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November 30, 2005
It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?
Posted by Tatsuya Ishida

Learning to Draw Comics: The Tatsuya Ishida Tutorial. Many of you have asked me to provide a step by step guide to creating comics, so here it is. First, get a writing utensil you feel comfortable with, and a piece of blank paper. Now, think of someone who made you feel like utter shit. Someone who shattered your world into a million pieces and you can't bear to even be in the same zip code as them cuz they tore you apart so thoroughly. Now the only way to put your world back together is to get revenge. That's right. You must become famous. You must become adored by strangers and make obscene amounts of cash and drive cars you can't pronounce and light fat cigars with rolled up hundred dollar bills, and that'll show her, the bitch. And when you have your own toy line and three film studios competing for the movie rights and Leo on your cell inviting you to join the Pussy Posse, maybe then those feelings of worthlessness and despair will forever disappear. Or maybe not. I don't know. But it's your best bet. Now pick up your pen and start drawing.

November 21, 2005
Her hair reminds me of warm safe place
Posted by Tatsuya Ishida

Confessions of a Teenage Messiah. Today I healed a bunch of lepers and ministered to sinners and whores. At Sunday school that Mary Magdalene sure was looking fine. If I were normal I would so hit it. But I'm not. So I won't. Life is so unfair. Why can't my dad be like other dads? Mine's perfect. And all powerful. You know what a pain in the ass that is? I'm scared shitless here! He says I have to go to camp. In the desert. For 40 days and 40 nights. And the camp counselor is THE FUCKING DEVIL. And he's gonna offer me cool things like money and power and fame and I have to turn them all down. WTF? I heard this Eastern dude, Bubba or something, did the same thing under a tree. What a weirdo. Gawd, my life is so lame. I have to save the world cuz daddy told me to. I hate you Dad! I hate you! JC <3 MM 4eva. Megadeth rulz zomgbbq1111!

November 14, 2005
I drove all night to be with you
Posted by Tatsuya Ishida

As you may have already guessed, I was away on my annual spiritual retreat to the Scientology Celebrity Centre for my Purification Rundown and upper level OT IV training. My auditor took my electropsychometer reading and I was relieved to learn my reactive mind and its influence on my Thetan soul essence were waning. Making such strides on the bridge to total freedom is a heady experience, and I momentarily felt my astral self break free from the bonds of MEST. This, I mused, is much better than getting hooked on crack by my psychiatrist. It was during this fine reverie that the wicked overlord Xenu attacked the compound. Bullets and laserbeams ripped through the glass windows, as an army of Potential Trouble Sources poured into the once placid palatial retreat. Alarms blaring and ammunition spraying, the invaders looked poised to take over. Then, on a cylindrical hydraulic platform near the north wall emerged alterna-rock sensation Beck clad in a shimmering polyester leisure suit. He belted out several obscure tunes from his eclectic oeuvre, and his invocations to "Sing along!" seemed to confuse and paralyze the alien army into submission. Needless to say, the bad guys are now safely detained in the Phantom Zone and justice prevails.
Oh, and Book 3 is out. Available through Cafepress and Amazon

April 21, 2005
We'll all float on okay
Posted by Tatsuya Ishida

On disappointment. Life is full of disappointment. Like, I'm still really ticked off that I'm not a superhero. I thought if I waited long enough I'd develop superpowers and start going on adventures. I'm starting to suspect that it may never happen. Where is my mutant healing factor? Where is my web-slinging ability and my own private batcave? I am very very very disappointed. Now look at me, some goofy webcartoonist doing funny drawings and shit. What the hell? How did my dreams go so terribly wrong? Then again, maybe the superheroes of the world are pissed that they're not webcartoonists. Maybe they're like, "How come I never developed any fantastic drawing skills? Where are my life drawing capabilities? Where is my command of composition and color, my lyrical storytelling and deft comedic timing? Oh cruel world, why oh why must I wear this gay costume and fight assholes in the streets day after day after day? Being a superhero sucks. Webcartoonists got it good! Luckyyyy!"
-T.

April 17, 2005
You like me because I'm a scoundrel
Posted by Tatsuya Ishida

You know how when rock stars play the guitar they make all sorts of funny faces cuz they're really into it? Well, when I draw I do the same thing. When I sketch I got that easy breezy too cool for school look. When I do inks I whip out my focus face, all intense and burning with concentration. When I mess up I get the angry Shit-I-Fucked-Up-Now-I-Gotta-Use-White-Out Scowl. Very sexy. Sometimes I get that pained expression when I'm doing ultra fine detail work. As I gear up for the big finish my strokes get quicker and quicker, my eyes bug out, my hair explodes like Yahoo Serious, I'm totally insane. Energies reach their breaking point. I can taste the final crescendo as it all comes together, all my skill and talent, my genius, my love, my truth, laid out there on what was once a clean white sheet of paper. Spent, I sit back, light a cigarette, wipe away the last remaining bits of eraser dust and purr, "Was it good for you too?"

April 10, 2005
Who do I have to sleep with to get a decent orgasm around here?
Posted by Tatsuya Ishida

The latest rumors on Tatsuya's whereabouts:
Checks into Shoplifters Anonymous; last seen stuffing his pants with shampoo bottles at a local 98 cent store. "I am the male Winona Ryder," he announces at his hearing.
Sucked into a space-time vortex and converted into pure energy like that albino guy in Powder.
Auctions himself on E-bay. Bitterly retracts his posting when the bidding plateaus at $4.35.
Wakes up from the Matrix. He is heralded as The One, saves the world, gets with Trinity, settles down in a suburban section of Zion and raises mini-Ones.
Decides to form the International Coaliton of Indecisive People. Then changes his mind.
Meets with four other high powered beings and together they form Tat-Tron, the super robot soldier of justice.
Watches Before Sunrise and Before Sunset back to back. Unable to withstand this brutal onslaught against his manhood, he jumps off a cliff, commits hara-kiri and detonates a pack of C-4 strapped to his body.

March 28, 2005
It's like technology versus horses
Posted by Tatsuya Ishida

As you may have already guessed, I am constantly under government surveillance. Like Cat Stevens, I am a seething cauldron of hardcore revolutionary fight-the-power-ness. A thorn on the side of The Establishment. A fly in The Man's ointment. Almost but not quite as incendiary as Kevin Bacon's dance stylings in Footloose. I'm that hardcore. In fact I'm so hardcore the military industrial complex now dedicates a large chunk of its annual budget to combatting the liberating effects of Sinfest. Several agents, disguised as "critics," write negative reviews and send me discouraging e-mails as part of a broad psy-ops campaign to dampen my spirit and derail the revolution. They've even brainwashed some civilians into thinking my strip is less than total complete genius. Do not be fooled by them. They are pawns of the power structure programmed to spread lies and misinformation. So remember: Read Sinfest. It is most brilliant and hilarious. Otherwise, you're a filthy nazi whore. You don't want to be a filthy nazi whore, do you? Of course you don't. Okay. All right, then. I'm outtie. Viva la Resistance!

October 31, 2004
Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight
Posted by Tatsuya Ishida

I believe most Americans voted for John Kerry. I believe the exit polls that indicated a massive Kerry landslide. I believe Americans saw through the Republican propaganda machine and rejected it. I believe the heart and core of America is guided by a deeper and better wisdom than what the cynics tell us. All interpretations of this so-called Bush victory brand us as cowards, bigots, or idiots. I don't believe their analysis. I don't believe their results. I don't believe that gender panic and "moral values" caused Americans to vote for more war, more torture, more corporate power. I don't believe Americans turned their backs on the world. I don't believe Americans care only about American casualties. I don't believe we have closed our hearts to the suffering of others. I believe Americans have a capacity for compassion and generosity, for heroism and self-sacrifice that puts to shame all the warmongering and fearmongering of the current regime. I believe the great legacy of 9/11 was the immediate sense of community and connectedness and willingness to understand the rage against America. I believe that glimpse of universal brotherhood, not the march to war, was the true face of humanity. This is my article of faith. This is my faith-based opinion. This is my gut instinct.

August 8, 2004
The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
Posted by Tatsuya Ishida

Election news:
Slim Fast Veterans For Truth attack Whoopi Goldberg's dietary record. "She never really drank any of that stuff," says the group's spokesperson. "She is unfit to lead fat people."
Dick Cheney insists on link between Al Qaeda and Kevin Bacon. Al Qaeda was trained by the CIA which was created by Harry Truman who dropped the bomb which was conceived by the Manhattan Project which was a movie starring John Lithgow who was in Footloose with Kevin Bacon.
Face Lift Veterans For Truth attack Teresa Heinz Kerry's cosmetic surgery record. "Sure she had Botox injections," snarled spokesperson Michael Jackson. "But did she have full blown reconstructive facial surgery? I don't think so."
George W. Bush unveils bold new "compassionate bombing" philosophy in his nomination speech. "I believe in compassionate air strikes, a compassionate war, compassionate torture with a good heart."
Martians invade Earth after receiving intelligence that Bush was plotting a Mission to Mars. Although they find no Weapons of Mars Destruction they insist we had the capacity to build them. Alien war profiteers reopen Alcatraz, rename it Abu Probe, proceed to "interrogate" humans.

August 1, 2004
Stop, childre, what's that sound?
Posted by Tatsuya Ishida

When I was little I thought adults had it made. They were much bigger, first of all, and they had all this cash to buy all the candy and toys they wanted. They went to these mysterious things called "jobs" and they could drive those car machines. What's more, they seemed to know things I didn't know. Important things. Meaningful things. Like how come sometimes they left the turn signal on after they'd already made the turn? There must be some reason to leave that bink bink bink sound on. But under what circumstances? And for how long? And why does monetary currency come in 1s and 5s and 10s but not 3s or 7s? This was especially crucial because I had big plans to one day utilize this money stuff to purchase large amounts of candy and toys. What if I went up to the cashier with a batch of Now-and-Laters and Transformers and he rang me up and it came out to $7.32? I'd look pretty foolish standing there without a 7 dollar bill. Or a 32 cent coin, for that matter. Anyway, these and other questions filled my childhood, but I had faith that, once inducted to the hallowed space of adulthood, the answers would come...

July 26, 2004
I don't need no makeup, I got real scars
Posted by Tatsuya Ishida

More news:
Slim Fast hires Dick Cheney as new spokesperson. "Go fuck yourself. Big time," reads new slogan.
Weapons of mass destruction finally found in Iraq: Commercial airplanes.
9/11 Commission goes on book tour to promote its debut release. Critics pan the tome as a "failure of imagination."
KFC chickens riot, capture Colonel Sanders and threaten to behead him unless all their brothers and sisters are liberated. Company officials blame the movie Chicken Run.
Gay mafia leaves a decapitated head of a French poodle in George Bush's bed. Commander in chief vows to smoke out the anal-doers and rid the world of gayness.
John Ashcroft makes surprise visit to Urban League, introduces himself as "J. Ash," performs hip hop version of his classic hit single "Let the motherfuckin' eagle soar."
Terror color chart changed to black and white to better reflect administration policy.
Latest conspiracy theory contends that a shadowy cabal known as the Bulliminati is covertly fattening up Americans with misleading nutrition information to usher in a Fat World Order.

March 28, 2004
We're not gonna take it anymore
Posted by Tatsuya Ishida

New reality shows slated for the fall season:
The Candidate. George W. Bush and John Kerry spend a whole month together in a mansion filled with lobbyists. Who will get in bed with whom? Don't miss the sizzling behind the scenes deal-making. Each episode concludes with both candidates handing out long-stemmed roses to their favorite special interest groups.
The Apprentice of The Dark Side. The evil Emperor must choose among several aspiring Sith Lords, all vying for the coveted job of "Darth Executive," in charge of overseeing construction of the Deathstar. Each round eliminates a contestant with the famous tagline "You're fired," and is then zapped with lightning and thrown off a ledge to his infernal doom.
Aramaic Idol. The nation wide search for the next messiah. Come put your healing powers to the test and go head to head with other saviours and miracle workers for the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever and ever amen. Produced by Mel Gibson.
CNN Cribs: News Anchor Edition. Paula Zahn gives a sneak peek of her kickin' pad in the O.C., all West Coast flava y'all cuz the bitch is mad bangin' wit the bling bling, know what I'm saying? Holla!

March 21, 2004
Evil from the Eighth Dimension!
Posted by Tatsuya Ishida

On suffering. You gotta wonder about suffering. Like, why is it even here? Who let this crap into the universe? Aren't there like, karmic bouncers patrolling the space-time continuum, making sure a nuisance like suffering doesn't creep into existence? Where does this shit come from? If I were designing the cosmos, I wouldn't make the stuff. I'd make only varying degrees of happiness. So you'd have your standard issue Contentment, right, which you can upgrade to Satisfaction, and later trade that in for the fully-loaded fuel-injected Happiness. Along the way you can accessorize with stuff like Bliss, Pleasure, Joy, Euphoria and Ecstacy. I'll even throw in some real potent shit like Super-Orgasmo-Love'splosion that'll like, kill you and resurrect you at the same time. Oh, my universe would rock. All Bliss, All The Time, baby. It'll be the Amsterdam of existence. The Happiest Universe in the World. But then, if the world was like that people would be jonesin' for Super-Orgasmo-Love'splosion all the time. I mean, Contentment is nice and all, but it sort of sucks donkeyballs compared to the real good shit, ya know? So there'd be all these joy junkies and cartels and gang wars and death and, well, suffering. Which brings us back to square one: Who let this crap into the universe?

March 14, 2004
Have you ever been experienced?
Posted by Tatsuya Ishida

And now some more made up news:
The Democratic and Republican Parties are co-opted by corporations and subsequently renamed The Pepsi Party and The Coca-Cola Party. "Now I understand the difference between the two sides," said one college freshman. Meanwhile, Ralph Nader announces his candidacy under the Shasta Party.
Bush discovers weapons of mass destruction in the U.S. "Pinch my tits!" shrieked the commander in chief. "We're evil-doers!" After a hastily cancelled national emergency Dick Cheney and Condoleezza Rice wrestle the President to the ground and explain that "we're the good guys so it's okay."
State to require a "screwing test" for those seeking a marriage license. Couples will be evaluated in several key categories, including thrust per minute ratio, "orgasm faces," and screaming decibel.
Arnold Schwarzennegger promises to "terminate Iraq." "I will governate them and I will grope them and I will say 'Hasta la vista, camel babies!' I'm so excited my muscles are bulging with pah-wer."

March 7, 2004
I'm sorry. Did I break your concentration?
Posted by Tatsuya Ishida

Some rumors circulating about Tatsuya Ishida's disappearance:
After years of hedonistic excess and debauchery he donates all his belongings to charity and decides to "walk the earth."
Convicted on four counts of obstruction of justice, perjury, and general badness, he is sentenced to 15 years in maximum security prison.
After inadvertently exposing his right nipple on network television he is taken in by federal authorities and beaten like Jesus.
He finally succumbs to the Dark Side of the Force and slaughters a village of Sand People.
Tibetan monks identify him as the 15th Dalai Lama and arrange for his immediate evacuation.
Friends and family conduct an intervention and send him to rehab, where he battles his addiction to sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll. So far no progress has been reported.
Upon serving his requisite number of years as emissary on earth his people from Planet Pimptastica come to take him home.

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