I am writing a childrens book for grown ups

The title is still being drawn up, but it'll be something like, "The Free Lancers" or, "Dark Days, Dim Knights" I have already started the comic strip and will probably post it here soon. It's about a King Called, "GUFBIDE" (pronounced Goofbite) who is a bi pedal humanoid made from asparagus, Bananas and pineapples. I will give an excerpt from the story so far.

Gufbide is hated for being stupid and bossy, though the kingdom he rules, "TartoFropica" is none any smarter. One day Gufbide explains to his closest wizard, (who also hates gufbide, everyone does) "I am so sad BarthMagon", which was the wizards Hebrew name, the king wasn't speaking gibberish, he's not that dumb, however there were some in the kingdom of TartoFropica that were... Anyway, Barthmagon replied sarcastically but loyally, "I hate being a banana your highness but what am i supposed to do about that?" And at that moment Barthmagons body made a sort of, "POP" sound and had transformed into a twelve string guitar. Naturally the king was surprised by the event and quickly became contemplative.

So this is just the first few lines from the setup for a story that has to do with the king a little but will really focus on four Peasants who are Fed up with with their position in society which is "Class 01 digger". Their job is to dig fields and remove, repair and return any uncovered coffeemakers. After their setup they eventually become self proclaimed knights, abandon their families and travel the land...ok i seriously cant concentrate right now because right below me in the basement i can clearly hear Annie and Dustin, "Goin at it" ummm, TO BE CONTINUED!

These were taken on my first trip through downtown Portland with my new camera, Fishes in the wah was cool because i just wanted some fishy pictures but ended with eye contact from the middle brown fish, he was interested and had a mouth like a hamburger, which made me want some pasta. There is a photo of one side of my room, at least one or two hulks to found in that one, and lastly in a park downtown there was this kind of man made puddle with brick that i thought came out as a pretty interesting picture.

a quick story i remembered followed by pictures i took in CA

so I just remembered a little story or "Anecdote" from my childhood that goes as follows;

Mom gets me one of those big tin Garbage cans for my room. It had Garfield the cat on it and probably odie. I was most likely too young to realize it but there is a good chance this was the first strange gift my mother ever gave me, of course to be followed years later by the infamous digital mixer for computer DJ's and the spider-man walkie talkies with the crotch speaker. Anyway after having the garbage can for a while an 8 year old Shelley notices it in my room and throws a tremendous fit. I still cannot believe that she got so angry about me being able to throw things away in my very own room. The result of her tantrum was probably a "My little pony" garbage tin and a magic set because she used to want to be a magician.

Love is for the moment.

Here is an animation that needs a whole lotta work.

Old West Layout

Here is an Environment layout I have been working on this past week.

as promised, she was a good model too.

i looked back just now

I was just clicking through the months that i have had this blog and found some great stuff. I would just like to thank Cavanaugh for building this thing and then handing it to me, it probably would never have got done any other way. It was really interesting to look at what i had written, it was kinda like looking at your own experiences through somebody elses eyes. It was nice is what i am saying. Looking at my writing from it kinda dawned on me that i was on some sort of ultimate quest for brains. I got lost and sure i learned plenty but really i didn't find anything that wasn't already there. I have never been the smartest most brilliant scientific mind the world has known and I dont even care about becoming that way, i don't give a shit about becoming hella smart that dont work for me. It doesn't matter, all that does matter is that things are good, spacing out feels good too. Life drawing tonight, if it's a hella fyne chick i will scan the drawings and post them.

Finals time

bring it on. Work now, fun later.

Here's the story of my plane ride.

Yeah, I think i should devote a little while to writing in here when i can, posting sketches and whatever, I spent some time reading other pals blogs and they are very entertaining and help me feel a bit more connected. So Saturday night was the most fun I have had all year long. However my body is exacting its revenge by making me weak as a kitten with this lovely 2-day hangover. The plane ride this morning was terrible. About 30 minutes into the hour and twenty minute flight, I start sweating uncontrollably so i take off my coat right. Relief lasted for about 3 minutes when my insides started going bananas. I was trying to ride it out and relax but when i felt the way i did there's no hiding it. The captain had left the seatbelt sign on for longer than usual. I could hold myself no more and told the lady to my right, "Excuse me". Right that moment the seatbelt sign was turned off. I was stumbling around toward the rear bathroom, confused, i made eye contact with the crazy male stewardess and started pointing with my index finger toward parts of the plane i thought might be the bathroom. He helped me, noticing that i was very pale. I plopped down and instantly felt better, holding my head in my hands i thought how small this bathroom was and sick i felt. I soon found out that the bathroom light comes on when you lock the door but i only discovered this when a passenger opened the door on me. Thankfully i didn't get as good a look at her as she did me so I couldn't have picked her out in the plane. I really hope that I am gonna get over this shit soon cuz this sucks, all i do is sleep all day in pain.

Deadmond Tradition update.

This is for those who may be curious.

1. I still have three pairs of "pantsable" basketball shorts, one red one black and one burgundy.

2. I still wear collared shirts that i personally remove the sleeves from.

3. I still love video games but only allow myself maybe an hour a day tops, I plan to get the new Castlevania DS and most likely Fallout 3.

4. I love comics.

5. I love life more than I ever have, ever before.

6. I don't know if anyone remembers this but in high school I truly believed I could make it rain if there was any moisture in the air and my hand had at least one water drop on it. When I say I believed, i mean it, I really thought I could do it, I thought I had powers, There is nothing that says i didn't and no one who can tell me i didn't. That said, I have been working on creating new powers. If you are interested, I will tell you that me and my notebook have been working on the basics of levitation and will move on to actual flight. Now, sure this sounds banana fart spotlight, game over crazy but hey I am happy. I was driving to school and thought, "I wonder if i began levitating right now, would the car levitate as well? and if so i should probably wait to practice levitation because i don't know how to control my levitation yet and I could cause a serious mind boggling accident. The headlines on the Oregonian would appear, "Levitating grocery shopper kills three." This ran through my mind and I became startled because I could feel myself on the verge of levitation, thats when i decided it would be better to practice when not driving.

So you see, though I may be crazy and happy I am still responsible and sensible. t

Dear Mr. Diary

I have the internet now and an amazing new computer, my HP was something like six years old. I am the VERY proud owner and lover of a brand new iMac. It is a wonderful machine, So professional, so sleek, neat, tidy, sensible, warm, designed so well. Anyway I just got it so once i figure out how to use I chat or whatever I might start doing video blog entries for fun and to say hello to all my friends. Maybe even put on an entertaining show.
Within the last week and a handful of days I have been keeping a small portable notebook with me at all times, no matter where i go. I use it for everything. There are a billion things that happen during the day that are worth jotting down and remembering. I love writing down ideas and coming back to them to see if they make any sense later. I use it for everything, planner, Diary and small sketch pad. I love it, it holds everything that I let it, all the thoughts I write down in the notebook no longer sit in my mind, the notebook holds them so that I don't have to carry the mental weight anymore. I like to come up with little sayings, here's one; "Read your mind like you would read a book aloud." I like that one a lot because it is really accurate and very simple for me to understand. Knibb high Football rules.

Quick sketch assignment

hello! These are some pen drawings of famous people I did for my quick sketch class. I spent about a half hour on each drawing, here's a list of my ball players;
Johnny carson, Jack Nicholson, Bruce Mcullough, Dennis Rodman, Oprah, John travolta in a fat lady suit, Steve Mcqueen, Lauren Bacall and one other not yet famous Gentleman most of you may recognize.

Relax

100% all the time, This is the world Clint creates now.

New house

I moved out of my little Burnside cave that John, Bianca and Grant helped me move into drunk at 3 in the afternoon ( i don't think Grant was drunk though). I laugh when i remember john helping me move my mattress stumbling and tripping on things and I ask him, "You been uh...(then I make the drinky drinky gesture)" John starts laughing and says yeah. Still funny to me. Anyway now I reside at 7642 SE Flavel. The outside don't look like much but the inside has new paint, new carpet and new wood floors so It's nice. I live with my old dungeon master Larry and another friend from Montana named Jace, he goes to the fart institute as well. Some would say that the location of my house is in the, "Shitty" part of town because of how incredibly close it is to 82nd street but to them I say, "Oh it's not that bad, there are mostly families with happy mothers of ten and people who walk by at night and toss their 7-11 trash in my yard." So far though there really isn't anything terrible about living there. We have a huge yard a garage and split three ways the rent comes to 420! Only thing that bothers me is how far it is from school, looks like it's gonna be bus rides aplenty this term because i rode my bike today and it took me a little over an hour to get to school.

6th month test

So as of tomorrow I will no longer be without the nanner net (internet). I will be able to connect with humans and machines to my hearts content. It has been six months since I have had the internet available to me in private quarters. After six months of this I realized a few things.
1. I never want to go without the internet again.
2. Inferno starring Jenna Haze and Flick Shagwell gets old when it's the only porn you have to watch.
3. Even though there was no internet to distract me, productivity only went up by a few points, in fact i think productivity would have been even greater if i had the wealth of info from the net at my fingers.

These here were the parts of my two part final where we had to make an interior and exterior for a story about a house in the woods. I chose to make two establishing shots because I felt like I could use the practice.

The fellows belows

The two blue pencil drawings below were for my background design class.
The one with the heads was my own and the other is the throne room for hades from Disneys Hercules movie.

More tomorrow I am hungry now!

Hey little side note here. The comic page that appears first with the guy with the tentacle giant arm should be the last page. Tomorrow will be tons of work from my background design and layout class!

Comic book class

Well hot damnit it's been a while. I really do like the idea of keeping this thing updated with what I have been working on. When I actually have the internet available at home in a few weeks I'm sure I will be better about it.
Anyway here is my first comic ever. It has failures, mistakes and problems galore, however there are a few successes. I am not a pro and have a long ways to go. I am more pleased with the last three pages, I hate the 2nd and 3rd page more anything and the first page is just aight. I would also like to say that it's alright to laugh.

Update for the end of the term

Well hot damnit it's been a while. I really do like the idea of keeping this thing updated with what I have been working on. When I actually have the internet available at home in a few weeks I'm sure I will be better about it.
Anyway here is my first comic ever. It has failures, mistakes and problems galore, however there are a few successes. I am not a pro and have a long ways to go. I am more pleased with the last three pages, I hate the 2nd and 3rd page more anything and the first page is just aight. I would also like to say that it's alright to laugh.

The kid and girl.

Yes, for those who haven't heard yet I am seeing a woman. She is 26 and her name is Nicole. She works as a graphic artist, her eyes are brown, hair is long and black and yes, she has a two month old child. She and I get along pretty well. Life is going along pretty swimmingly these days, I don't worry and just try to relax all the time. It's a lot like camp, (for mike).
Anyway,I will See everyone who is in Chico in a few short weeks, I will be there something like the 24th of june and will be staying till the 7th.

"THE ENGINEER"

Well, here goes nothing. FInals are fucking over and dumb with (finally, hahaha) and while walking through the career posting hall here at school I noticed a little poster that said penciler wanted for a pro-project call "The Engineer". I emailed him a few pieces of work that I posted here too. I let him know that I am still learning and that I have a long way to go and I know a lot of my work is not my own original stuff but I figured why not use the opportunity for some feedback? I thanked him for the chance to show him some stuff and that I hope to hear back from him either way he chooses to go. But HOW FUCKING HEllaa cool would it be if he was like, "Yes, I am looking over your work now, and I must say I want YOU Krint Deadmond to be the full time penciler for the engineer. We will pay you a million dollars a page and give you all the beautiful women in da world!" I told him thank you and have a great summer.

I am pretty stressed but whats new?

Yes this is true, I am uneasy, becoming more frustrated with things I cannot control. ready to move out of this cursed apartment, ready to eat better. ready to balance work and fun. Almost ready to fart loudly in public, I still think it's rude but I a might just have to do it if it spells relief for me the way it usually does. Anyway here is a photoshop picture of hell I illustrated.

wolve

Just felt like doing a wolverine last night.

Steve Youngblood

I didn't start out tryin for Steve Youngblood but I don't mind the resemblance one bit.

Hulk of the day.

I spoke with john on the phone and whenever i do that it reminds me of how dumb he "Knows" the hulk to be. I thought i might as well make him say somthin silly!!

Bullet dream

I dream last night of squeezing a bullet out of a persons chest the same way a pimple is popped. Humans on Jupiter.

Friday Skedge.

Well it's friday now Deadmond. I got class in the morning, got work at 6. I work with a 20 year old pushy Christian dude named phil and a 19 year old half deaf Mexican dude named Rob. Rob is nice enough as long as he hears you, if he doesn't hear you he seems like a total dick. I still have not discovered a tone that he can hear, I have tried pitching my voice deeper and higher but it doesn't seem to matter to Rob.
I straight up don't like phil, notice i did not capitalize his name. Like i said he is very pushy, even though i have politely told him, on many occasions, "Well phil you do things your way and I do em mine." Perhaps phil has a hearing problem too cuz polite don't work. As I was leaving the store last sunday morning, I walked by him and said see ya later. He looked down and saw a price sticker on the floor and said, "Hey is that your trash?" I said i don't know dude. He says, "You scanned computers today right, yeah this is yours." I said, "Well phil, What do you want me to do about it?"
I was fuckin stone cold, phil said jokingly, "uhh, I am sending you home!" I walked away here. I worked with a guy named Justin for about 6 weeks, he was the supervisor for unloading the truck. We got along pretty well, he said i was the goofiest guy he had ever met. I thanked him. He is gone now but before he left I ran into him once more a few days later and he gave me a hug out of the blue.

Quick sketch.

Tuesday

Today was pretty long. I woke up at 9:11, took a shower and watched the Godfather. I then made me self some breakfast/lunch, it was some Thai noodles with chicken and bean sauce and one scrambled egg, it was pretty good, don't microwave it though, turns everything all hard. I then spent about five hours drawing, doing homework and listening to albums I hadn't heard yet. Almbums like, the new portishead, the newest Springsteen, panda bear. I kind of enjoyed panda bear a little but I would have to be in a certain mood to want to ever listen to it again. So like I said I was drawing all day and kept going because for once I actually had some time to just draw stuff that I wanted to. I am all caught up with school work and it was time to draw me some shirtless green skinned men. I have noticed that I like to draw people with clothes on more and more. Also women, I think this is good progress. Anyway, watched Repoman, talked to bowser on the phone for a little while. Today was the first day that I spent entirely at my tiny apartment and was actually comfortable. I usually start to crave company after a bit but today was way chill. An all around pretty decent day.

This guy pretends to work as a Baja Fresh marketing representative.

I am going to use this place as a sort of sketch book as well.

This is just a man pointing at himself, did this real quick in flash.

Respect

It's about Goddamn time I started earning some.

Clint has a boner

Ok, so it seems I can never EVER again joke about being gay because everyone so quickly wants to believe that it's true. It aint. I was eating a 7 dollar sandwich with Grant last night and he was being real quiet and looking like he was annoyed that I eat so much slower than he does and so I thought I would try and get him to talk to me. So I says, "Grant...I am gay." Grant texts robbie i think or maybe bianca, knowing that if he texted Bianca this shit would spread over the entire west coast and probably India.
Robbie calls me maybe forty seconds later and asks me seriously if this is fereal. I know he was just trying to be a friend but it seemed that he thought that if I really was trying to come out then perhaps I would be more comfortable if he were there to coax me out of the closet. So I am dropping this forever, I am not even going to answer in that native American voice, "Yezz" when someone asks, "Are you also gay?"

Fishy

These two fishies are part of a photoshop assignment. I used a couple photos taken by a man named David Shale, I drew these fish best I could and scanned them into Photoshop. Painted em up and set em free. So far this is my favorite thing I have done in PS.

An Explanation

This is technically the first post I have ever done here. I didn't really have any interest in starting my own blog. However about five months ago I was approached by Michael Cavanaugh, he offered to build me up a blog about me. I said, "well pikerz I don't really have a whole lot of interest in doing a blog though." He laid out his plan for me, said he would take care of everything, the pictures and layout and the only thing I would have to do was give him some of my thoughts. So I said, "Wellllll...sure why not, you got yourself a deal!" The posts before this one are all little stories and thoughts I sent to mike through myspace months ago. I asked Mike if he still had any interest in managing my blog and the next thing I know he sends me my login name and password and says, "Blog away brother". So I am guessing he lost a little interest over time. Thanks for getting me off the ground mike, I look forward to really expressing my self here.

four

Earth date 3/6/08

I was working hard moving boxes to their planogram location today and thought how nice it would be if there was a cooling system available for pants. It could be on a timer, every fifteen minutes or so and it would just air out and cool down the thighs, crotch and butt.

I also want to create a device that allows really fat people to get up. It would be like Links hook shot but it could latch on to pretty much anything that could support weight. I imagine the range would be twelve feet or so and the max weight would be 500 lbs. It would be made of some type super strong adhesive that doesn't leave any residue behind and removes itself without much trouble.

Here's an idea for a superhero. A dude who is cursed by his emotions and body. His name would be, "Broadcast Guy". When BG is feeling a strong emotion or urge his body changes physically . The change could affect things and people other than BG. The change is the solution (according to BG) to BG's problem. Just to note, BG is of low to normal intelligence. The unstable part of this power is that the solution is only short term. If BG were feeling overwhelmed by heat in a small room, the moment BG can take no more heat, the room explodes with ice and is completely frozen but because BG is so hot, the ice melts within a few minutes, creating a water problem withing the small room. Basically a story about a guy who trades his current problems for future ones. Of course that is just an example.

three

If I can smell it I can fart it out later.

Here is an idea for a super hero. A gay dude whose power is taste by touch. He can touch something and instantly taste it in his mouth and the skill is passive so things that he touches but might not want to taste, he tastes anyway.

Here is another one. A gay dude who has figured out how to connect with heaven and hell. The catch is that he only knows how to receive e-mails from heaven and accept phone calls from hell and when hell calls it can be from anyone, a loved one, a solicitor, or even the devil himself. Hell is loud though, full of screaming and giant chainsaws with warhammers for teeth so it can be difficult to make out what people are saying.

Here is another idea. A straight guy who can draw energy from the earth. He plunges is arm as deep as he can into the ground and depending on what type of earth, sand, water, dirt, mud, rock, plant, he will gain a different skill. However, each time he draws strength from the earth a gay dude becomes straight, the main character does not find this out until very late in the series.

two

I was cleaning out my closet this morning listening to the Turtles when I found an old burned Cd with my name written on a white label. I was really hoping it was a lost porn disc from high school but it turned out to be a mix cd someone, possibly Brennan Sellers, made for me. It might even be the very disc I still have not paid him for. He was trying to rip me off no doubt because the price was 10 dollars. Anyway here is the track list;

- numba one stunna
- Red hot chilli peppers- under the bridge
- Buck cherry -all lt up again
-cky- freestyle
- dead eye dick- mary
-Tai mai shou- freestyle
-limp bizkit- rollin
-maryln manson - sweet dreams
- Megadeath- Long live the king?
- Megadeath- hello me.
- Backstreet boys- Bye bye bye
- N sync- it's gonna be me
- P.O.D.- rock the party
-millencolin-? Wait and breathe

I am pretty certain I have the "Next Friday" soundtrack somewhere around here too.

one

I was looking in the freezer today and saw that my mom bought "Dreyers DIBS" they are tiny little pellets of ice cream coffee. I think they are called Dibs because they are so good that people will want to make them their own.
Dad and I went to the Costco today. We talked about HDTV then socks, then beef and then garage floor coverings. Were were there for about thirty minutes. We stopped at the exit to have our cart inspected by a girl my age with a cast on her arm. My dad said, "I would hate to see what happened to the other guy".
She didn't get it but gave him a courtesy laugh which I laughed at.