March 07, 2005
I dream of mediocrity
Just to prove I'm not all about chopping up web-smut and scribbling explosions all over it, here's a charming tableau featuring Maggot Head, star of a comic strip I never wrote about smelly, pikey kids living miserable lives on the poverty line. Sadly, it never made the schedules. And for those that know me, the resemblance to Maggot Head is purely co-incidental.
Posted by joeruddy at 02:02 PM | Comments (0)
Just to set the general tone then...
So this place is where I would appear to be positing all the scabrous bile that doesn't make it onto the web at www.suspectpackage.org. Which means you can expect to see more homicidal cyborgs, zombies, mutilation and misery. And toons.
So to get us into the swing of things, here's some 'arty' crap I've had floating around for the last year or so. OK so if the argument goes that the coverage of Gulf War 2 was verging on the pornographic, then to take that to a somewhat more asanine extent, one could extrapolate that, if the footage of rockets and guns going off mirrors a masculine, phallic, penetrating depiction, the logical mirror of that would be the yielding, feminine aspect, being struck and destroyed by said missiles.
To put it in a different vernacular, war is about who has the biggest gun, and who gets to f*** the other one up the backside with depleted uranium, armour piercing, high explosive rounds. Or something.
To this end I created the following series of works, entitled XXX TEEN SLUTS GET BLOWN UP BY RED HOT SHRAPNEL CONCUSSION-WAVE QWERTY CLICK HERE TO FIND OUT MORE. Hope you like them, why not download and discuss in an earnest fashion whilst reading Wire and drinking Rudeboys Tea (you know who you are).
Posted by joeruddy at 01:16 PM | Comments (0)
Regular Self-Examination
Is it a co-incidence the words 'Blog' and 'Bog' are so similar? The internet is a swampy miasma of badness and wrongness, threatening to suck us to our doom. Religiously radical rage, convoluted conspiratorial chatterings and a perpetual parade of porn pop-ups. As such it is the perfect place to showcase the material I will bring to this journal. All the random scribblings and occaisionaly disturbing lumps of creative phleghm thrown up by the lungs of my intellect. That is, as soon as I figure out how to use this thing.
Stand by. here goes.... gnnnnn
:: ding! ::
Posted by joeruddy at 11:24 AM | Comments (0)