Boy Monster

This is something I've been meaning to post for a long time, but only recently managed to combine the resources to make it possible. These are three 18x24in drawings I made for my drawing class final project last semester. The project presented an opportunity to experiment with a story idea i've been toying with for a while. I call it "boy monster," a feral child story about a boy, who when lost by his parents to a mountain rift, becomes the adopted child of a gang of monsters. he goes about life as amonster, scaring children and feasting on their fear, but never really fits in, etc... I havn't figured it out too far. Anyhow, enjoy the image at least.

Bush Vetoes Waterboarding

To be true, I don't care that America waterboards prisoners. Lots of bad things happen to folks--being made to think you're drowning seems tame compared to an electric shock to the balls.

The bit that irks me is George's justification for the practice. He pulls the "protects American lives" card to get out of anything terrorist-related. It's irksome because it works. People eat that shit up like french fries, because when he says it, people think "I am American, a superior form of human being."

Being THE world power for over half a century has certainly gotten to our heads. Look at all the people who get upset when instructions for their iPods come in more languages than English and grumble disapprovement when they hear "Dos para Espanol" from a computerized telephone recording.

Learn a foreign language, we won't be on top of the world forever.

Fight.

I was punched three times in the face last night during a brawl that broke out in my basement. Some Fella made fun of another fella's jacket and he got mad. The jacket was a replica of Michael Jackson's Thriller music video garb. Easily one of the most recognizable pieces of apparel to come out of the 1980s.

The basement dance floor was packed with girls coping with self-image issues and dudes shouldering up, intending to get laid. For most of these guys I imagine the evening's ultimatum was get laid or be an asshole. Apparently the girls weren't putting out.

So everything's dancing when ThrillerJacket "gets involved" with a tall guido. In a flurry of red leather and spiked hair they fell onto the dance floor. Every dude in the room, responding to basic animal instinct, immediately joined the fight.

Being in the room at the time, I felt the same instinctive rush and soon found myself in the midst of things. I joined the scuffle as a peace-keeper and threw no punches, but reflecting on a particular moment, whenst I threw one dude against the wall and pinned his hands down, I think I should have hit him. Because two second later some other fella clocks me on the left side of the face. That was exhilarating. Not because I have some odd fetish for pain, but because it didn't faze me. I just went on and pushed the dude. I got punched two more times in the rough of things, but never saw the guy what did it. Seems like all the punches were thrown by "pussies" who seized the opportunity to blindside a dude who wasn't hurting anybody.

Maybe I should have hurt somebody. I may be blowing smoke up the old ass when I say this, but I was stronger than the dudes I was tying up with. I could feel it. I took three punches to the face and I was still in control. What would have happened if I'd let loose?

I'm picking this topic apart because I have never punched someone with the intent to cause harm. I've never had the situation where I felt justified giving out pain. So I'm curious. I'd like to see how effective a pain-giver I can be.

There's a reasonable way to go about doing this, like competing with the campus boxing team or joining fight club, but I don't have that kind of time.

However, I've been noticing an increase of events in my life that lend themselves to fighting. I put myself in more situations where tempers run loosely and I'm being an asshole.

Could be interesting to see what happens.

I'll keep you folks posted.

I'm going crazy

It's five in the morning now. When I got home from work at the Diamondback at 1am I was struck with the stupid desire to "be productive." So, I set about doing that. One painting, a comic strip, a bunch of emails, two energy drinks and several cigarettes later, I'm sitting in my cold basement listening to RX Bandits, posting to this blog and trying to figure out how I'm going to get a canvas stretched for my 9am painting class.

It sucks.

I've lost all motivation to sleep and my hands are cold. What the hell kind of way is this to act? I pose the question to you, you "blog readers" because I do not know the answer.

Anyhow, it is now my goal to make this blog worth a damn. In keeping with that goal, I've resolved to post regularly about things less cartoon-related and more Mike O'Brien-related. My reasoning--I think a lot. And I keep most of those thoughts to myself. Fuck that. Now, those thoughts are going on the internet. You can expect to hear a lot more from Mike O'Brien.

I hope you like this shit.

Oh yeah, I'm quitting my comic strip at the Diamondback. No more Nut Butter. That shit is done. Now, I'll be working on things a little more...creative. Like animations. I haven't made one of those in a long time. You people deserve better. The idea I have is to make some animated comedy shorts. I've got the resources to do it, and plenty of funny people around me, so why not kick into gear and make something? You'd like that. I'd like that.

I'm carrying on, but I don't care. I found some gloves so these hands will keep on typing.

Moving on, I've come across a thought to share. It's about comparing yourself to people who are better than you. I can't help doing it. It makes me unhappy. I am a cocky guy, going around thinking I'm the shit because I draw cartoons for the Diamondback and do well in my art classes. But the only reason I feel so good is because I've put myself into a context where I can easily excel. The art department at the University of Maryland is not competitive. People don't come to Maryland to study art, they go to art school.

And I draw cartoons for the Diamondback. That's cool, but nobody cares. My job is a joke, in a very literal sense. There are people working at the Diamondback who do things that are tangible and important. They report the news. That's important. People need that information. Laughing is a luxury.

Then you have people telling me that I'm going to be famous some day because I draw cartoons. Don't do that! It sends me into a ridiculous guilt trip because I start to think that what I do really is relevant. Then I go to work at the Diamondback and I see these people working their asses off to report the news without anyone telling them they're going to be famous one day. It's a humbling experience to see people work at something where the possibility of glorification is slim. I can do a shitty job at my cartoons and people will still give me a pat on the back. If these reporters and editors get a story wrong, they get yelled at by angry people.

I've come to the point in my blog post where it's crazy to think anyone is still reading my shit. So I'll throw in a couple expletives and end it.

Fuck shit cock.

Beltway Farms

Here's the unfinished artwork for my band's new album.

Fat Girl comic book

I wrote a short comic book. Here's all the pages, disorderly ordered. I sold a bunch of the paper copies at the D.C. Counter Culture Festival this Saturday.

t-shirt designs

here's a couple t-shirts I'm working on.

Terrapin Station

More images

Gorilla

Working on a little something for a friend. Here's a sketch.

Illustration Friday - Trick or Treat

Sketchbook scans

Been foolin with the Prisma Color markers. Here's a couple scans from my sketchbook.

Prize collection piece

I drew this toon for the diamondback. Compositionally, it is the best editorial I have ever drawn. Concerning content, it is the most vulgar thing I will ever have published in a respectable newspaper.

In the desert

Class was boring today.

the devil in ms jones

Here's another devil, but I screwed up drawing it on graph paper. Gotta get the lines out.

Couple more bits

I've done a lot of work lately but not a lot of posting. Here's a collection of the past week's studs.

Illustration Friday: open

Every Friday this site illustrationfriday.com puts out a theme and has folks draw stuff to it. Here's my drawing for this week's theme, "open."

Book cover

Drew this cover for a short story by DC Conspiracy dude Patrick Lewis. You'll be seeing that at SPX. Which is where I will be this weekend exhibiting the warks of turtle soup comics.

My new Group

I'm starting a cartoon group at Maryland, check out the blog.

Letters to the editor, the hard copies

Here's the letters to the editor about me in the Diamondback this year thus far.

How to be lame

I spelled "guardian" incorrectly in today's comic and two wads decided to call me out on it by sending me a Facebook message. These two wads happen to be boyfriend and girlfriend and probably hatched this scheme while they were having dull dispassionate sex. Smooth move shooting me a Facebook message, you petty pair. Now I disseminate our conversations. Check it.

Sarah Sherman
11:01pm September 27th
Report Message
you spelled guardian wrong, ace

Mike O'Brien
Today at 12:03pm
Seems you have the proper qualifications. English major: check. Petty attitude: check. I will pay you 2 dollars every day to edit my comics.

Cyrus Naderpour
11:40pm September 27th
Report Message
I think todays comic was really funny, misspelling guardian really took it to the next level.

Mike O'Brien
Today at 12:17pm
Look at you, with your sarcasm, and your girlfriend who you do things with. Hold on. Wait just one second. A thought comes to me. It says, "Cyrus Naderpour, 'todays' is possessive and thus requires an apostrophe before the 's' " Spell check doesn't catch that, I suppose. [I'll let you fill in whatever insulting word I should call you here]

Letters to the Editor

There's been a few letters to the editor about my cartoon this past week or two. Here's a link, I'll scan and post the hard copies later.

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Upload Updates

All the editorial cartoons and comic strips on my website have been updated to match up with real world production. If you missed any of the strips in the paper, peruse back in my archive and catch up with some giggles.

Video Games!

Folks, I just started working on a Flash video game with two friends from school. The main character will be a variation of the robot tin can in the two animations posted last week. We just started working so I won't tell you anything about the game because its likely to change lots. All you gotta know is what I just told you. Keep up, you.

New animation with Aesop Rock - Catacomb Kids

R. Crumb drop. click it.

New Animation!

I call this the "In Class Animation" because I drew the pictures in stat class and then put it all together in flash at home. My first traditional-type. Enjoy.

Comic strip

Here's one, to begin a series of debilitating attacks against activists. "You're an asshole," is what I'll be hearing for days to come.

Money Tree

This illo is for the front page of the first edition of the Diamondback this year. Its a money tree.

The Dailies Begin

School begins tomorrow, and so does my daily comics strip. See Nut Butter every day in the Diamondback at el Universitado de Marylandado.

Monsters!

Two drawings for a Creature Feature booklet created by the DC Conspiracy. Its a sequence thing where each artists draws a monster, then the next person in a list draws his variation of the monster, plus his own monster, and the cycle continues.

An album cover

Not finished, but here's a little sumptin sumptin for a band of a guy I work with at a job I do.

Schools coming back

Starting a new comic strip, abandoning the old. Its called "Nut Butter."

Sneaker Peaker

I've been working on an 8 page comic for this Barrelhouse Magazine. Here's a sneak peak. Hope they don't get pissed. Go to their website. Buy the magazine or sumptin.

Me band

is playing.

Metro People #4

Here's the fourth Metro People. Drawn on the way to a DCC meeting.