Image recreations from this weeks new episode of Community, App Development and Condiments. Viva, Brittaperry!!!
SAM SPRATT’s 2014 PORTRAIT GIVEAWAY
In short: Reblogs and Likes of this picture are each entries to have me paint a personalized portrait of you.
In slightly less short: Longtime followers are no stranger to these contests but for those new to this or me, I’m an illustrator (my work: www.samspratt.com ) who has worked with National Geographic, Janelle Monáe, Childish Gambino, FX, Game Informer, Angry Birds, Wall Street Journal, among others – creating album and magazine covers, advertisements, and posters – but a big part of me being able to do all that has been you sharing my work over the last 3 years. As my small way of paying that forward, I’d like to paint for one of you as I would for my clients, but ya know … for free. Maybe you want that regal portrait of you in a velvet smoking jacket to hang over your mantel, maybe one of your loved one, favorite character, or perhaps you just want me to paint you however I see fit (warning: this will 100% involve dinosaurs) – if you can think it, I’ll probably paint it – and I’ll work with you to make it something special.
As usual I’ll also be sending signed prints and haikus about your eyebrows to extra winners. The contest will stay open for about a week then I’ll randomly draw winners. You can enter on facebook and twitter for extra entries but be cool and don’t spam your followers.
If you’re not following Sam Spratt, you’ve already made at least one poor decision today.
Pan-grilled Avocado, Baby Spinach and Basil with Roasted Red Pepper Mayo / Recipe.
oh my god.
Direct Hit! will be releasing Brainless God (produced by Mike Kennerty of All-American Rejects) on September 3rd via Red Scare Industries, and PropertyOfZack is stoked to be streaming a new track called “Heaven Is A Black Hole.” Pre-order the new record here and stream the track below!
Listen to this shit.
LISTEN TO IT.
People have been reblogging this… so I thought I should put up the real final version that was used.
April 2nd Alkaline Trio comes out with their 9th studio album My Shame is True (Which I can only assume is a reference to Elvis Costello’s My Aim is True, I guess that’s why they call it pun-k rock… heh)
So they’ve been have a steady of release of tracks from the album the last few weeks, and for the first time in years (or last few albums) they feel like the band I use to know - the themes and tone are really hitting home.
There’s this fear I have that with getting older that I am becoming someone that I will eventually won’t recognize. I didn’t really like the last few albums that ‘Trio has put out, and I chalked it up to this - I’m just getting old. I went as far as saying that they should just call it a day, their direction was so far off from where I was that I felt embarrassed for my fandom. I glad they haven’t called it a day if the first 5 tracks off of MSIT are any indication.
Sure, they still are playing up some of the horror-punk themes that have been doing since Good Mourning/From Here to Infirmary, but something about this go around feels much more authentic - more real. Maybe it’s just better then the past albums, or maybe it’s just finding me at the right point in time in my life. I don’t know.
This probably sounds all way corny, but I’m sure everyone one has a band that they consider “their” band. The band that’s been there for important moments. Alkaline Trio is that band for me. My first (and eventual best) friend of high school properly introduced me to ‘Trio (I was aware of/enjoyed them through Tony Hawk soundtracks) and that was our connection/thing, and was able to re-connect with my life-long best friend doing the same thing. We stood hours in lines outside venues - hours in the rain to be first in line, blasted by drive-by firework mortars by immature anti-fans (they post-poned the show for an hour for that one, still have hearing damage, too), baked on asphalt in afternoon summer sun. It forged, strengthened, and concreted friendships.
I’m not that person anymore, but I feel a bit better knowing it still exist in somewhere. For that same matter, they’re not that band anymore. I’m just glad that for this moment in time I have my band back.
Twitter: The Comic is a collection of comics based on the greatest tweets of our generation. The source material is used verbatim, typos and all. Despite the seemingly random nature of the tweets, the comic has reoccurring characters and story arcs that aren’t fully understood unless experienced through a single reading. With explicit permission from the writers of each comic, Twitter: The Comic could be a pretty rad book.
So, in less than a week I will be in Lincoln, NE for the Kennedy Center American College Theater Festival - Region 5 (KCACTF5). My school, and more specifically the director on Anoka-Ramsey’s theater productions, selected me to be one of 13 students representing ARCC at this festival… and I can’t fathom why.
I just might be pessimistic, which is more or less my standard mode of operating, but I don’t feel good at all about this.
I made some silly posters, mainly because I hated the posters the school of who ever they outsourced them to made. It was in my head that if I’m going to be at my little league community college, that I didn’t have to dislike everything I looked at.
My advisor (the director) signed me up for a portfolio review at this event. They accepted me reluctantly. So now I have this panel of theatre industry professionals, who only normally review portfolios of BFAs and MFAs, reviewing my little portfolio of a few production posters and their materials, a few pieces that I’ve been commissioned by the school to make, and my dumb punk rock shit. Godfuckingdammnit. I can’t sleep, I can’t eat. My brain is working on auto-pilot.
Everyone has told me to go - teachers, advisors, mother, therapist. All along the lines of “Oh it will be such good opportunity”,”It will be a good chance for networking” and “You’ll meet interesting people” I don’t think any of them understand that I feel like I’m showing up to a dog show with a plush dinosaur and going on about it like it was normal. I will probably die of embarrassment.
All I want to do is stay in my bed, and go to classes - repeat. The classes part is even iffy. The part of my brain that feels excitement, pride, and all that other stuff just doesn’t work. Most likely a learned behavior due to let down and let down after let down.
Time for bed.