valentine's day. . . .

. . . it bores me. it's for the birds.

dylan and the dog park

here's a video i JUST shot back in the 50's of my dog dylan.

check me out.

drawings of me :

allison



brandon


travis



lee


jessica



kenneth



sergio



vanessa



nikole



mellissa

jobbies

my friend emily disagrees with #2 in regards to 9 being a 'bitch.'



which then led to . . .







i don't know, i have always associated numbers with personalities.
here's another one for emily and her pineapple city.



emily, you're hogging all the blogging.

here's a self portrait from a year ago. followed by something new.





happy friday
-jordan

nowhere and quiznos.

ok.
feeling a little more focused today. i have a job lined up. might be back at aaron brothers again. money and discounts on art supplies. wooo.
also put together a dvd portfolio of animation and a slide show of cartoons. making a list of studios to hit up.
here's some i found lying around.





. . . . and here's a few from today.







3d rules,
jordan

. . . . because good is dumb.

hey kids.
sorry the posts arent daily anymore like i had planned. no scanner. but i think for the time being, i'm just gonna take photos of them. like so.




this is a lost episode of me questioning religion.


these were drawn back when i worked, or i should say "worked" in the meat department. customer service brings out the best in me.





here's a cartoon i did out of complete boredom. it's called "waste of paper."


last night, i went and saw the raveonettes in los angeles. i live for this band. they are my definition of heaven. it was an amazing show. never have i experienced a blanket of sound like that before. it was perfect.
for those who like music, and i mean, really like good music, check out this album:


okay.
getting back on track now.
i'll be around.

-jordan

not so midnight awesome

sorry, fellow 'midnight awesome-ers' about the hibernation.
i lost my job, took a vacation, and have been job hunting.
(in that order.) i didn't stop drawing. i have a stack of them here,
waiting for your eyes to do what they do best. i just need to figure out how to get them into my computer now that i don't work next to a scanner.

but i can't leave you empty handed.
these come to us from my good good pal, mellissa reeder.


sources tell me that this ninja cat has been based on a true story.

thank you mellissa, for keeping the art flowing in these hard times. if you guys have anything, pwease, send them over :
sonicfuzzmunki@gmail.com

stick around. more funnies on their way. promise.

7 mile city walkin blues

what a day it has been already. its only 11:08am.
i never like agreeing with stereotypes, but it is
official. i am a starving artist. i am out of money until
friday as of yesterday. the buses to work run me up $5
roundtrip everyday. i walked 7 miles to work this
fine wednesday morning.
where am i going with this. . . .
first off, my legs fucking hurt.
secondly, you know the leeds mattress adverts? i saw about 5
of these along the way and i feel they are getting away
with selling mattresses using my image.
just because i am lazy does not give them the right
to make me the poster child for sleeping.




in other news, this is what my legs feel like. . . .




i did get some cool mail today.
from my family over at aaron brothers up in auburn where i worked for about a year.
they sent me a big box full of housewarming things. like candles and a harmonica, a blue pineapple candle lamp thing and a cd and 2 bags of balloons.
which brings us to . . . .



balloons watch porn too.

i draw balloons a lot. for whatever reason, i think they are hilarious.
i have over a hundred glimpses into the everyday lives of balloons. I am looking into publishing their stories right now.
**no, thats not a joke.


send me pictures! i want to start posting all of your drawings too. maybe like once a week, post a batch of fan art. if you dont want to be a fan, then say so. but still,
email your crap to
sonicfuzzmunki@gmail.com
and i'll let you know when its going up.
sounds like fun yahhh?

ok.
back to work.

-whoredan

tuesday? more like boozeday.

i want to kill my neighbor. i have 16 dings on my door from his stupid truck.
blue paint n all. is ding really even a word?

after i discovered that, i was locked in my apartment. seriously.
45 minutes wrestling with the fucking doorknob before we ended up just ripping it out of the door.
oops, this is completely irrelevant to anything.
all i'm saying is, tuesday should be called boozeday.

love,
jordan

big monday post

2:26 pm
on a monday
encino, ca.

graffiti.
who gives a shit about it?
there is so much graffiti in north hollywood.
these b.a.m.f.'s waddle around in their cool clothes and
scribble their "signature scribble" on a brick wall, or the ground,
or a dumpster.
"hey guys, this here dumpster is MYYY dumpster."
there's an alley behind my apartment, and some guy wrote
"our alley . . ." and then trailed off into some sig. scribb. .
i'm debating writing is very clear letters "mine too, we are friends now."
maybe a little winking smiley face.
i'm gonna start tagging cool things, like tires, starbucks cups, dog turds and tennis balls.
sleeping homeless ladies, bus drivers, flowers and roadkill.
i already have a signature scribble.


ok. here are a few others from the last day or so. . . .






* * *i dont condone words like these. i voted no on 8.
it's the devil talking, thats all. . . .* * *



lastly, i leave you with some old papers i found in my box labeled "shit".


-jordan

saturday

lazier than shit in a hammock.
here's a quick little animation i did a few months ago.
the music is by the kills, "hook and line"

FRIDAY.

how's it goin folks?
you don't say!
after a long stretch of work days, 2 weeks straight to be exact, friday is finally here. i'm thinking of animating this weekend. i work so much better when i'm not wearing pants.

i found an elderly sketch book of mine.

exhibit a:




followed by a couple quick little "i-can't think-of-what-to-draw-so-make-some-random-shit-up" kind of doodles. i find them amusing. but hey, can't speak for everyone.

classic 'jordan's a sick bitch" humor here.



and a glimpse into my dreamland. . .


and lastly, i embarrass myself with a lame drawing of conan o'brien i did because a friend made me miss him. i have been without cable for a month and a half now. it's painful, but i feel a little more productive. i just really miss watching the stock market and oprah and what not to wear and scrambled porn. but you get by. one day at a time.
this is conan off the top of my head, pretty lame. but practice is supposedly going to make perfect, which will ultimately go nowhere for me anyway.



ok i lied. lastly (again) is what i think everyone's friday song should be.

quite sincerely,
jordan