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[Mar. 4th, 2008|06:53 pm] |
I've been drawing a ton of comics lately. Mostly single page stories. I mixed them up with some older stuff (dating as far back as high school) and some single page illustrations. They're in a fifty-two page PDF. Gimme your email if your interested in checking it out.
nate.mcdonough@gmail.com |
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| Acetylcholine |
[Mar. 2nd, 2008|05:04 pm] |
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I live in constant fear of losing my mind, my senses diminishing into non-existence and pink eye. |
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| Great Antediluvian Portals |
[Feb. 25th, 2008|03:36 pm] |
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I felt wonderful while out running yesterday until I realized hadn't slept the night before. |
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| Katie and I saw a Yeti walking down Warrington |
[Feb. 22nd, 2008|01:55 am] |
I've been hearing those pundits say that McCain wont win because he's progressive on rights for immigrants and I really didn't believe it until today when a man walked into Rite Aid wearing a hat that read:
"This Is America
Speak English"
I suppose if we live in a world where such a hat doesn't even get a second glance from most than the McCain really doesn't stand a chance. Which is for the best I suppose, not because of his stance on immigration mind you, but his position on just about everything else.
i r now paullitiks bloger!! |
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| Shit in the flamingo |
[Feb. 6th, 2008|09:16 am] |
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| | Heavenly States - My Friends | ] |
Yesterday I worked six hours, ran five miles, cooked a fine mexican dish, watched Robocop, walked down the mountain, suffered four hours of Design and Technology, walked up the mountain in flip-flops while it poured down rain and made some surprisingly edible oatmeal biscuits. My roommates were watching Totally Awesome. What a solid stinking piece of shit.
Having done all this made me feel proud.
While at work I mopped the store and felt nauseous and sick after having completed the front, back and all nineteen aisles. I recognized the scent of stomach bile and realized that the last time the mop had been used it was to clean up vomit. It was superficially clean but otherwise that thing was saturated with vomit smell. I had just spent two hours applying a thin veneer of vomit stink to the entire store.
Having done this made me feel like an idiot. |
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| I'm finished! |
[Jan. 21st, 2008|01:55 am] |
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Do whatever has to be done to see There Will Be Blood |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 19th, 2008|10:37 am] |
Five Year Plan: Graduate, Join a prestigious design firm and hopefully, optimistically, maybe get promoted to massive anthropomorphic tuxedoed rooster.
Just got a letter from my friend in prison. Apparently BIC's go for twenty bucks and you can get throw in solitary for making a hacky-sack or growing your hair out.
The ice-skate wound on my leg is nearly pussed out and so very close to finally being healed.
Today I'm off from school and work. Plan: go down to Subway and get the free sub hookup from Katie Gould. draw comics for a few hours, read, go down to Woo Plaza and finish my jug of Carlo Rossi. |
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| You've done nothing wrong. |
[Jan. 17th, 2008|08:51 pm] |
Today I broke up with my girlfriend.
I approached her as calmly, lucidly, politely and optimistically as I possibly could about leaving her. Despite this and despite having been with her for only two weeks she broke down and cried for hours. I did my best to comfort her, I really did. I started to feel a nauseating pain welling up with in and started to wonder if I'd done the right thing. I was sure that I wanted to end it, despite the fact that she had done so very little to provoke me to leave her.
It would be a few hours before I would realize that never in my life had I made anyone feel even remotely as powerfully and overwhelmingly miserable as I made her feel today.
I remember when all I used to do on this lj in high school was whine about girls.
I am a coward and a fool. |
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| (no subject) |
[Dec. 13th, 2007|03:55 pm] |
I sat beneath the cannon
kiddy-corner to the cathedral of learning
spires shooting up into the sky in all directions
the rain trickled down
making tiger stripes on the bottom of the barrel
and dripping into my book
in the distance I could see a girl
shrouded in rain and obscured by an umbrella
I could not tell if she was coming or going |
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| It only costs twenty-five cents to wake up in the morning |
[Dec. 10th, 2007|06:38 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Stark Reality - 30 Days Hath September | ] |
I walked into Macy's after Digital Illustration to evade the rain knowing there was no way I'd be looked upon as anything but a thief by those working there. I smirked at tables of neatly arranged hundred dollar ties in the basement. I ran into Max on Smithfield. We went to Zorba's for lunch. There was a rock in my french fries that I bit into that gave me a motherfucker of a toothache. I didn't complain. I've worked in food too long I suppose. I read a little from Spoon River anthology before work where I got lectured for rolling up faux-blunts last night and putting them in the mouths of bears, snowmen and Santa Clause and periodically lighting them.
I watched Eillen in inexplicable amazement as she blew flecks of white styrofoam from the ceramic nativity statuette she was about to buy. |
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| Load Blown |
[Dec. 5th, 2007|09:37 pm] |
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| | Gris Gris - Pick Up Your Raygun | ] |
Thanksgiving was days of driving while shaking myself from the clutches of pneumonia and wandering the frigid beaches of North Carolina in awe of the impossible amount of sand, water and wind putting away beers and putting down plans for the next month. December thus far has been finishing all the books I've began, drawing a little more than I usually do, chasing the kids in my yard about and pummeling them with snow balls when I come home from work and drinking in cold basements with my ever familiar little coterie. I went camping over the weekend and slept on a hillside huddled up under a tarp as the rain washed the dead leaves away and struck out the meager fire we coaxed from twigs and dead wood.
I've felt magic and melancholy in my day to day routine more powerfully than ever. I feel it's time to do some things I've allowed to linger for years. Publish my own comic, visit Wisconsin...I'd like to get these two going before the end of the year, but time will tell.
School has become peripheral for me, I'm too lazy to drop out. Does that make any sense?
Maybe tomorrow honey
Some place down the line
I’ll wake up older
So much older mama
I’ll wake up older
And I’ll just stop all my trying |
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| What would be the most practical thing to do at this moment? |
[Nov. 10th, 2007|11:57 am] |
| [ | music |
| | Company Flow - Last Good Sleep | ] |
I was halfway up the mountain, coming home from class, when I saw a pair of deer. We watched each other, them filled with terror, me catching my breath, and after a few minutes I turned and made it back to the house.
It was nearly dark outside when I stepped in through the door. There was a man in the chair beside the door who I did not recognize. His teeth were an absolute goddamn mess. This much was easy to gather because the man was certainly guilty of being a mouthbreather. "WHAT UP CUZ?" boomed from the other end of the room. There sat Yancy. To be perfectly frank, he was an absolute fucking monster. Towering over my three roommates at around seven feet and nearly three hundred pounds, he strided toward me and warmly introduced himself. Indicating the mouth breather with his hand, he told me, "This is Jason."
Yancy - Former German Basketball player. Became severely injured and met up with R. Kelly and has been on the road with him ever since. Wears a twenty thousand dollar watch and casually gambles thousand upon thousands at a time on games with his overseas accounts. So it's legit yo. Has commisioned me and Andy to draw and paint a picture of him and Usher, both of them falling over drunk. It's times like this that I long for a scanner. To give you an idea of how cool Yancy is: Anyone else in the world who would ask me to draw a pic of Usher and him would get nothing but my spite and a torn up picture handed back to them, but Yancy...well we like him better than Jason.
Jason - Says he's a pro boxer - bullshit. Says he can drink 30 beers in an hour - yeah bullshit. I bet him a hundred he couldn't. Yancy bet him a thousand. "Money talks, bullshit walks motherfucker," Yancy prodded him repeatedly. Jason has been MIA ever since he mad the bet and I'd say never seeing him again is worth at least a hundred to me. The case still waits.
Yancy returned later that night with a handle of White Diamond, which went down like bleach so I suppose the "white" is fitting.
I awoke in a room I vaguely recognized due to be in front of a cash register in twenty minutes, so I ran home, got dressed and drove to work, bleary eyed with bad liquor and little sleep. My boss: minister, manager and novelist, gave me the manuscript about how he struggled with crack addiction for ten years. I gratefully accepted. The day was spent taking generous breaks, searching the aisles for my lost cellphone, stealing drinks and helping a little old lady find the right birthday card for her friend over the course of a half hour.
"Do you like working here?"
High on negligence, I replied to her:
"Yes, very much so." |
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| Taco Bell One Beer Hell Two Times Terror Tuesday |
[Oct. 25th, 2007|12:08 pm] |
| [ | music |
| | Company Flow - Population Conrol | ] |
Nate: I've been sleeping terribly lately, lots of tossing and turning...
Andy: (interrupting) I've been sleeping like a baby.
Nate: Yeah well I've been sleeping like shit lately. I slept poorly all night and at about elevn this morning I heard a voice saying "Forever burning in hell," and I suddenly woke up. Is that unnatural?
Andy: (Laughs) Pff! Why the fuck are you asking me "Is that unnatural?!" (Nate laughs) You know that's unnatural.
BONUS: Three Peaches & Three Hits
Andy and I woke up early on a warm Wednesday morning and split six hits of acid. We walked down the mountain and wandered about the town having very deep (TM) conversations. After following a trail out of town to the old prison and making our way back up the mountain we poked through an abandoned hotel covered in barbed wire on the face of the mountain. We made it home after about ten hours of aimless wandering and sat down in the backyard. I had hardly eaten all day, and was very hungry (at this point I was in the middle of a raw foods diet.) I went to the fridge and grabbed the first of the three peaches I had purchased at Tom's Produce in the strip a few days prior. At this point I had never had a peach before in my life. I had had many peach flavored things and the occasional fruit cocktail with peach-ish things in it, but never an actual peach.
Is this strange?
I sat in the grass and watched the horizon line and the sky growing pink and thick with rain clouds wondering what it would be like to be a giant and I ate the first of the three peaches. It was unbelievably good! It was the most succulent piece of fruit I had ever eaten in my life, hands down. Juice was running down my face and onto my shirt even though I ate it slowly and carefully, savoring each bite. I finished the peach and went back into the house to grab the second. I returned to my position on the lawn and bit into it. It was dry and sinewy and tough. It made me sick to my stomach. I can stand to eat and drink nearly anything, but this peach was nauseating. I could not finish it. I threw the half that remained of it into the trash and returned to my station on the lawn to quietly contemplate. The problem was: the third peach remained. Perhaps it would be resplendently delicious, perhaps it would be revoltingly disgusting. The odds were perfectly even. I had no way of knowing. The thought of the third peach haunted me for days. I could not stand to be in the same house as it. Try as I might to forget it the peach remained ever with me. There was only one thing to do. On the third day of my trials I broke down and I ate it on my front porch.
It was alright. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 23rd, 2007|10:03 am] |
| [ | music |
| | John Cale - Macbeth | ] |
I was walking home from a friend's house last night when I saw a BIG spider climbing up a thread hanging from Fox's Pizza's front awning. It was slightly below eye level when I noticed it. I pulled out my phone to take a picture of it. This was no huge spider in the traditional sense. It had thick stunted legs and it's rear was round and swollen to the size of a large grape. The spider had made it about a foot above my head before I had had turned my phone on, so I gently cut it's web with my phone, imagining that I would cause it no harm and it would safely fall to the ground. An ant can fall fifty stories and survive after all. When it hit the ground it exploded and it's brown ichor splashed across the damp sidewalk. I took my picture. It looks like a small brown smudge on the screen. |
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| As luck would have it... |
[Oct. 22nd, 2007|08:02 pm] |
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| | Bigg Jus - Halogen Lanterns | ] |
I spent the other night tooling around the abndoned Torance State Mental Hospital with Kelly and a few of her friends. I was pulled over shortly after having left. I had no registration on hand, my tail lights weren't functioning, I had just made an illegal (and nearly two wheeled) u-turn in the middle of the highway and my license was still suspended. I got off with a warning. Fucking w00t. |
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| I am, am I? |
[Oct. 16th, 2007|10:12 am] |
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| | Gang of Four - Not Great Men | ] |
Well it's pointless to try and wrtie about the last year, so I wont.
I live on Mount Washington in Pittsburgh. I work at a Rite Aid. My girlfriend's name is Kelly. School bores me. |
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| Saturday the Fourteenth |
[Apr. 14th, 2007|06:35 pm] |
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| | Ponies In The Surf | ] |
First: Kurt Vonnegut, Rest In Peace man.
I'm in the middle of writing a screen play called "The Three Dreams of The Leviathan." Will probably just end up adapting it to a comic. Went on a drunken rampage last night, remember nothing. Found out I've got nine hundred bucks in a CD at Bank of America this morning. Real hyped on that. Dad might be stopping in town tonight or tommorow. We'll see. Pittsburgh is fun. In June I'll be moving into a house with my boy Andro and a couple chicks. I work at The Outback Steakhouse. Yeah I know. Ouch. I plan on swinging up round Wisconsin in June, then I've got a Bar Mitzvah and graduation to attend in Virginia.
A scary story: Boy goes to art school sleeps with two vacuous photo majors named "Sarah" goes home for spring break and talks about college with his little sister, Sarah. She tells him she wants to be a photo major once out of Highschool. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 1st, 2007|06:55 am] |
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Drank three King Cobras, just drove back from Toledo. Bye. |
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