Forty Five: robot dee-stroy

My Reek-end

Spent with Christine Anna Nicole Zeeb was the best! As evidenced by...

This drunken mass getting condoms and animal crackers rained down upon them from the balcony.

 This giant bubble overtaking other little bubbles.

This fucking delicious plate of lobster heaven.

This ridiculousness.

Loves it.

It's official.

I despise the dentist's chair. My supposed "check up" today resulted in a 3 hour grueling process of cavity filling. Apparently dentists are not aware that keeping one's mouth wide open for two hours straight is not exactly comfortable..oh yeah, and neither is flossing with a miniature saw blade. Yeah, I saw that Dr. Asian man. Nothing is quite as comforting as seeing an assortment of bloody tools laid out as you exit the room. And to top it all off, I get stuck waiting in a room full of chatty dental assistants talking to me about who knows what, and I can't even smile, let alone speak like a functioning human being because my mouth is too damn numb! Soo they pry think I'm a bitch but hey. It's worn off a bit but my right side is still a no-go. Would you be my friends if I always smiled like this?

Forty Four: I'm tired!

Original coloring by Chelsea Metzler! It's too bad a 20 year old still doesn't know which way the letter L is directed..real shame. And also I'm confused as to how that dinosaurs back legs are situated.

More importantly..

Charles, I know you are going to make me go through every single blog when you get home and probably claim you forgot how to read on your mission so I have to read them out loud to you, so I'll just write this to future Charlie, in the knowledge that future me will be dictating it.

Charles Hatch, I MISSED YOU SO MUCH. If today was still Wednesday, November 3rd 2010, I would probably be sitting in my room looking at the picture on this page wishing we could go walk around on the train tracks and take pictures and maybe do a little painting (well, you would) and talking and laughing and drinking lemon lime Gatorade and all that good stuff. I would also probably be at the point where I'd allow you to use my mouthwash again, even though you bled all over it last time and I haven't used Listerine since. Moral of the story, time needs to go by faster.

Forty Three: grrklish

Megan's masterpiece. The new iPod mocking the elderly iPod (complete with cane and all) who apparently cannot speak English and only mumbles nonsense. I had no idea iPods could be such sassy assholes though..sucks for the nasty 3rd generation. With it's lack of album art and weird, centered headphone jack..

Life update:
Had an amazing weekend, Sarah Carday came into town, we got to join in a BBQ at the hottest club in Visalia (aka the Zeeb household), went to the fuckin' CORN MAZE, yeah, that's right, the corn maze, we got all those muthafckin checkpoints too, ah yeaaaaahhh checkpoints yeaahh, even pulled one up and hid it in the depths of the corn, screwed all those kids lookin' for number 11, watched mad Jersey Shore ah yeaahh, encountered a massive creeper in a drive through who wouldn't give us our ice cream and then proceeded to offer it up for free in exchange for Megan's phone number which she gave him willingly cause she's really into molesters that work at Foster Freeze, we watched Hocus Pocus, which is ridiculous and ends in the quote, "I'm sorry, Emily. I had to wait three hundred years for a virgin to light a candle."

Hey Megan

Maybe you should add this one to your "people sleeping" post...

Forty Two, Pt. 4: Hung Like a Horse

It looks like it says "hung like a horn" here doesn't it? Well it actually says "horse!", just to clarify. We don't want any confusion. "Hung like a horn? What's that supposed to mean? Waaa." Get it right.

So the aforementioned stargazing on a rock while camping is documented here----------------------------------------->
Christy looks like a completely different (and creepy) person, Lauren is a giddy cancer patient, Charlie's face is just made up of completely horizontal lines, Hunter is tiny, I think Victor is hiding back there in the shadows, I'm a deer in the headlights, and Megan is just a lifeless corpse we brought along and slung out on the rock next to us to take pictures with. "HAHA! Let's get a picture of us with this dead body it'll be HILARIOUS. Everyone make a weird face!" I think that's how it went.

And yeah. Victor, Steven and I did set that camera up on a timer so we could take a Garden State-y picture on the very top of Twin Peaks. And yes, we really were yelling as loud as we possibly could into the 100 mph wind. Quite exhilarating...

Forty Two, Pt. 3: Blood, Alley Cats and BJs

I thought I was in the mood to write this right now, turns out I'm not. I could, hypothetically, save this as a draft and do it later but it's too late. I already wrote all of this and deleting it would just feel weird at this point. So too bad. But I'll keep it short to save you all from a depressing post.

From a health perspective, it was probably not the best idea to cut our hands with a dull metal pen cap then rub our blood together. I'm just saying, it isn't the most sanitary thing we could have been doing. Sober or not, it was lacking in good judgement...

Little did we know when this occurred that after the scabs healed and scarred they would create a bond not unlike that of the Dark Mark. Now, I'm choosing to refrain whilst I hide in the shadows gathering my strength, but one day soon, when I regain my powers I will press my finger to this scar and summon you to appear, my loves. Yeah that changed from a creepy Harry Potter rant to a Spoon song pretty quickly.

Now class.
Then back to this desk probably.
Then sleep.
Goodbye.

Forty Two, Pt. 2: The Heather Hunch

What a perfect picture for today. Heathercliff Huckstable Hatch, you just moved on from this little California town yesterday, and already I miss you. A lot. You're like a little sister to me and I'm sad to see you go- I mean, who else is going to be down for Masarus like every day? Or for making stupid voiceovers on everything? Or for creating a talk show while cradling Gucci the dog for hours? That's right, nobody. But I know you will be having a blast up north and enjoying the cold weather which I will be extremely jealous of...so I guess it's ok. As long as you come visit every so often.

Also, according to this page, Lauren's a rapist.

"NOT TRUE!"

"We'll see about that later..."

Do you want to know what happened later? Lauren raped. If someone raped, then that person is a rapist. Therefore, Lauren's a rapist.



YEEEEAHHH, 's'right!

Forty Two, Pt. 1: Planet Lemonhead

So these next few pages are connected by this colorfully-striped, curvy band thing- reminiscent of Mario Kart's Rainbow Road level- so I thought it appropriate to make this in parts. Plus the pictures are from the same day, so why not.

Sitting in Golden Gate Park, and that whole visit from Meggers and Heather actually, was one of the better memories I have from living in San Francisco. I think back to times like that and miss that place a lot. Then I think back to being awoken every morning by Shere Khan literally tearing up my mattress and knocking over metal jewelry-trees at 6 am, the scent of mildew and unwashed dishes piling up in the sink, sitting in classrooms full of pretentious hipsters who in reality are just fratboys and sororitygirls that smoke American Spirits and wear tight jeans, and I don't miss it so much..But the times I did have fun, I had a lot of fun. I liked my stoop. And that weather...I do miss that.

On a different note, thank Lauren Evans for that beauty of an art piece in the top left. My interpretation is a giant Lemonhead in space, with lips so large they have their own gravitational pull. It seems to be attracting a line of spiders, a butterfly, a sperm, a button, something else, a leaf, annnnd a meteor? into it's mouth. Oh, the things we learned during AP Comp. Was Jarocki aware that we just sat there laughing and drawing stupid things throughout that class every single day? I'm sure he was. I guess we redeemed ourselves in journalism...NOT.

Have to do this

Before it turns 12:00 and I forget...














That's all for tonight.
I'm the worst at this.

Forty One: Just in time.

It's almost midnight, oh no!

Ok, picture, just take forever to load in my time of need! There we go.


"It's your early present...SEXUAL PREDATOR!!"

Thanks, Chelsea.





















Made it.

Forty: In case you hadn't noticed...

My friend, Meggers, yeah, she wears kind of slutty clothes (like ripped leopard-print skirts and midriff shirts) and has a lactating nipple instead of a knee. She also has a kind of crack-y face. Oh, and my other friend, Christ-E, she stands on her hair instead of legs. Her hair follicles actually wear tennis shoes it's pretty crazy. She also has one really long arm with a kind of crab claw on the end. You'll only ever see South Caroline-A halfway behind a car seat with a giant bush of side-ponytail, Heathcliff does the splits in gymnastics jumpsuits on top of nudey babies like me. Aly has a human head with a ROBO-BODY AHHH! It's an odd bunch of deformed misfits heading to Morro Bay but you know.

I really only made this post just now because I challenged Christy to a post a day and I didn't want to lose on the first day...so take that, Christy! Thought you had me, didn't you...

Warning: Not a Page!

Cambria, mostly. from Madison O'Neal on Vimeo.



Here's a little vid I made today, I miss my friends. Love you all.

Thirty Nine: Mammaries

I just noticed how many different college sweatshirts are being worn on this page. Crap. The only non-school affiliated sweatshirt on here is that weird Mexican one Lauren's wearing that I somehow acquired a while ago...it's kind of bothering me that I can't remember where that came from. Oh well.

So aside from the sweatshirts, there is also a damn good memory behind each of these pictures. Number one would be 'Trashed Tuesday'. We have school tomorrow morning. What should we do? Drink, dance, and go to the gym inebriated at 3 am, of course! That was, by the way, the one and only time I have ever been to the gym drunk and it was quite the experience. It was completely empty aside from us, first of all. What I remember was Lauren benching in the weight room while I rolled around on the big training balls upstairs. Then blur. Then trying to convince Charlie to just let us sleep on the chairs by the pool. Then remembering, oh shit, we have to be at school in like three hours, we should go to bed. Good decisions.

Number two- camping after graduation. We spent so long staring at fire. I think my favorite part of that entire trip was deciding to hike out to the lake in the middle of the night and watch the stars. We all picked a buddy in case of bear abduction or something equally dangerous, trekked out in the pitch black forest, laid on a giant rock by the lake with our heads all together and stared up. I recall a moment of silence and feeling very happy to be bundled up on a rock with the people I loved.

Second favorite part of the trip was Victor chopping down a sapling with an axe.
How many times Megan got hit in the head with random objects.
Trying to throw sticks into a volleyball net and make them stick...that was when we were pretending to be Indians, I'm pretty sure.

Indians with volleyball nets.

Last but not least, Memorial Day Weekend some year in highschool. '07 maybe. It was most definitely one of the strangest nights of my life. We picked up some kids walking down the street (one of whom went by "Monkey") in Santa Barbara in the middle of the night and drove around town and mountains and ate french toast sticks and played in school playgrounds until finally ending up on the beach at sunrise. Then we took the kids home in the morning and drove back to Grover Beach where we were staying...it was all very odd.

Glad I could reminisce for a bit. Now back to the present.

Thirty Eight: Forkin' Around

V-BABY! These are pictures of Victor. Victor with me. Victor with a soccer ball. That hand is even modeled after Victor's...true story. So Victor Nava, we've been friends for a while now, housemates for a year, lovers for a century. Just kidding. Or am I. I did carry you like a baby up to your room multiple times when you were too weary to walk.

Good man!

So on a different note, I just returned home from a night in LA in a sick-ass townhome with strange brightly lit vents, Indian hair and toilets full of treasures. Loves it. Can't say there's anything I enjoy more than sitting around in strange places with my best friends keeping ourselves entertained.

So anyway, I flush the toilet, and happen to notice something silvery out of the corner of my eye shining in the swirling bowl. Of course I investigate. Run downstairs, grab a fork out of the drawer in the hotel room's kitchen, and yes, dig around in the toilet trying to get this jewel out. (It's stuck in the little hole that shoots water out when you flush so this was quite the process, mind you.) So I finally dig it out and it's just a gay little heart that obviously fell off of some kids cheap piece of quarter machine jewelry. In my disappointment, I returned the fork unwashed to the drawer I got it in, and went on my merry way.

Thirty Seven: RA-A-AVE

Twenty dollars worth of glowsticks? Well worth it I'd say. Actually, now that I think about it, that night was terrible. So I take that back. However, I do miss the days when we could put down a couple jugs of Rossi in a night. They rarely turned out well- except for the time when Megan miraculously fell between a number of dangerous objects unharmed- but it was fun all the same. Sitting by the garage, having ridiculous conversations, interrupted by sudden urges to join the dance party or interact with the strange people you would only ever see at the Embassy. I'll miss that place while the Ambassador is away in Italy. In fact, I'll miss her too. Probably a lot more than I'll miss the Embassy itself. Definitely.

Well as a side note- I am currently in Davis packing up to move all my stuff back home. Eric, Victor and I walked around after a lovely dinner (because the weather felt unbelievably pleasant) and played in a kids park. We climbed around and spun on some shit and went on the mini zip line and hurt my shin real bad. So we're walking back home, and decide to stop at our apartment complex's pool and feel how cold it is. I'm wearing a zip up hoodie, phone in pocket. Can you see where this story is headed? If you guessed, "You bent over to feel the pool and your phone slipped out straight into the water," you are correct! SO FUCK THAT. It seems to function decently well still...however, the speaker that I would normally use to talk on the phone, does not work. At all. So I guess speakerphone is my only means to talk to anyone. And this text keeps popping up telling me that "This device is not compatible with iphone software" or something and I'm like, "what device?" and it's like, "Fuck you, you're screwed." My iphone is pretty new, and my contract is nowhere near being over, so either I wait it out for like a year and nine months talking on speakerphone and being bitter, I waste a ridiculous sum of money buying a 4G out of contract, or I pray and pray and pray that this bag of rice somehow knows how to perform miracles and does so while I sleep tonight. I'm not counting on it.

Thirty Six:xiS ytrihT

I had an art show senior year.

I called that painting Amongst Thieves.

I think it was the title of a chapter in Demian.

I went to Power to the Peaceful.

I drew a weird little face.

I painted Sarah's nails.

I did a terrible job.

But I've gotten better since then.

Now I paint miniature landscape portraits on people's nails.

That's a lie.

I still can't paint nails.

Unless they're my own.

Other people make me nervous.

So my tremors act up.

The results are typically colored cuticles.

Thirty Five: D!

Thirty Four: Blegh

Both of these pages really bring back memories of all the weird shit I've done with my friends. (Bicycle-Boxing, for instance. Or Trashed Tuesday on a school night.) And it really makes me miss those friends that I don't get to talk to, see, or be around at the moment. I wish you would all come back to me as soon as possible, so we can do more weird shit and be ridiculous and happy. 

I'm not feeling very well today, along with probably the majority of American adults. Jack and Ginaritas, while sounding like a good idea at the time, were not in my stomach's best interest.

Thirty Three: Phishy

So the main focus of this page would unquestionably be...the Phish. Why? Because it is the ultimate combination of beings- Phi Le, of course of the species Homo sapiens, order Primates, kingdom Animalia, yadda yadda...and the fish. Don't expect me to know the scientific classification for fish because I don't, nor do I have the energy to Google it so I'll leave it at that. Fish.  Phi. Fish. Phish. [feesh]

I hope that search engine searches can not be directed to my posts because when Phi Le undoubtedly Googles his own name sometime in the near future, I would rather this not show up in his results. If it does, sorry, Phi Le, for combining you with our underwater finned friend. Now stop Googling yourself.

Thirty Two: Back In 'Nam...

"Class is so slutty. Most of the time I want to screw myself. I would much rather be in the band room. Just because Connor Fisher is sweaty, doesn't mean I have to gyrate. Maybe Sarah Cardey will rape something, and I won't have to pillage anymore."

This is how my my days were spent in stats..actually, now that I think about it, probably half of the random shit in this book was made in that joke of a class. I kind of miss being able to do whatever the hell I wanted at school with no real consequences. Pretty sure I still got a B in that class. Undeserved.

More importantly, I'll have to ask you to ignore that creeper of a picture smack dab in the middle of the page. I don't know who that girl is, why she is decked out in full wartime apparel, why she is in a wheelchair, or what expression is on her face but I do not support it. And how did she get that gun? Who knows. She's got that whole PTSD face goin' on though...

Least importantly, that MUNI Fast Pass up there cost me 45 bucks. 45 dollars to jolt around on a bus for a month next to some smelly homeless asian woman carrying multiple 500 gallon garbage bags filled with what appeared to be aluminum cans but smelled like dead fish and rotting corpses. Oh, how I miss you, San Francisco. This has been an uncharacteristically long post, but I think I'll do this more often. I'm diggin' this whole text wrap thing...So long, suckers!

Thirty One: Bye Bye, Charlie Glen

I love you more than I can say. Be safe out there please, we'll miss you.

Thirty: Full Blown Haggo

Cat hag and a hooligan. Which is which, which is which?!

Twenty Nine: Mehh

Twenty Eight: Man Babies

Tamer and George W. Bush had a lovechild. You didn't know?

Twenty Seven: Do you like women?

LE does. Absolutely.

Twenty Six: L. Evans '07

These are just some pic-chas of mah friens and me on Christmass morn. Lauren drew that lovely little me with a bulge, and I have a permanent hood attached to my skin apparently. It's pretty much what I looked like at my peak of physical fitness. And my peak of permanent hood-wearing. And my peak of bulginess. My special move is just being beast-like, of course.

Twenty Five: Rocky Road

We were laying in the road at Rocky Hill. Surprised? No- nor am I. Not necessarily the best place to lay, but it seems to happen more often than one would expect. The drawings are interpretations of myself lookin' like a freak. I especially like "Giant Wrinkled Forehead Made". It's me if my head could possibly be bigger than it already is.

Sidenote: Friends who are not currently home with me, hurry the puck up. You know who you are..
Yes, you.

Twenty Four: Chuck E. Rape

Sometimes I wonder.

Twenty Three: Teety Tribute

Loves me some Tet! Too sick to type.
CAN NOT WAIT FOR SUMMER.

Twenty Two: HIATUS

Today, I will be leaving the confines of my humble Davis abode and setting sail on the open seas (sans laptop). And I am finding it extremely difficult to sleep due to a bad case of ridiculous excitement. Yes, that's a serious medical condition. Anyway, I'll be unable to update so I must leave you all with this final page. Hopefully it's a good one. I don't know, I haven't pressed the "Insert Image" button yet. Let's find out.

Ahh yes, the lovely notice from our favorite "Concerned Shannon Ranch homeowner". Don't be a victim to the leeches of society, guys. Keep your lawn ornaments safe and un-humped. And have a lovely week!

Twenty One: Hellaphant

Twenty: Jaba el Presidente

The extent of the work I did in stats junior year.

Nineteen: Pencilly

A picture of a drawing based on a picture of a person...that person being me.
..when I was 17.
..wearing Lauren's hat.
..and Blublockers.
..and a smirky expression.

..mostly I just like the glasses.

Eighteen: Amor del Grupo

It's a specially-made pocket with a picture of a specially-made peace sign full of specially-made people to hold a specially-made comic by a specially-made friend, Eric Rodriguez. We were all given this little jewel as a Christmas gift and it was probably the most thoughtful present I've ever received, so thanks Eric! It really was a can't miss. Now as the pocket goes...that photo was taken in 2006 with the human-body-almost-peace-sign consisting of (correct me if I'm wrong) Charlie, Victor, Chelsea, Dana, Lauren, me and Tamer. We threw on our cold weather attire and went downtown to have dinner at Brewbakers that night and did who knows what else. A lot of time spent exploring downtown streets, alleyways and parking structures back in those days. 

Seventeen: Potter Tradition

 Charlie's two cents: i spent all day there, the hour i use to go home and shower emmer effin picture taken news report, the guy behind us tottaly is a ped or something and me and mad are on his top eight, loren thinks her bum is big in this picture quote unquote, she told me once, my mom probably dropped a hundred dollars or more on candy for all my fwends, i think alot of people were intoxicated or high. BLACK ERIK, wheelchair endurance tests, blublockers, this started a beautiful tradition. eric looks four years old in that picture.left page predated the dreading of dana's head, mads hair is long!! Im pretty sure Mad's Dad thought vicky was actually a paralyzed kid, on the right side what happened oh ya i waited my life away and i still fuhbreekin missed that izzle! that picture is still amazing.uh Sarah lied about her name, they caught it. Shelby cursing people, meagan buble cursing, "lechs cast shum shpells..." spray painted shirts, hot hot hot day, still amazing, me and eric and austin slept in the van over night, 24 hour wait for real!!!. sorry for that structured mess.

Sixteen: Megan's a Hoe

This page has a couple good stories to go along with it. But I am too tired and distracted to explain. Labor day weekend '07 was hilarious and the strangest experience of my life. Iron and Wine concert was incredible and the most wonderful experience of my life. I cried during a heartfelt Trapeze Swinger encore. No joke.

Fifteen: Hump

  It's FRIDAY! You know what that means? I get to go home! Please, contain your excitement.

   Top: The backside of a camel taped to a drawing of the desert and some rolling clouds, both original 

  sketches (by the talented 'chuk' half of madechukPRODUCT) for "Heritage", the cartoon life of Tamer 

  Saleh...before we discovered the wonders of CS3.

   Bottom: Bus on the way to grad night, silhouette of Victor's hair, me refusing to use flash photography.

Oh, and HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RACHEL PARKS! 

Fourteen: Squiggity Squak

 Thankyou, Lauren for your drawing contribution (safari man with some hairy legs) and for that lovely little acronym (SQUIGGITY SQUAK). It makes oh so much sense :)

Thirteen: Stuff

I miss my little Heathsta.

Twelve: The APES Tree

  a. Guess I wasn't having much fun in APES that day, though I did plant a tree in honor of it. 

  b. My friends make pretty good "AGONY" faces if I do say so myself.

  c. I was trying not to smile. Annnnd I failed. So instead of being a serious crippled war veteran, I am just 

      a helmet-headed creeper in a wheelchair..with a gun. 

  d. I like this page.

Eleven: Still life with Mil-butt

She stopped our whole calculus class for the day to hold that pose for me...true story. I think I really captured the delicate curves and folds of her tantalizing physique.

Ten: Forest Filigree

  I once learned the entire alphabet in that style of ornate letters...and forgot every single one. What a waste of time and lead. That's an "M" by the way, M for Murderer. Just kidding it's for my name. Or is it. Maybe M Means Madison Maliciously Murders Many Morose Manly-Men Mounting Maracas Mistaken for Monotheistic Micro Managers with Mesothelioma. Manifest destiny. 

  The picture up top was taken in Three Rivers with my plastic fisheye (which broke shortly after) on a beautiful almost-summer day with my good friend Charles in Charge. Our original plans for the day got crapped on so we strapped on our water shoes, walked downstream and had a pb&j picnic on a rock. We wandered around for a bit, sat around for a bit, drove around for a bit- all in all, it was a lovely day.

Nine: SAH

This would be the storyboard (part of it) for the Tet's cartoon, which was the longest drawing, photoshopping, complaint-filled movie-making process of anything Charlie and I have ever made together. Except that baby.

p.s. Victor, Celina and I just sang happy birthday to Tamer before he blew out the candles on his little birthday cake and it was beautiful.

p.s. I just spent 7 hours watching people dive in Stockton and Meggers did beautifully.

p.s. Now it's time to celebrate Picnic Day and it will be beautiful.

p.s. I hope you all have a beautiful night.

p.s. By celebrate, I meant take a shower and a nap. Just clarifying.

Eight: Experimentation

The hardest thing about drawing for me is just thinking of what to draw. That is why things like this happen. No central theme, no main point of focus, no sense. Regardless, it makes me happy. Even when it's nonsense. And when you just sit down and draw with no direction, new things sprout up on the page that never would have if you sat down with a solid idea. Like multi-colored olives. And little blobby guys. You know...important things like that. It's late.

Seven: QTs

Stopped by our good friend Chuck E. Cheese's for some pizza and flashbacks. This place that was so huge and magical when we were kids...tiny and weird now. 

Six: Spread 'Em

*Noteworthy- Victor's most oddly shaped foot sunburn of all time, D's amazing ability to make weird faces on camera, Charlie's ridiculous frown/smile, Steven smoking the fat cigar found on the beach by a bocce ball tournament, Eric walking into a pool of algae water because he thought it was solid, playing Scrabble while eating unhealthy amounts of Drumsticks and having intensely serious conversations, fat lady on our bus who looked like Ursula from The Little Mermaid and her son(?) with his furry bucket hat that Lauren and I enjoyed so much, and just an overall sense of LOVE.