Fire up the Butter Lamb.
Current mood: dorky

Spring sure feels like it sprung. Went for walk in the park the other day with the wife and kids, and while I stress that you should not give people-food to canines, it was too nice a day not to give a few licks of soft serve to ol' Dave Subarski. He had tears in his eyes as he licked the cone, Amanda thinks he was overcome with emotion at our love for him. I think it was an ice cream headache. Click the following to view the beauty of the moment: Lickety Spit




Also got inked for the first time. Maybe it seems full of myself to have my own character branded on me like this, but I see it as a magical symbol of my devotion to an idea. The image is the first ever drawing I ever made of Yam, before he was Yam officially. I think the tattoo still has a nice Sharpie-marker-type feel. Yay.




So yeah, it's been a good while since the last Blog, so let's get to some art. By the by, this month's issue of NICK mag, the one with new Nick show "El Tigre" on the cover, has a two-page Yam story. It's spooooky. Sorta. And speaking of spooky, here's an abandoned sketch of a children's game-box I was going to do. It's based on the REAL Spiricom
A supposed device for speaking to the dearly departed. The idea for the box art was to have the kid decked out with goggles and headphones, and speaking into the mic of the receiver/transmitter, which feature knobs, switches and lights, and a small static-ridden screen. Grandma lurks just beyond our plane of perceivable reality with greetings of love and longing. Awwww.



Of course, the kid on the Spiricom box would be all retro'ed out and late 60's styled. But here are some newer things with more of a 50's flavor...




This legion of the moist succumbs to the forces of cakery. For the scant few who might recognize him, yes, that's My Sweet Mooncreme wielding the wand of great and terrible sprinkle. Cupcakes courtesy of Amanda.




And while we're on the subject of food- I bean dressing up my luncheontime sammiches with a Sharpie marker. It doesn't make 'em taste any better, but it puts a smile on my face. the bagel sammiches are lunch for Hope and Eli. Witness now.... WichCraft.







Let's wrap it up with some self-promotional art, huh? It's all kinda forresty. I'm all about little woodland friends, apparently.





Hey, I gotta go for a walk. Looks like rain, and I wanna let the clouds shine on me.
Hoping you feel this way too,

:cb

Currently reading : American Born Chinese By Gene Luen Yang Release date: 05 September, 2006

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Dead Cats
Current mood: bouncy
Category: Art and Photography

Weather's been alright lately, so I been getting my ass on the road and running. It's sort of countrified where I live now. Definitely different from where I've spent most of my life up to this point. There are no sidewalks, just the grass of people's properties, then a small strip of dirt and gravel which transitions into the asphalt. I try to keep on the gravel strip, but sometimes a local in a pickup truck tries to see how close he can get to me and I have to either stand my ground, or run up into someone's yard a bit to avoid kissing that high-speed rear-view mirror. One side of the road has mailboxes mounted on wooden posts, the kind with little flags you raise if you've put a letter inside for pick-up. In the evenings I have to be extra careful not to get wedged between a driver who doesn't see me until too late, and one of these posts.
Some nights, if I wait too long and it's kind of dark when I run, I become obsessed with my untimely demise, and with each passing vehicle, I imagine the impact as it veers to close and knocks the meatsack which is me into a ditch. This brings me to my other mortality check: dead cats. All the previous years I've run this road, I see roadkill that generally consists of oppossum, racoons, and maybe a badger or two. This year though, is the year of the cat. First time I ran this spring I saw two dead kitties, and unlike the city, where roadkill is seldom out for a few days on the road, these little guys are now in an advanced stage of decomposition. the first one I encountered is (was) a fluffy kitten, and when he was freshly kilt, looked as if he had just decided to stretch out on the side of the road for a quick nap all cute-like. Now his head is all smashed and his fur is black and wet from the rain and rot. Ugleeee. Don't smell so good, neither. The other one is (was) a larger cat, and is kinda off onto someone's yard a bit. Still not so good. I'm tempted to run a different route, but any other direction leads me more into civilization, stores, houses, etc. Out on the trail of kitty tears, there are horses, fields of crops, and not much else. I dunno why I tell you this, but it's been making me wonder, so. Eh.



Sketches.

I recently found out that the company I work for is changing it's name. Not drastically, but it's dropping some small chunk of it's present monicker, and it's going to affect shit like my work e-mail and business cards. and I don't exactly hand alot of these cards out, so that's a whole bunch of cards to toss. Instead, I'm flipping 'em around and doing a quick sharpie marker drawing on each one instead of working, in honor of the name change. Hopefully I'll get through the whole box of cards before long, and I can litter the internet with the scanned results. Here is the first batch.

Here's me in elementary school, in junior high, and in art school-

Three Heads of Zesty Lemon

"Comfortable Silence amid Bear Huggery"

"If you love somone, flick them off..."

Corndog representing America

Here I've drawn my dog, a Boston Terrier, as he would appear as a human.

Deli Slice Tony

Tis a sense of direction which has rendered us into the sophisticated beasts we are.


Into the house of moist happiness.

Never Alone

Absorbant vampire of the feminine hygeine world- Pantyliner.

Hats off to Geo. Washington Carver. Seriously.

LUV is my co-pirate.

Someone's not listening.




Photos.

I've been working on stories for my autobio mini-comic. For the sake of dredging up the past, I've needed to hit the old photobox and look for clues to what actually happened. I must tell you, it is box of horror and humiliation. Here are just a sample of the terrors I've unearthed:

As poor as we were, this one Xmas was like hitting the jackpot. Hidden from view here is the awesome "Ghost Gun" I got.

Trying to be cool with my badass Bruce Lee puff.

This evil thing bit me in the face. My mom proceeded to kick the shit out of it. I'm not sure what befell this guy, but it can't be good.

I seem to be wearing a disguise of sorts in many of these.

Goddamn. I don't even know what to say here. It was 1976 and my folks had me sporting some purple ass satin.

Viva los Pochos. I still can't speak proper Spanish.

Another huge blow to my dignity. My mom working hard to make us look like twins or some shit.

Today. I will fight you.


All my love,

Cee Bee

Currently listening : Life Is Full of Possibilities By Dntel Release date: 30 October, 2001

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Triptych of Terror
Category: Art and Photography

Hey smarties.
as some of youse might know, I'm laying down some of my more sordid childhood mishaps into a minicomic to be available later this here year. Hoping to stimulate the ol' memory gland, I started digging through some old photos I had and came across this horrifying trio of shots taken of me, post halloween. I was four years old, judging by the date stamp. And I think these say alot about the kind of kid I was/is. The mask thing was pretty much a year-round custom with me, but I knew you could only get 'em around Spookytime. I'd wear the hell out of them once I had 'em, though. I distincly remember my Frankenstein's Monster mask having a thick residue of cookie gunk up inside it from snackin' with the hood down. Frankensteining under the table and all that.

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Ye Olde Comics Clearinghouse
Current mood: sleepy
Category: Art and Photography

Continuing with the theme of "Old Stuff"...
This Terrifying Tale of Tension got made for Taste Like Chicken (www.tlchicken.com) I didn't have an idear of what kind of regular strip I wanted to do at this point, so I did this.


And then I did it like this...

Better Living through Comicstry.

Currently listening : Oh No By OK Go Release date: 30 August, 2005

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Forgotten Comics

Been busy hacking and stabbing at various projects that I can't really post at this time, so in the spirit of rehash and filler, I would like to present...

OLD STUFF!

In this and the next few blogs, a terrible rash of stuff that was done for myself or Taste Like Chicken ( http://www.tlchicken.com ), the infamous humor mag/site. Please, no flash photography, turn off your cell phones and put trash in it's proper place, the internet.

In this episode, CACAMAN COMICS.

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Time is the Tyrant
Current mood: quixotic

Like many of youse all, I have way too much stuff on my plate and just one little soft plastic fork to get down on it with. Getting it together to fly to New York next week, I'm sure I'll have something to post regarding that, mebbe some pics. Meanwhile, please accept this bouquet of images as a heartfelt apology for not posting shit nearly enough. Forgive? Aww, c'mere and gimme a hug, ya goofballs.








Okay, so ideawise- this is something old and something new. First, a kid's book idea I dreamt up even before my JeRL days, "Sister Planet Popstar". Here's an art sample I knocked out last week:









And then, something new. "Get a Load of Ghouloff!" Concept for book or animation, I may say more about this later, but for now, here's the main character's dad running gleefully through the boneyard. You know how we do.



There's other stuff. I'll get to it and post, I promise. I just needed some space. My space.
Take care of you now, wontcha?

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Many A good Thing Has This Way Passed....

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Website Update, kinda sorta..
Current mood: loved

Okay, it's been something I shoulda taken care of years ago. It's not even totally updated, but at least it has a fresh face. Go on ahead, give it a peep.
coreybarba.com
Lemme know what you love and hate about it, there may be a few new things up there. Lordy knows I have a ton of crap to scan and put on the site, but holey moley, let's just be glad I've done this much.
As usual, we had our Monday morning meeting today, and one of my pals in the Cave sketched a salty Corey Barba from across the conference table. He remains anonymous, but color by yours drooly.


Now go on out there and love on one another.

All lovely-like,

Corius Barbus

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Tootie and Natalie are on the air.
Current mood: sick

I was just in Facts of Life kinda mood yesterday. Call it a sickness.

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Where My Summer Went?
Current mood: cold

New Yam on deck, as I pine for the days of ice cream cones and open-toe shoes. Where you is, hot sandy beach? Where you is, inflatable pool toy? Where you is Elote man (that is, Mexican, roasted corn-on-a-stick vendor)?

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