout. That was around the same time the waitress brought me my coffee and asked my dad for a refill. He accepted.
"So did you guys need more time or...?" She asked.
"Yeah, we're still waiting for my daughter to get here and my son won't be ordering food." He didn't even look at me when he said that not directly but sometimes just putting the spotlight on someone is just like staring at them.
"Oh..." The waitress replied.
"Its true, I'm a addicted to heroin and only show up because my dad buys me coffee and gives me a few bucks to score." I'm lying to her and she can tell. She can feel the tension so she awkwardly laughs and leaves.
"Why do you need to make a scene?" My dad asks.
"I was just following your lead, although I didn't put anybody on blast."
"Hey!" My sister calls from the front door. You might be thinking that she saved the day, but not one bit. Now the number of opponents just doubled. What's that thing the kinds say online? FLM. I think that's it. Or FML or something. Whatever it is, that's how I feel right now.
"Hey, Alice. What took you so long?" I ask.
"I had to get gas." She says as she takes a seat.
"Why didn't you just ride with dad?"
"Because I don't like mooching off of people, like somebody I know." Yeah, that means a lot from somebody who still lives at home and doesn't pay rent or her car payment.
"Hey, what is family for, right?" I fake a laugh. My sister grabs a menu and opens it.
"What's good here?"
"The liver and onions." My dad says.
"Ew, oh my God, no!" She likes to over exaggerate. "That is fricking disgusting!"
"No, it isn't. Its just gamey." My dad replies.
"Brad, what are you getting?" She asks me. I turn my bottom lip up and shake my head.
"Nothing. I'm good with coffee."
"Dad! Why won't you buy him breakfast, we only do this once a month its the least you can do." This might sound like a nice thing but what she's really saying is, "Dad, its not Brad's fault he's twenty-eight has only a part time job working at coffee shop three days a week, has no car and no girlfriend." Yeah, my sister can be a real bitch.
"I asked dad not to buy me anything. I'm on a diet."
"A diet? Are you gay?" My sister asks.
"Alice!" My dad just got a button pushed. If you must know, my dad is homophobic and is very open about how much he dislikes them. So it would be worse than death if one of his kids happened to be gay.
"What? I'm just saying. Brad isn't a body builder so if he is on a diet he must be gay."
"Or maybe I'm just lying to you to make light of the situation?" I respond.
"See? He always does this! Acts like a complete jerk." My sister is getting pissed now. That was when the waitress walked up.
"Are you all set? Anything I can get you to drink, hun?"
"Um, yeah!" My sister puts on a fake smile and changes into her fake happy voice. "I'd like the French Toast."
"How did you want your egg?"
"Umm...my brother is going to have it so however he wants it."
The waitress looks at me.
"Over easy." I say with a cold look on my face.
"And bacon or sausage?"
"I'm a vegetarian so my brother can have those too."
"Bacon, please." This is hell and my family is here to torture me for the rest of eternity.
"And you sir?"
"Liver and onions." My dad says without looking at the menu.
"Okay, I'll bring that right up. And what did you want to drink, dear?"
"Iced tea, please." My sister's fake smile looks like it hurts her face.
I stand up.
"I need to pee."

-Sir Jestro

(229) Cache

Digital Painting

So my teacher didn't care too much for this digital painting for my poster project, so I'll just throw it out and work on something else. But here it is.

-Sir Jestro

(228) Lost Highway

(227) (500) Days of Summer

(226) Rocky

Brainstorms

This is all really new for me, the whole idea of doing it as both a story AND a comic. So here are some of my brainstorms for the story and just a few sketches (in ink) of the cover.
I'll post more as they come to me, but don't worry friends; I'll meet the Sunday deadline.

Yeah, ever since I learned how to use the scanners at my school I've been using them any chance I get. Don't worry if you can't read my handwriting, few people can. You'll soon be reading it in nice (what is this Times New Roman?) printed letters.
I'll try and do some digital stuff soon, I even sent some questions to a Korean webcomic artist for tips oh, yeah and I go to art school that could always be a way to get some help.
Be safe, I love you all.
-Sir Jestro

(225) Jawbreaker

(224) The Stepford Wives

(223) Ed Wood

(222) A Man Who Was Superman

(221) Fast & Furious

(220) The Bourne Supremacy

Scans

Here are some of the pages in my sketch book, I try to date things as I create them but as you can tell I forget sometimes. Feedback is always needed so stop being so silent everybody I'm making these for you! :)
-Sir Jestro

(219) Alien Vs. Predator

(218) The Cell

(217) The Collector

(216) Cannibal Flesh Riot!

(215) The Others

(214) Rocky Balboa

Another

So since I have some time to kill until the last shuttle from school arrives I figured I could finally work on Trapped, and so I will. I have to say, now that I finished my homework on time (even though I was rushing to get it done on time) I feel a lot better than I have for the week.
With this new found relaxation I hope something productive will happen. Maybe a short story? Wait, let's finish the things we've already started, Jestro. Okay, now I'm just talking to myself.
But wait, there's more!
I finally asked my teachers for advice for Trapped, the comic. Who would have thought that professors at an art school would have such great advice! But it makes me so angry how Steve Hampton can draw two lines and they have so much to say! So much more than my lines do, anyway. Now some people might have felt discouraged by having their skills juxtaposed to a professional's, but I'm not one of those people. I was inspired, I'll be on that level one day!
As you probably saw below, I drew a shitty rough using Photoshop on the first panel of Trapped, the comic. It was mainly just to get more practice with the Wacom tablet and to post something other than movies, which I'm three weeks behind on, don't worry--x-mas break sounds like a great time to catch up.
I do want to sleep though. It pains me to admit that but regardless of how productive my fourteen hour school day has been, I'm still hungry and exhausted. But I should really get used to this kind of lifestyle since that's what I'm told artists endure constantly.
Sometime next week I'll use one of the scanners at school and post some of my real hand drawn sketches and roughs on here. I'll be waiting for your feedback, everybody!
-Sir Jestro

Say what!?

So this is a rough sketch  for Trapped, panel one. Don't worry, I'll ink it for realz and there won't be green eyes, I'll use real ink too, not Photoshop. Give me your feedback, please!
-Sir Jestro

(213) Mr. Brooks

Wagawagawagawagawagawagawagawagawaga!

I am exhausted yet again. Blah, blah blah. I should sleep or eat more, maybe watch less movies. I should probably buy a computer so I don't have to take epic trips all over town to get to school just to go on posemaniacs.com then only draw about thirty figures and call it a day.
Its just exhausting. I really need a break, like one that's longer than a week. The end of the year can't come soon enough. Oh, yeah. Remind me to do my Image Manipulation homework tomorrow. If I wasn't so hungry I'd probably stay here for another four hours, but I'm already getting a headache so I'll just use all my energy tomorrow.
I just felt that I should put this online, so in the event of my untimely death, you all know how tired I've been. And THAT'S why I can't work on the "Trapped" comic, I'm stuck in that part of the quarter where you don't want to do a damn thing. I should be a little bit better in a few hours.
On a much lighter note, I started listening to a band called The Receiving End of Sirens, they're amazing. You should all listen to them.
-Sir Jestro

(212) Cash Back

(211) The Fighter

(210) Pandorum

(209) SLC Punk!

(208) Nacho Libre

(207) Things We Lost in the Fire

(206) Summer Wars

(205) Super

(204) The Matrix Revolutions

Yes, @sergiot0832 I did just watch (203) The Matrix Reloaded

(202) Don't Be Afraid of the Dark

(201) The Animatrix

(200) The Matrix

Here's something new

The above is an image from my brain, well a crude rendition of what's in my brain. As my painting skills increase and so do my digital crafstmanship I'll redo this image. This is the seed for a new story I want to start writing, I have little more than this image, and no its no Strangers Wearing Makeup, but the dude is a clown. Not to be creepy, but for the colors, notice how much I used the smudge tool? Anyhow, I'll post more as it unfolds, this is exciting and new everybody, hope you'll all enjoy it.
-Sir Jestro

(199) Rear Window

(198) Friday the 13th

(197) Sleepy Hollow

Oh, boy! Just need to vent right now.
Well, not even really a vent just me complaining about how tired I feel. Dude, I need to get a computer with Photoshop on it, or just spend more time at school. Maybe I should invest in RTA bus passes, the monthly ones, dig?
Anywho, I should really be doing my Photoshop homework right now, but instead I'm on remix.nin.com listening to an ambient remix of The Perfect Drug, its comforting. Yeah, this is a pretty sick remix, in a mellow ambient kind of way, which is exactly what I needd right now.
Its weird how I don't really talk to too many people from high school, I'll occasionally show my face at one of Britt's parties and I'll see all these familiar faces, people I know still live in Riverside and we all coexist every-damn-day but I don't talk to anybody. In fact, I don't really talk to anybody these days.
Another Perfect Drug remix came on, this one is less ambient but still sick as fuck.
"How sick is a fuck, Jestro?" You might be thinking.
"Listen to the song and then you'll understand. The great thing about music, is it connects on a level that doesn't need words (Think about that scene in The Matrix Revolutions where Neo is talking to those programs about love...DAYYUUUUM!, well they aren't talking about music, but the relation between words and the things they've been attached to. Mind=blown).
FUCK!
I'm full of energy because I drank a cup of coffee about forty minutes ago but I REALLY don't want to do this homework, but I'll do it because I'm paying two thousand dollars to take this class and its the mature thing to do, can you dig it?
So Carla asked me about my tattoo today, and JUST as I was going to go into the speech I had prepared in that event that it happened, I caught eyes with the janitor and had to greet her, in Spanish. Then her and her friends started laughing, so I lost my ice breaker. Fail, bro, Fail.
Meh, fuck it.
Actually, this remix isn't so good, the intro was much better than the bulk of the song.
Trapped in a Room? Yeah, I'm still trying to work on it, its just another thing in my endless list of things to do. Maybe I'll contact Este-trance and meet up with him tonight, since I don't have school until Tuesday. But I don't know! Friday afternoon I'm supposed to meet up with Helios9 and jam or write, its still undecided. But we're making some pretty beatly music, I'm actually really diggin it, I jive you not. I hope we'll get it off the ground, then I can have something to take the stress away. Wahahahaha! Stress, psh! Listen to me sounding like sucha baby. Disregard all that, friends. I'm using the band to get chicks. Hahaha, I wish!
Alright, back to business. Be safe everybody.
-Sir Jestro

(196) House of 1000 Corpses

(195) Pitch Black

Updates on "Trapped"

Okay, so I gave a copy of Trapped in a Room to my Literature professor and just got it back today, to my pleasant surprise she really liked it. She had quite a few suggestions that I never considered. One that really stood out was giving it a more ambiguous title, which I first I was kind of against but then as I read her comment further she said, ""make the reader work for it." and that really perked a response in me.
I had also given a copy to one of my coworkers from BLD and he had some good suggestions too, about different things, some of which I never even considered.
But the most important thing and the main reason I'm writing this post is because my Literature professor suggested that I submit it to a competition that's coming up. The deadline is December first which gives me a whole month to revise it. That's good because I'd want to show my professor my revisions and she how she felt about them.
So I might actually accomplish my New Year's Resolution after all. Which would be BEAST as fuck, dig?
Expect to see updates and revisions of it on here in the next few days, but it won't be too drastic of a change, so if you're expecting that you will be let down.
Alright people, let's do this!
-Sir Jestro

Earlier This Week

I'm walking down the hallway at my school, I'm in Building One heading back to the Main Building. I had just left the Student Store and had a (short) nice heart warming talk with the cute girl, Carla about The Walking Dead and was feeling pretty good, when suddenly I see my friend Calandra walking towards me. Calandra is one of those "ghetto girls", the kind that Mann and Sean Kingstong talk about.
"Hey, Ryan!" She calls out to me.
"Sup, Calandra?...Yo, my throat is just so sore..." I call back overacting that last bit, with my hand around my throat.
"Aww, why-?"
"From all that GAME I WAS SPITTIN! DAYYUUUMMM!!" I cut her off. She turns away and walks in another direction waving her arm and shouting in a loud voice,
"I am SO DONE WITH YOU!"
Then we laughed and parted ways.
This is now my life, non-fiction. Is it better than my brutal works of fiction? You decide.
-Sir Jestro

(194) Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

(193) The Orphanage

(192) Senseless

(191) Predators

(190) Empire of the Ants

(189) My Sassy Girl

(188) The Untouchables

(187) A Tale of Two Sisters

Blah ramble blah-ski

So I really need to start planning things out better. I started eating "better" by not being a glutton anymore and because of that I feel really exhausted. Or it might also be from all the bike riding I've been doing; in an attempt to save money I've decided to ride the bus only when I absolutely need to, thus my legs and back are always sore.
I had my blood taken from me yesterday, that was disgusting. Just remembering it makes my stomach tense up and my head get light.
I should also probably start taking less morning classes, the lack of sleep in junction with all my excuses above are making me cranky.
But on to the less depressing stuff.
I'm sitting in my Image Manipulation class right now, class doesn't begin until One so I'm killing time by blogging. If I weren't so caught up with Trapped I'd probably have time and now the resources to write Marionette's Maze or maybe even that Art Deco Punk story I've been thinking about. Both should be really good, worth waiting for.
I've posted a picture of a possible page layout for Trapped page One on my Twitpic, so if you guys follow me be sure to check regularly for updates. For those of you who don't, its pretty simple just go to Twitpic.com or even Twitter.com and search for me, @sirjestro Wow, I know pretty original, huh?
I broke down and bought Lights' new album, Siberia and I must say, its pretty amazing. You should all buy a copy.
That's probably enough rambling for one day. Be sure to keep an eye on Twitpic, I've got two weeks to draw seven pages, they'll just be roughs but that's still pretty awesome!

-Sir Jestro

(186) Romance & Cigarettes

Vent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111

I feel as though I need to do this.
I know, I know bitching and venting aren't things people want to read but it feels like this is the only place I can turn to.

To begin, I think my job at BLD might be in danger. A few months ago I was written up for my inventory in the snack bar being off. In other words, they accused me of stealing Rockstars and Orange Juices. I was written up and put on probation which I only recently came off of, or so it seemed. Getting one day a week is kind of an insult otherwise.
I'm beginning to feel like one of my managers is trying to set me up again. Wait, wait wait, let me rephrase. If this happens to be the same person who set me up as it was last time, I will NOT stand for it. I'm calling HR all the way. Getting fired from a job is a bad thing, but its an absurd thing if its for something you didn't do. So that's one thing that's stressing me out.

The next is school. I'm about five hours into my third quarter and I'm already tired, that might be because all I've been drinking these last two days is water and black coffee, sometimes with ice, sometimes without. Needless to say, I didn't sleep much last night but whatever I don't like sleeping all that much, which all of you reading this should know. But the stressful thing is, my time management is going to be tested weekly this quarter; for my Art History class (remember this class JUST let out and its the only one I've been to thus far) our entire quarter follows our text book to a T, but the problem with that is -- don't read, can't do homework, fail tests, retake class, waste two grand.
"So just man-up and buy the book" you might say to me. Ha! I thought of that, and during our first break I did just that. Went to my favorite website, amazon.com and found an eight dollar copy, paid a total of twelve bucks. I was feeling great. But then my instructor says something along the lines of, "You can't use any other edition than the one right here." and shows me an edition I didn't buy. So I think to myself, fuck it, I'll contact the seller and just get the correct edition. Wrong, well not entirely.
I do the first part, contact the seller, still waiting for them to reply. But I searched the correct edition and the cheapest copy was over 180 bucks. Fuck that noise, not happening.
To make matters worse, I guess, there are only two copies in the school library and our homework needs to be read (about sixty pages a week) and typed up (on word). FML, I don't own a computer.
So basically, i calmed my white ass down and concluded: just show up Fridays and Wednesday mornings, when you don't have school and even stay a few hours after school (catching the last shuttle back to Riverside) in order to use the book AND the computer.

That computer issue also bleeds over into my Image Manipulation class. That's just a fancy way of saying "Photoshop class". So I'll be in the library A LOT this quarter, but I'm going to do it, wanna know why? Because I'd rather be stressing about things my last issue relates to than stressing about jobs like BLD and Music Mike's, not to imply that I dislike these classes but you all should know by now my dream is to do something artistic. So if busting my ass for four years riding buses and shuttles to and from school and work, riding bikes to these places, staying for longer than the classes are to stay caught up, to not eating as much, means I get to reach my goals of writing, making comic, making movies, making cartoons, making music then I'll gladly do these. But vent every once in a while.

So the last thing I'm stressing about, and honestly I'm stressing very little about this, is my comic. I've decided to start with Trapped in a Room, because at this point I'm still not as confident with my drawing abilities as I am with my writing abilities, and even those can be added to. I'm stuck on the fact that the antagonist of the story are the rooms, which means I won't let myself draw shitty looking rooms. I'm thinking of doing a style kind of like a manga called Biomega, but we'll see.

Oh, and one more thing. It had to be this way, Lights' new CD Siberia just came out today and I know I shouldn't buy it, but you all should know that I want to. ARGH! The stress!

Anyway, my friends. Wish me luck.

Love,
-Sir Jestro

(185) Welcome to Dongmakgol

(184) Land of the Dead

(183) I'm a Cyborg, But That's OK

(182) Speed

(181) Zodiac

(180) Death Bell

(179) The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (1974)

(178) Desperado

Everyone, I Need Your Opinions

So I know I've been saying this for a long, long time but I really want to turn one of my short stories (One-shots) into a graphic novel, mainly because that's my dream - to be a graphic novelist, but more importantly; it'd be nice to have something tangible. If I can figure out a way to scan them online, you know I will.
So what I need from all of you is an opinion on which of my One-shots I should, by myself, turn into a comic. Don't worry, to all of you (Carrios, Stef and Adrianna) who picked one of my longer stories I'll get to that. I just don't want to be put off by the magnitude of such an endeavor. If I do a four-seven page story then I'll know that I can handle something longer. And besides it'd give me something to do at night other than falling asleep when people make plans to go get Boba (I'm sorry, Este-trance we should have just gone!).
So if you would be so kind as to leave comments on which you would want to see as a comic you'd be doing me a solid, as those with soul say.
-Sir Jestro

(177) Panic Room

(176) Cabin Fever

(175) Trucker

(174) No Country For Old Men

(173) About Schmidt

(172) Snatch

(171) Magnolia

(170) Gamer

(169) Garden State

(168) Boiler Room

(167) Red Dragon

(166) Michael

(165) Helvetica

(164) The Village Barbershop

(163) Memento

(162) In Bruges

(161) One Hour Photo

(160) The Grudge

(159) Repo Men

(158) Darkman

(157) Men in Black

(156) Sherlock Holmes

(155) Sin City

(154) Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

(153) Post Grad

(152) A Nightmare on Elm Street (2010)

(151) Ocean's Eleven

(150) The Tuxedo

(149) One Eight Seven

(148) Beavis and Butt-head Do America

(147) The Royal Tenenbaums

(146) The Brain That Wouldn't Die

(145) Bad Boys 2

(144) Face Off

(143) Machete

(142) Poltergeist

(141) Fright Night

(140) Transcendent Man

(139) Shiver (Escalofrio)

(138) They Live

(137) Pi

(136) The Rules of Attraction

(135) Drag Me To Hell

(134) His Name Was Jason: 30 Years of Friday the 13th

(133) Videodrome

(132) Nightmares in Red, White and Blue

(131) Transsiberian

(130) Fantastic Flesh: The Art of Make-Up EFX

(129) Zombiemania

(128) Watchmen

(127) Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen

(126) The Squid and the Whale

Watching (125) Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze #oldskool

About to watch (124) The Rise of the Planet of the Apes #bejelly

(123) Buried

(122) Drive Angry

About to watch (121) Crazy, Stupid Love

About to watch (120) Another Earth with @aboyineverknew7 #ujelly? #youshouldbe

About tn watch (119) Cowboys & Aliens with Esteban...who needs to get a Twitter. #twitterforesteban

(118) Genesis

(117) The Game

About to watch (116) Captain America! #epic!

(115) Fantastic Mr. Fox

(114) Black X-mas

(113) Dante's Inferno

(112) Dumb and Dumber

(111) Season of the Witch

(110) Electric Dragon 80,000V

(109) Tetsuo The Bullet Man

(108) Hobo With a Shotgun #epicwin

(107) Vanilla Sky

(106) Four Rooms

(105) Seven

(104) Reincarnation

(103) The Social Network

(102) Signs

(101) Cloverfield

(100) Scott Pilgrim vs. The World

(99) Sunshine

(98) Inception

(97) Slaughter

(96) Jennifer's Body

(95) Rubber

(94) Batman Begins

(93) Transformers 3: Dark of the Moon #jelly?

(92) Pulse (Kairo)

(91) The Baby's Room

(90) Crank 2: High Voltage

(89) Trinity and Beyond: The Atomic Bomb Movie

(88) Semi-Pro

(87) The Ring

(86) Predator

(85) Pan's Labyrinth

(84) Groundhog Day

(83) Dead Alive

Finally going to watch (82) Super 8 with Esteban.

(81) The Chumscrubber

(80) John Carpenter's Halloween

(79) Clerks

(78) The Crow

(77) Eden of the East the Movie 1: The King of Eden

(76) The Exorcist

(75) Peter Jackson's King Kong

(74) Fight Club

(73) I <3 Huckabees

(72) Kill Bill Volume Two

(71) Kill Bill Volume One

(70) The Taste of Tea

I want to turn one of my One-Shots into graphic novel format. Any suggetions?

(69) Initial D: Third Stage: The Movie

(68) Snakes on a Plane

(67) Dead Leaves Wish @carrios had been here.

(66) Ghost in the Shell 2.0

(65) Trick 'r Treat

(64) Hard Candy

(63) The Jacket

(62) The Iron Giant Probably one of my favorite films.

(61) Lars and the Real Girl

(60) I, Robot

(59) Rob Zombie's Halloween

(58) Alien

(57) District 9

(56) The Invisible

(55) A History of Violence

(54) The Imaginarium of Doctor Parnassus

(53) Cube

(52) The Departed

Word:
Lachrymose (adj). Causing tears.

(51) Eagle Eye

(50) Antichrist #wtf? That movie was #brutal

(49) I Saw the Devil #brutal Wow, what a great movie!

(48) Perfect Blue

(47) Party Monster

(46) Bart Got a Room

(45) Michael Clayton Now that was a #great movie!

(43) 2001: A Space Odyssey

(44) Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

(42) The Fifth Element #ohyeah

(41) Gremlins

(40) The Life Aquatic With Steve Zissou

(39) Letters From Iwo Jima

(39) Choke

(38) Blue Velvet

(37) Rocknrolla

(36) Tomie: Replay

About to watch (35) Fast Five #jealous?

(34) Slam

(33) Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow

(32) Dark City

(31) Awake.

(29) From Paris With Love

Hey @clar_inez about to watch (28) Insidious with your sister @aboyineverknew7 #jealous?

(26) 30 Days of Night

(25) Good Will Hunting.

(24) Futurama: The Beast with a Billion Backs

(23) The Pixar Story

(22) Van Hellsing: The London Assignment

(21) Kikujiro

(17) Last Action Hero

(16) Sabrina

(15) The Bothersom Man

(14) Mystery Team

(13) Micmacs Wow, what a good movie. Worth the wait.

(12) The Informers

(11) Kiss of the Dragon

(10) Batman: Under the Red Hood

(7) Bomb It

(6) Futurama: Into the Wild Green Yonder

(5) Twilight Zone: The Movie

About to watch (4) Limitless with @aboyineverknew7 #jealous?

(3) Black Dynamite

I changed my mind, Futureworld is too boring. I delete you!

(2) Futureworld

(1) Wristcutters: A Love Story.
Braaaains!

Today is March Twenty-Fourth, 2011 I'm giving myself one year to watch at least 365 movies.
-Sir Jestro

Episode 10: Battle of the Bands is here. Will all the preperation have paid off? Will Clark finally get laid?

Episode 9: Something important to the band goes missing. Did one of them lose it, or did someone steal it?

Episode 8: Steve-O is invited to a party by some slutty girls. Little does he know the party is a trap for he and his band mates.

Episode 7: Sean is keeping something fron the band. They set out on an adventure to find out what it is.

Episode 6: Clark gets humiliated by a member of another band and takes his frustrations out on the band.

Episode 5: Clark's Facebook girlfriend asks why his "well established" band has nothing online. Will he finally come clean?

Episode 4: With a full line-up the band faces a new problem: They don't have a band name.

Episode 3: The guys decide for the better of the band that they need more melodies, a keyboardist. To their surprise they find one, but will she join?

Episode 2: Already signed up for Battle of the Bands, Clark and Steve-O start looking for a bass player.

Episode 1: After lying to a girl to impress hes Clark is forced to either come clean or listen to his best friend and go along with the lie.

You have found me.
-Sir Jestro

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Braaaains!

I bought a pickle for a nickle way back in the twenties, when change still meant something. -Sir Jestro

I want my fellow writers to join me in writing an anthology. Help me convince them. -Sir Jestro

To all my beloved readers, 2011 will be the year I intend to publish a work of literature, any suggestions?. -Sir Jestro

To all my beloved readers, 2011 will be the year I intend to publish a work of literature, any suggestions?. -Sir Jestro