I invite everyone to check out the new banner. All systems are go for a new independent animated film production. Now what?
Well, my focus now is directed towards raising the necessary funds, on top of what I need for living expenses et cetera. I have been relieved of my lucrative construction job, due to my inability to control my temper, so I am now back to my paltry cartooning income and eBay sales. I am an irascible and unhappy man and working a 9-to-5 around people who often decide to be disrespectful and shitty never works out. I walked off the job rather than go to prison for killing someone.
I’ve done everything within my power over the past 20+ years to help the world understand that hearing music which I feel is superficial and/or devoid of talent is literal torture for me. So instead of murdering a human being for hurting my ears and disrespecting me while I’m working, I removed myself from the situation*. Don’t ever ask me why I didn’t just “ask them to turn it down”. Whatever the reason, when I am “being tortured” enough, I can’t be anything but physically violent. This goes all the way back to high school. All the way back to working in the mall record store in the early 1990’s. It’s why I created Bands I Useta Like in the first place.
Oh yeah- the deadness in my arms that I mentioned in prior updates wasn’t caused by the construction job (which actually helped fix it). Hey- remember the months and years we were all forced to work out of our homes, thanks to our coward fraud government? Well guess what. For like two years straight I held my arms at chest-level sitting at a desk or computer. Over time my shoulders hunched up and my arms withered because I was constantly resting them on armrests. So I started waking up in the morning with lifeless hands, because for less than 20 minutes a day I was standing with my arms at my sides. Since I was never walking, there was never any natural momentum to drag blood to my fingertips. If you ever wonder why some of us still seek a windpipe to crush regarding the “pAnDeMiC”, I hope this clears that up. Heed my warning/example.
I’m too tired right now to finish this, and I need to give my li’l hamster pal some TLC before I hit the hay. (He’s on my shoulder supervising at the moment.) If I haven’t already said so, past/present/future donors to my cause are all slated to be credited as executive producers. I’d like to reward every donor with a miniature John’s Arm figurine, but I haven’t figured out the logistics on that yet. I have pages and pages of treatments and notes, with some dialogue, and things have really picked up now that I have the aesthetic concept properly defined. As I’ve told my secret collaborator, I had to rediscover the uniqueness of what I’d created, and relearn its appeal. I had to work out how to introduce the world to the John’s Arm universe a second time, without retracing my steps or anyone else’s. And now that I’m working in high-definition, it’s a whole new ball game compared to 2005. You see them fire and lightning effects I did in the trailer? Yeah bro.
Stay tuned. Time for zzz now. Gomez the hamster says hi.
*Next Day Edit: I neglected to mention that when I flipped out over the ear-splitting music and walked, I’d also been watching my friend basically killing himself doing the job for no money, because we hadn’t been paid yet and hadn’t eaten a thing that day. Kind of a crucial detail that hopefully will help folks understand that I’m less psychotic than I might seem. Believe me, it takes a hell of a lot for me to just ditch a job like that in Current Times. Thanks for your understanding.