Dear fans, friends, and unskilled googlers looking for the Japanese pop band J2,
That echoing sound of silence here on the blog is coming from the terrifying abyss known as the end of the spring semester, here at our collective employer-by-day, known as the University.
Once the papers are graded, the finals written, and the all-too-brief naps enjoyed, we will be back in full effect with so much J2D2 Arts we might have to change our name to J2,157D2,157 Arts.
Love,
What-Remians-of-Damian's-Brain-Meats
Showing posts with label head explosions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label head explosions. Show all posts
Monday, May 10, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Promo poster
Sure to adorn high school lockers and college dorm rooms the nation over. Or, uh, the wall of my office. Whatever.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Some more Onyxcon Pictures
Still more thrilling visual memories of our day and a half (or maybe three quarters...) in the ATL for the first ever, hugely successful ONYXCON (which I have since decided to forever write in all caps, MF DOOM style).
The view from behind the table.
The view from behind the table, head turned slightly to the right.
Seconds later, the Out of Sequence catalog made that dude's head explode. His wife didn't even notice, she just kept on reading the catalog. BECAUSE THAT'S HOW GOOD IT IS!
The guys from Marcel Comics...
...and a cartoon of them. Wait... that's not right...
James Mason, creator of Urban Shogun, thought having an angelic halo would help his sales.
Dawud Anyabwile and Brian McGee let you know that everything's gonna be alright. Brotherman and Big City are on the comeback.
John Jennings and airbrush and comics maestro Richard Santiago pose in front of our snazzy Hole: Consumer Culture banner.
Trimekka Studios member Stacy "Blackstar" Robinson hard at work.
Trimekka Studios member Jan-Michael Franklin hard at work.
Also, for some reason, whenever Jan eats, darkness descends. I have no explanation for this.
The Trimekka dudes. Read their books Abraham the Young Lion, Deadly Artisans, and Daft. Your eyeballs will thank you.
J2D2 is for the kids. Except for the Hole. Oh my crap is that not for the kids. Then again...
Suddenly, the publisher of Terminus Media read the first page of The Hole: Consumer Culture...
...and his brain also exploded. I know, I know, you're saying, that's called an "aneurysm", but quit backblog driving. I'm not talking a pop of the cranial blood vessels here. This was full on lighting and thunder and fireworks and flaming bits of brain shooting of the ears here. I mean, in a good way.
BECAUSE THAT'S HOW GOOD IT IS!
More pictures whenever I'm next able to carve time away from the pitiless time eater ("chronovore"?) that is my life.
The view from behind the table.
The view from behind the table, head turned slightly to the right.
Seconds later, the Out of Sequence catalog made that dude's head explode. His wife didn't even notice, she just kept on reading the catalog. BECAUSE THAT'S HOW GOOD IT IS!
The guys from Marcel Comics...
...and a cartoon of them. Wait... that's not right...
James Mason, creator of Urban Shogun, thought having an angelic halo would help his sales.
Dawud Anyabwile and Brian McGee let you know that everything's gonna be alright. Brotherman and Big City are on the comeback.
John Jennings and airbrush and comics maestro Richard Santiago pose in front of our snazzy Hole: Consumer Culture banner. 
Trimekka Studios member Stacy "Blackstar" Robinson hard at work.
Trimekka Studios member Jan-Michael Franklin hard at work.Also, for some reason, whenever Jan eats, darkness descends. I have no explanation for this.
The Trimekka dudes. Read their books Abraham the Young Lion, Deadly Artisans, and Daft. Your eyeballs will thank you.
J2D2 is for the kids. Except for the Hole. Oh my crap is that not for the kids. Then again...
Suddenly, the publisher of Terminus Media read the first page of The Hole: Consumer Culture...
...and his brain also exploded. I know, I know, you're saying, that's called an "aneurysm", but quit backblog driving. I'm not talking a pop of the cranial blood vessels here. This was full on lighting and thunder and fireworks and flaming bits of brain shooting of the ears here. I mean, in a good way.
BECAUSE THAT'S HOW GOOD IT IS!
More pictures whenever I'm next able to carve time away from the pitiless time eater ("chronovore"?) that is my life.
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