Blaaaah, I completely fucked up this week. Having a hard time getting back into it. But it should be done sometime tomorrow. Sorry, normal service will resume (as much as service ever was normal around here), just… not right at this very moment. Sorry everybody.
Halloweenies!! Wallpaper ist here. Have a good one. I’ll see you… whenever. Dunno. Having too much fun here. Bye.
So my girlfriend arrives from Canada in a week. That’s gonna put a damper on an already soggy update schedule, lemme tell ya. She’s staying for three weeks, Halloween falling within that period, and the EN staff decided that I should at least get a Halloween update arranged, since it’s kind of a tradition. So in between prepping and drawing that, work, and tidying the bajeezus out of the ground-zero that is my house, I give you sketchy and/or chibi update for this week and next. See ya.
Two comics in the pub in such close proximity? I don’t usually like that, but Lothar was struck with punspiration and I was compelled to deliver. I’m a sucker for wordplay. And desecrating cute things.
Been a bit busy with work and family things this week, sorry. You get sketchy OpenCanvas filler. And I’m not very good at OpenCanvas, so it took longer than it would’ve in Photoshop, probably. You get it, right? Okay.
As you may have guessed, the buffer thing didn’t go so well. Need to get out of this funk… It’s such a pain in the arse lately, has been for a while, and I don’t know what to do to fix it. Bah.
So I want Ron’s man-babies? Sue me. Pity Hellboy 2 wasn’t that good; however I did see a trailer for Disaster Movie there, and people laughed at it. Who keeps buying tickets to Jason Friedberg’s and Aaron Seltzer’s movies? Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you? They’re shit. They’re not funny. I’m not even going to bother coming up with similes and metaphors to describe how shit and not funny they are, they’re just not. So why the fucking hell do people keep buying tickets to them? Why do people find them funny? Can somebody please answer this for me because I cannot explain it and I fear that if I investigate this further my already low I.Q. may fall to such a state where I become one of these mindless fucking retards who buy the tickets and the special edition DVD’s of these fucking pieces of shit.
If you like these movies please don’t breed for the sake of your mutant spawn.
Guest comic by Simon King. I love this gag, well done mate. Check out his comics!
Plus: Rantage! Virus loves contemporary pop music! Yay!
“It’s Not About You” – Scouting For Girls (TL;DR? Just scroll past, you won’t miss much, trust me)
She said it’s not about you
It’s not about you, it’s me
She said it’s not about you
It’s not about you, it’s me
And sometimes it’s good
and sometimes it’s bad
but living with you
well you’re driving me mad
and sometimes it’s good
and sometimes it’s bad
but living with you
well it’s becoming a drag
She’s a beautiful smile
she’s a gleam in your eye
dresses like a princess
playing games in your mind
falling out of her top
runs a hand through her hair
playing so hard to get
’cause she knows that you care
I don’t know how to love you more
how to love you more
how to love you more my friend
I don’t know how to love you more
how to love you more
how to love you more my…
I guess we got
I guess we got
I guess we got
nothing to say
I guess we got
I guess we got
I guess we got
It’s not about you
(don’t you go)
I guess we got
It’s not about you
(don’t you go)
I guess we got
And sometimes it’s good
and sometimes it’s bad
but living with you
well you’re driving me mad
and sometimes it’s good
and sometimes it’s bad
but living with you
well you’re making me sad
So is this how it ends
well nobody knows
she’ll be gone for a year
and we’ll see how it goes
moving out of your flat
slipping right through your hands
she’s a difficult girl
and you’re a silly young man
I don’t know how to love you more
how to love you more
how to love you more my friend
I don’t know how to love you more
how to love you more
how to love you more my…
I guess we got
I guess we got
I guess we got
nothing to say
I guess we got
I guess we got
I guess we got
It’s not about you
(don’t you go)
I guess we got
It’s not about you
(don’t you go)
I guess we got
Don’t you go
oh don’t you go
oh don’t you leave me on my own
oh don’t you go
oh don’t you go
oh don’t you leave me on my own
And sometimes it’s good
and sometimes it’s bad
but living with you
well you’re driving me mad
And sometimes it’s good
and sometimes it’s bad
but living with you
well you’re driving me…
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know how to love you but I love you so
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know how to love you but I love you so
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know how to love you but I love you so
I don’t know
I don’t know
I don’t know
I guess we got
I guess we got
I guess we got
nothing to say
I guess we got
I guess we got
I guess we got
nothing to say
I guess we got
I guess we got
I guess we got
nothing to say
I guess we got
I guess we got
I guess we got
nothing to say
I guess we got
I guess we got
I guess we got
nothing to say
I guess we got
I guess we got
I guess we got
nothing to say
I guess we got
I guess we got
I guess we got
nothing to say
I guess we got
I guess we got
I guess we got
nothing to say
(She said it’s not about you)
oh don’t you go
oh don’t you go
oh don’t you leave me on my own
(She said it’s not about you)
oh don’t you go
oh don’t you go
oh don’t you leave me on my own
(She said it’s not about you)
oh don’t you go
oh don’t you go
oh don’t you leave me on my own
(She said it’s not about you)
oh don’t you go
oh don’t you go
oh don’t you leave me on my own
(She said it’s not about you)
oh don’t you go
oh don’t you go
oh don’t you leave me on my own
~
“I guess we got nothing to say”… You’re right. Not a fucking thing.
AND YET YOU KEEP SAYING IT OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OH MY GOD KILL ME AND OVER AGAIN ANYWAY.
All their songs are like this, it’s ridiculous. You know how a song gets annoying when it’s overplayed on the radio? It gets played multiple times throughout the day, and you end up thinking, “gods, I’m sick of hearing this this song repeated so often.” Scouting For Girls manage to simulate an annoying, overplayed effect in just one listen, it’s very clever! They take two short verses, and a one-line chorus, (or like, three fuckin choruses in this case) and they make those badboys last. They wring every last drop of use out of them, and spin the whole trite, uninspired thing out for three or four minutes. Don’t want to blow all their songwriting talent all on one song, you see! It’s economical songwriting, that is. Least amount of effort, in exchange for maximum payoff.
If you compiled all the lyrics from all of their singles, you might just collect enough material to write one song. And that’s no coincidence. It’s because it’s a little known fact that they only ever wrote one song. It was called “Elvis Is So Lovely It’s Not About Your Heartbeat”. But their record label made them cut it up and release it as four different songs. That’s why they all sound exactly the fucking same and have to constantly repeat the lyrics to fill up the time! So there ya go. It’s another example of a band’s label quashing their copious talent. Ha, and all this time you thought they were just shit.
(I’m kidding, they’re just shit)
