Comic #248

I would like to take this moment to rant about music lovers. I am a music lover. I think just about everyone is. Except angry old shrewds, who measure the decibels of everyones music, and squeel like a little girl when it goes one over the legal limit for a residential area.

It bugs me when people say that a bands new sound sucks. That their old stuff was way better. Now I find this comparison similiar to comparing a first year student with a masters students work, and saying that the first years was better, for no better reason than that the they saw the first year students stuff first.

In some cases very rare cases of course the students work may be better. But Bands are constantly improving their sound. Or at least they should be, unless they're lazy.

So next time You say something like "man I love greendays new album" and someone else says "Yea, but their original stuff was better." You can respond with phrases like "Your left behind in the 90's."; "Yea, because 3 chord riffs are always the superiour choice." ; "Just because you can't figure out the story line of the album" ; "Do you even know what a rock operah is faggot?"

Yea, I said faggot, fuck face.

Comic #247

I'm gonna be flipping between story lines fairly regularly, So the story gets syncs properly when The finalee arrives. So try and keep up. lol. Although Im sure you can descern characters and figure out whos who faster than I can draw them so, there we.

Road works suck. Well, they dont suck. It was a great day. Just thinking about doing it again tomorrow just isn't appealing. Especially going into the city and doing it. Im not really very good at RL tasks. Ha ha.

Check out my tunes where the shoutbox used to be! Wooo.

comic #246

Hello hello. It has been almost two years since I posted a Steve comic. Life has been chugging on. Last year was the most kick ass year of my life. The odd thing is, Steve wasn't a part of it at all. I only noticed when I finished 2008, that the people I hung out with that year didn't know anything about Steve. If you were a friend of mine prior to that year These comics were that "Oh Izak, you do that little comic thing don't you." it was like my nervous twitch thingy. I think it may have been a good thing that I disattached really. The comic had a lot of baggage with it. I started planning how the story would continue a few months ago. Revising in my mind over and over how the story will go. Tying up loose ends, etc. Grounding the comic in its roots also. The story style I used in the last few comics is shit. It didn't have that bit of life that the framed comics did.

So here it is, quite unceremoniosly presented to you, uncoloured is the next step in the odd life of steve.

P.s. If you want to know what I'm up to these days check out Izaksmells.blogspot.com

Comic #245

Well I'm on the Eve of having what will probably be the coolest week ever, and my eyes hurt from staring at this damn screen to much. But it helps pass the time till 9:30 when Samurai Jack

comes on. woot woot. two in a row of cartoon awesomeness. Wide screen mode <3.

So Izak, what have you been doing lately? Well Izak I have been drawing a hell of a lot. Playing a lot. Day dreaming a bunch. How bought you? Well me? now that you come to mention it I have been pretty good. My opinions on a lot of subjects have changed and I feel as though I may have hardened myself against the world just a bit. But its all a learning curve you know. Everyone goes through it. Some toughen up. Some get far to negative, some bluster it over. Some breakdown. Some numb it down with drugs and alcohol. Some cant handle it and stop their continued existance.

The list could go on. But theres always titties.... heh.. Hope seems to be an underlying theme in all my little stories these days.. Must be what people need.

Comic #244

This comic is done in a style im going to try and perfect, it’s a bit like the whole “Sin city” look and other underground comics of the eighties. Unfortunately I didn’t really plan the writing for this one to go anywhere. So it looks a bit messy like that. My bad.

The ipod one is just to prove to you all that I HAVE been doing other art work while I have been gone from the blogging scene. Sorry it’s an injoke, you might laugh anyway.

Life is a series of ups and downs, in an occilating pattern. It just so happens that I’m on the up hill slop at the moment. I hope it doesn’t peak any time soon.
Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately) not everyone occilates at the same speed. While I go on a high some one else is going on a low. Some people may go through the whole pattern over a course of about a week. Im glad im one of the bass notes that usually takes its time over these things.
In other news I had my ears blasted out last night. I seriously hope I get my hearing back. Cause if everything sounds distant like this for the rest of my life I’m gonna be so pissed. I danced like a maniac, for the ska band that played. Teehee, and I hung out in a graveyard for a bit. Looking at “Grave stones”. Sorry In-joke (inn-joke).

Currently listening to: Reel Big fish - Average man

Quote of the week: (izak) I'm on a natural high known as life.

comic #243

another comic down, only a bizzilion to go. Look at those beams holding up the warehouse. What sorta blind ass enginer/arcitect built that? No wonder the warehouse was originally abandoned before The black bars infested it.

I have noticed that no matter what, theres almost always a perfect song out there to go along with, brighten, or make light of any situation your in. Theres always the perfect song... Except that one song that barely gets played anymore. Complete silence.

I heard that song the night before. I took the bins out to the street for collection. The night was cold, really cold, but it felt kinda good. there weren't really any stars cause of the overcast clouds. But there was complete silence. I couldnt hear cars or anything. If I was in an action movie it would be the silence just before someone says "Its quiet, TOO quiet." and then stands on a land mine. See, be careful what you wish for.

Silence is awesome. I suggest you find it someday. You cant buy it or order it online. You have to hunt it out. then sit and enjoy it, cause itl soon be gone. Just like that guy who stood on the land mine.

last part -

Nick stood, looking out over the water of the harbour. What little did those humans know. They had no idea what they released upon the world, just because of their selfishness and blasé nature. In his state of victory he didn’t notice a straight figure, with emotionless features walk towards the water. The person was fully clothed, and when they went into the water it was as thought they didn’t know it was there. The person kept walking until he was completely submerged. About half an hour later the figure walked back out of the water. Under his arm was something black.

-- Finé

Comic #241

Holy shit on a stick batman, two comics in a row! I sketched this last night and didnt have anything better to do so yea, here it is, the slimy dripping fruit of my labours.



fun thought for you guys to chew on: To be human is to be in control. To give yourself over fully to instinct and emotion makes you no better than an animal.
When people tell you to stop being selfish their generally trying to make you do something for them instead.
When your twisted up in yourself and you come to realize it, do it for them, and don't complain.


Remember that you bastards.






They black box was knocked into the water. It sank with a splash.
Nick smiled and walked to them, all charm.
“Thank you for indulging my, hmm, fanaticism, shall we say.”
Ester glared at him, “I never want to see or hear from you ever again you bastard.”
“Oh I wouldn’t want to impose upon you like that again, but I’m sure that looking back on this you won’t even remember it.” He said. You could almost hear the italics in remember the way he said it.
That night Jason and Ester came home with thoughts in their mind about the romantic day that they had spent together. How naughty it had been of her to just walk out of work to go see Jason.
That night He asked her to marry him. She said yes (much to his relief, Oh and all the rehearsing in front of mirrors didn’t really pay off, He just said the first things that came to him and it came out great. Except the part about 12 kids.)
At the wedding Jason thought he saw a figure that reminded him of a devil. The person was smiling a huge grin. When Jason looked again it was only his mother in law.

--To be CONCLUDED