Moo! (woohoo!) Moo!

I got my free Moo cards! Yay. They rawk. And they were free. I don’t even mind that they say Moo.com on the front of them. I got a free 10-pack sample of Moo’s new business cards. (I had some mini-cards printed by them a while back.)

I’m so glad I was able to take advantage of the free samples. After I ordered mine, I went online with my brother to make some for him and the promotion was over already. Bummer for him. I think he might end up paying for an order of them seeing as how they are so awesome.

I ordered the “green” recycled cards but think I might go for the glossy, laminated ones if I end up paying for a real order of them. The black on the matte, recycled cards seem to get scuffed up easy. But I’m not complaining. Wanna see pics of them?

This is what they look like on the back:

 

Comic for my Dad.

I drew a quick comic for my dad (not my step-dad, who’s a different person). It’s kind of based on something I drew for him when I was 12. He remembers it, so I suppose it might be a private joke of sorts. But I suppose I can fill you in: The cartoon guy holding the Cup ‘o Noodles is my dad. He used to live on Cup ‘o Noodles, Power Bars, and Diet Coke. In the pic you can also see him taking his early morning jog to 7-11 to buy said Diet Coke (and a newspaper). He’d buy me a root beer. The other drawings are of Pogs, Beanie Babies, and Comic Books. My dad used to collect/sell Comic Books and Baseball Cards for a long time. He got into Pogs and Beanie Babies when the lame craze hit. It was a dark period for us. Anyways, so that’s what my one panel comic’s about. I drew it on the back of a small “Thank You” card that I have a big stack of. I’m gonna send it to him today along with some ALF Pogs that I made . . . yeah, you heard me. I said ALF Pogs! I’ll tell more about them later.

 

Blogging about blogging about blogging . . .

A few weeks ago I blogged about Joseph Cotsirilos’ Dent Comics and how it was my most awesome find of Zine Fest.  Well after that, Joseph blogged about being blogged about (thanks for mentioning SuperUseless Joseph, you’re so chock-full of radness).

For some reason I thought it would be funny to blog about Joseph blogging about being blogged about.  Heh . . . Here’s a link to Joseph Cotsirilos’ blog: http://dentcomics.livejournal.com

 

Parents read my zine! Aaaagghh!

Saturday afternoon I’m eating a bowl of Pho with my mom and she says, “I read your little book.  It’s good.”  Huh, I said, noodles sliding down my chin.  “The one with the comics.  I showed your stepdad too.”  She was referring to my zine.  Oh horror!  Nobody wants their parents to read their zine.  I didn’t write anything too revealing, but still.

She said she found it in my brother’s school folder.  I had given my 15 year-old brother 2 copies of my zine and told him not to show the parents.  I guess I didn’t really mind if my mom read it but I was worried about my stepdad reading it because he’s pretty strict with my brother and doesn’t want him going down the same punk path that I did (even though he’s “emo”).  I wrote a lot of stuff about being 15 and 16 in there.  I don’t want them to know about stuff that happened to me when I was a teenager.  Eh, at least Mom liked it.  She even volunteered to sell them at work to her coworkers.  “Uh, that’s okay, you don’t have to,” was all I said.  Hopefully my stepdad was too busy to read it through.

Oh, you know what else.  The web address to this blog is on the back cover of the zine.  They could be reading this blog right as we speak.  Yipes!

 

Smashed finger comics.

When I say I smashed my finger in the door, I don’t just mean I just shut the door on it.  It was 4:30 AM when it happened and I was mad sleepy.  I was holding myself up against the wall and didn’t realize that I had my finger in the crack/hinge area of the door (you know the part that’s screwed into the wall by hinges).  I shut the door pretty hard and got my finger stuck in the hinge.  It’s been two days now and I still can’t bend my finger.  It’s hard to grip the pencil but at least I can now.  I was working on some comics but without bending my finger I can’t really control the pencil too well . . . so I had to change directions and draw things with a lot of big round shapes, boxes, and straight lines.  Whatever I could muster with my misshapen claw.  From that, my friends, “Smashed Finger Comics” was born!  I must say though my Smashed Finger Comics is not coming out too bad (it’s set to the tune of Joy Division’s “Shadowplay” by the way):  

The following pic is of the comic I was working on before the smashy-smashy.  Hard to see ’cause it’s in pencil only:  

And for no reason at all I wanted to throw in this pic I took of my window because it looks sad to me for some reason.  The whole damn summer has looked like this pretty much.  I’m not one for hot weather but 365 days of this gray sky gets depressing as hell:

 

noooo, not my finger!

OoHhh.  I slammed my finger in the door at 4:30 AM.  It hurt so bad I thought the nail was going to fall off.  It’s got it’s own heartbeat now and I think it’s bleeding from the inside out.  After I realized the nail was intact I immediately thought How am I going to draw my comcis now???  I’m working on some comics.  I have three panels done for one story and a storyboard completely sketched out for another one.  I tried to grip a pencil with my hand but I can’t.  Oh woe.  I’m sure it’ll be just fine in a few days–but I want to draw my comics now!

 

Another Superuseless? Can it be?

I googled “superuseless” *hee hee* and found another Superuseless on blogger (http://superuseless.blogspot.com). Apparently it’s a blog about “super useless super powers.” Haha. It has some great comics to go with it too.

I signed up for blogger 2 1/2 years ago, when I first came up with the name of “SuperUseless” for a zine. I never posted a single blog until the other week . . . then realized I didn’t like blogging. I don’t know why I always had it as “super-useless.” I think I originally meant it to be 2 words. Anyways, the other Superuseless is worth checking out . . . But who is more deserving of the name . . . hmmm.  A losing battle no matter what, I suppose. Or perhaps we should join forces and become UltraUseless . . .

 

Moved.

I’ve just moved this blog from blogspot.com

i didn’t like using blogger.

 

Bad Things Happen at the Circus.

This was emailed to me today because I get a lot of spam apparently:

“Win tickets to the Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Over The Top circus spectacular. Ringling Bros. and  Barnum & Bailey presents Over The Top, a wacky and whimsical circus spectacular where Ringmaster Chuck  Wagner and clown eccentric Tom Dougherty compete for the control of a magical top hat that brings to life their  fantastical imaginations. Dogs fly, Asian elephants skip, hop, and groove and one courageous man stands eye  to eye with a pack of powerful Bengal tigers . . .”

For some reason I thought circuses weren’t around anymore. I don’t know why I thought that. Bad things happen at circuses man. I don’t need to get into the animal abuse that goes on backstage–anyone on PETA’s mailing list already knows about that. There are also the creepy clowns to contend with. A bunch of men dressed as clowns on the road together, traveling from town to town . . . pretty scary shit if you ask me.

But back to the previous caption. How do they make the dogs fly? When I read that I just thought it can’t be humane. I can hardly get my dog to stay off the couch. I can imagine how much he would hate me if I made him “fly” every night in front of a crowd. On that same note elephants weren’t made to skip and hop–they were made to stomp and stampede and break your shit if you got in their way.

Lastly, circuses always, always, always remind me of that movie Freaks from the 1930’s with the pinheads and that dude who was just a torso. “One of us! One of us!”

 

SF Zine Fest

SF Zine Fest is over. It was my first time going too. I loved it. It was great meeting and talking to everyone. I didn’t stay too long because if I did I’d spend every last penny I have and that’s the truth. I traded most of my zines that I brought with me. I thank everyone who traded with me. SuperUseless is my first zine so I really appreciate people taking the time to talk to me and trade with me. I wish there was a way that I could’ve bought a zine from each and every table there. Holding all the little folded booklets in my hands felt so nice. I like to lay them all out on the dining table and just look at them too. I’m a real sucker for self-published comics, but I forced myself to get a variety of zines. I think I got a nice mix. I’m gonna try to read them all real slow and ration them out throughout the week so I don’t finish them all too soon. Also, I didn’t notice until I got home that the toner from my cover art was rubbing off on EVERYTHING. A very big apology to you guys if the black toner from my cover rubbed off and ruined your other zines. If it did let me know and I will make it up to you somehow. Really, let me know. I think I should try screen printing my covers instead. Or, I’ve seen zines that have covers printed on trasparency film–so I can give that a try also.

 

This is how my cover looks. If you can imagine, I’m wearing the same face as the character on the cover. The sticker paper that I printed the art on is peeling off too. SuperUseless indeed.

 

These are all the zines and comics I either traded for or bought. They make me so happy

 

Joseph Cotsirilos’ Dent Comics was probably my favorite out of all the things I picked up. (www.DentComics.com)