White Trash Art

Channelling My Inner Mullet

I openly admit that I get a bit obsessed with TV shows, and can form un-natural bonds with cartoon characters. It all started with Tennessee Tuxedo and Chumley in '78, and has worked it's way to the latest of my kindred painted and inked spirits: Krystal.

Squidbillies is just the greatest cartoon ever if you love trashy Americana. It was as if it was penned and voiced over just for little 'ol me. I just love it. You should check it out.

Krystal is a side character: ex-girlfriend/one night stand of the main character Early, who could be described as a cross between Tommy Lee Jones as "Doo" in Coal Miner's Daughter and the bastard child of 10,000 raving Nascar fanatics on crystal meth. She is morbidly obese, promiscuous, lives on a stained mattress in the center of a junkyard, and has lines trimmed into the side of her mullet. Love at first sight.

So, just to be the lamest, no-life having bee-hatch this side of the Rockies, I made a "Krystal" myspace page. Complete with poorly drawn Krystal stuck in social interactions. Come be my friend.

 


 

My ghost hunting days are over

After neglecting to update my website for a year or so, I've decided to switch to this blog format. I figured I could publish my new artwork here, as well as pepper the page with content I usually saved for ghosttraveller.

I doubt I'll be doing any more ghost mapping any time soon, however. My interests have changed since I started that endeavor, and with all the newfound hubbub (what with the cheesy TV shows about 'ghost hunters', 'clairvoyants', etc, etc) it just plain wasn't that unusual a subject or much fun anymore. Every fucking asshole who opened up a hotel or restaurant in North America seemed to like to say they had a "benevolent spirit" lurking about. Whatever. Rats more like.

I will happily be posting any strange vintage recipes I find, like I used to in Peggy's Antiquated Recipes and Sancho's Museum of Culinary Disasters. In fact, I just saw one recently that I'm dying to get out to you all: "Corn Cob Jelly". I gotta snag that cookbook from my mom before I can get it to you, so I promise I'll do it. I just love disgusting old cookbooks.

As for me, I've been freed from a 10 year relationship (read: dumped for the big tittied, younger personal assistant) and have moved from the White Trash mecca that is Reno, Nevada back to my original White Trash roots in Wenona, Illinois. Along with me came my trusty companion, Sancho the Rhodesian Ridgeback. And with that pet reference I come full circle, as I reminisce of my very first website of nine years ago: Sancho's Creepy Doghouse of Terror. I do indeed miss the stone age of internet blogging, when nearly everybody had some title with too many adjectives and no domain to call their own. God bless GeoCities and Tripod: training wheels for half-assed website developers.

Thanks if you are visiting. I hope to make it visually and contextually interesting.