November Cover pic

the cover picture of one of my publications for the month of nov.

Conversation with Ceiling 001

Topic: Why Batman is the greatest superhero on the superhero circuit.

I had come back from the theaters after watching batman begins. I can safely say that it was ‘the’ best batman flick. The George Clooney one just made me wanna throw bowling balls in the sky and try to get my head under it as it came down…

So anyways, as most humans do for about for about 2-3 seconds everynight, I stare at the ceiling. And occasionally I talk to it. And the topic of coversation was Batman, and why he was the best crime fighter.

Firstly lets dish out who are the other crime fighters. At the top of the list comes superman. Now, superman as most of us know comes from the planet Krypton and because of his biological composition makes him impervious bullets and that sorta thing. And he can fly too. Then there’s Spiderman. This dude takes the cake. He was bit by a radioactive spider and mutated into the web-slinging hero we know today. He cant fly but he can swing like a monkey all over the place. Lets see… whose next???? Hmmm, there’s Green lantern, flash, Wonder woman, captain America, the X-men. Well, u get the gist of them…

Now that we’ve got an idea of the superheros available to us, this is the reason why Batman is the coolest. Are you ready….

Batman is human…

He doesn’t have any superpowers. He’s not a mutant of any kind. He doesn’t have any magical rings to give him power; he’s just plain human. If someone shoots batman in the face, or poisons him, he will die just like the rest of us. Another cool thing about batman is that his alter ego is cool too. Bruce Wayne is a millionaire. Very unlike Superman or Spiderman who are dicks in their alter ego lives. A nerdy reporter and a photographer. (note: Clark Kent is never around when something happens & Peter parker makes his money clickin photographes of himself as spiderman. How exciting is that?)

So, as a concept, I think that Batman/Bruce Wayne are Superheros worth idolizing. In either form they are cool.

Plus which other superhero drives around in an over flamboyant car.

Note: still a one-way conversation with my ceiling. Although I have given a philosophical outlook to a comic book character. Its not a mindless babble after all…

Blogging again...

Good day to everyone. And love going out too all of you who missed me. Apologies for being off the grid lately as things have been a little screwey in the life and times of ‘The Clint’. Sometimes all need is to stare blankly at the ceiling and… well that’s it. Stare blankly at the ceiling. And yes sometimes just talk to it. So far its been a one way conversation.

Besides my intellectual babble with my roof, I also have been reading something about the ‘Total Perspective Vortex’

Lemme Explain…

The TPV is the deadliest weapon in the universe. Forget all the weapons that you know today, or ever will in the future, this one takes the cake. If you are wondering what this does, well here it is.

‘since every piece of matter in the Universe is in some way affected by every other piece of matter in the Universe, it is in theory possible to extrapolate the whole of creation - every sun, every planet, their orbits, their composition and their economic and social history from, say, one small piece of fairy cake.

The man who invented the Total Perspective Vortex did so basically in order to annoy his wife.

Trin Tragula - for that was his name - was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher or, as his wife would have it, an idiot.

And she would nag him incessantly about the utterly inordinate amount of time he spent staring out into space, or mulling over the mechanics of safety pins, or doing spectrographic analyses of pieces of fairy cake.

"Have some sense of proportion!" she would say, sometimes as often as thirty-eight times in a single day.

And so he built the Total Perspective Vortex - just to show her.

And into one end he plugged the whole of reality as extrapolated from a piece of fairy cake, and into the other end he plugged his wife: so that when he turned it on she saw in one instant the whole infinity of creation and herself in relation to it.

To Trin Tragula's horror, the shock completely annihilated her brain; but to his satisfaction he realized that he had proved conclusively that if life is going to exist in a Universe of this size, then the one thing it cannot afford to have is a sense of proportion.’

And that my friends is whats been taking up most of my time and will till I read the whole trilogy of 5 by Douglas adams and the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy. Every page of the books are pure creative genius…

Have a read and find out for yourselfs…
And then only will you realize that having prolonged conversations with your ceiling actually makes sense.

Tomorow i plan to symphathise with my toothbrush, and how it feels like to be in my mouth twice a day.

Im not sure about the toothbrush but im sure the ceilings gonna start talking back to me...

Jack Thompson, you Dick!

not sure if anyones following the news lately but this jack thompson dude is kickin up quite a stink. visit this site http://www.stopkill.com/ before you read the rest just incase ure not following the news.

now there are a few things i dont understand.

1. howcome this only happens in america?
2. howcome im not violent playin the same violent games?
3. did the guy who scratched my car play these games? (i dont think so)
4. the colombine shooters went bowling before they went on a massacre, does bowling induce violent tendencies?
5. Does anyone of you know anyone who acts violent after playin video games?
6. can i fly a concorde after playin flight simulator? can you?
7. Would you let your kids play GTA san andreas? thats like sayin would you let ure kids watch porn?
8. again, howcome this only happens in America? the land of the free? home of the brave?

Comic 003

Fucking Bastards!

This morning started of on a rather nice note. i woke up. had a shower. shaved. set my hair the way i like it. put on my watch had a milkshake and said to myself. this is quite a decent morning. and i woke up early even so as to not go late to work which is what i do on a regular basis. (im output based. not time based).

So as i walk to my Jeep(which i bought recently, i see that something is rather different with the paint job. Some FUCKING BASTARD had slashed his key all around MY fucking Car. and not even the kewl scratches, its one of those vengance filled scratches. they were on all 4 doors and to the back even.

Theres a certain amount of heartbreak that comes along when a mans vehicle has been molested like this. These FUCKING BASTARDS who did this are no less than an rapist. dont they fucking know that a mans car is closer to him than his own wife!

the sadness that comes alone with this kinda vandalism scars a man for life. along with my car these FUCKING BASTARDS have scarred me too...

as if things werent already goin badly enough...

when the shit rains... it fucking stinks while it pours.

FUCKING BASTARDS!!!

Wolves

Have you ever seen that cartoon or heard the story ‘the Jungle Book’ in which Mowgli the small little baby was taken in by a pack of wolves. Everyone saw that the wolves were really cool and took care of Mowgli, and he grows up to be one of the family.

Here’s my take on the story. It’s absolute bullshit! Who the fuck heard of wolves taking in young human kids? Now for all those people reading this who think that I don’t have a grip on reality and think that it’s only a cartoon… well YOU are wrong!!!

What im talking about is the grander meaning of family. All families are wolf packs protecting their own. The minute an outsider tries to enter their world they turn into hungry flesh eating canines only out for the kill. And trust me all logic and sense gets thrown out the window.

For 20 years I lived away from my so called wolf pack. I too am a wolf just like them, I bear the same gene pool, and have the same color fur. But I am not one of them. In order to be one of the packs you have to grow up with them. No wolf will be accepted within the circle, if accepted, it’ll be only on the grounds of the fact that they have the same blood lines. But great care has to be taken to just be the visitor, the observer, the minimal provider.

I am a wolf; I live in my wolf pack. But I know not to mess with my pack. Wolves always hunt in numbers. I don’t stand a chance.

I used to love the jungle book…
The key words being “used to love”

Only in Qatar

This is one of the few reasons people need camera phones. theres something funny about watchin 2 camels chillin at the back of a pickup truck wondering where the fuck they are headed to...

my dark side... 

Twilight

I generally write down or illustrate what I dream the night before. Theres just soo much going on in a persons mind when they dream it’s just a waste to forget. So anyways last nights dream was one of the good ones.

Here’s how it played out. (in the dream that is)

Its about 4:30 in the morning and my dad knocks on my room door. (for all who don’t know me, I live in a villa and and my room is outside the main house, Kinda like the security guards quarters, only its much bigger and im no security guard). So anyways I wake up and I do the cocaine shuffle to the door. My dad says “clint have u seen snoopy? (my dog). Because hes not in the house” I said “ ya I think hes under my bed”.

After that I just shut the door and head back to bed. And as soon as I put my head on my pillow I remembered what I seen outside the door. I went back to the door. It was dark at 4:30 in the morning. But everything was bright like it was day. It was like the day but only it was night. I could see the stars and the moon but I could see the sun coming with its blue skies right besides it. There was no twilight it was direct transition from night to day. If I looked to the right I could see every star the sky had to offer. If I looked to the left I would see the sun in all its glory slowly engulfing the night away. It was a kind of beauty I’ve never seen in my life. And when you dream you never know that your are dreaming so everything seems real.

I hurried to find my camera, which I keep ready for these kinds of momentous occasions. And started to look through the viewfinder to get the exact transition. The exact angle at which the bright blue cut the dark of space. Suddenly the lens of my camera became this big telephoto lens for some reason. I looked through it and it seemed like I was looking tru hubbles space telescope. I could see galaxies and stars far far away in colors I honestly cant describe. People say they don’t dream in color. For some reason I do dream in color. Or at least I think I do. But im quite sure I seen some yellow stars with green storm clouds. It was wicked awesome.

From the back I heard my dog bark, as I turned around in my dream my eyes opened to the harsh reality of my dog barking outside my door with the bright yellow sunlight of this desert country gleaming in my face.

Boy, was it a good dream…

Comic 002

Comic 001

The First in the series of my very own comic strip.
Inspired by the masses of walking talking imbiciles i meet on a regular basis.
i give you DEAD FISH.

Quote

The Quote that disturbed and inspired me a long time ago...
And prevelent in my day to day life.


"The true sign on intelligence is not knowledge, but imagination."


Albert Einstien.

The 535 yamaha virago. one of the twin V's... & its MINE!!!! eeahhha ha ha!!!