Record Of A Militant Serialist

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77175202471828577722012-02-16T22:15:06.705-06:00Record Of A Militant SerialistTag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.comBlogger411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-44096418469236777072009-05-11T22:55:00.003-05:002009-05-11T22:57:59.687-05:00Mushroom Hunting

Drunk on sleep deprivation and the Pillows/FLCL.This also contains some favorite things:1. Tattoos2. Mushrooms3. Metal Gear Solid references3. Mudkipz (sorrz e'rebody)

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-65473389325196163022009-05-11T17:31:00.004-05:002009-05-11T17:39:05.064-05:00My 52nd Favorite Thing

Hey, "everybody!":This drawing contains many of my favorite things that I have enjoyed placing in my drawings for decade(s) past. They are:1.) Guns and Knives2.) Blood/Bandages3.) Smoking4.) A fucking rifle5.) References to the Military/War6.) WWII allusions (Swastikas)7.) Trigun/Metal Gear boots8.) Nonsense-cities9.) Eyepatches10.) Beards11.) Burning Buildings/Smoke/More Smoking12.) Little

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-24612759380713459732009-05-09T22:19:00.002-05:002009-05-09T22:24:22.752-05:00For Those About To Mock

We dispute you.

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-65136066329363286292009-05-09T02:46:00.004-05:002009-05-09T02:55:14.896-05:00Fright Night

Thought I'd go ahead an post one more little picture that really doesn't mean much, but I had thought it up while Karl and I were watching Fright Night and I was trying draw something. Although recently I've been working on writing the scripts for a werewolf comic that I've really been wanting to draw, Fright Night got me thinking of a vampire script I wanted to write set in the late 1800s in a

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-3433899614444579412009-05-09T01:31:00.002-05:002009-05-09T01:37:18.856-05:00I See Clearly Now The Rain Is Gone

Excuse the tacky title, but as it's May and I feel alive and healthy after the Worst Winter of My Life, I thought it'd tie in with the picture I was gonna post (since it references seeing but has nothing to do with the topic)." Not to mention, in a cornier sense, April is over (and we all know what April showers bring). With Karl's unmotivated ass forcing me to get things done along with the

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-68341470732323720502009-04-08T01:10:00.003-05:002009-04-08T01:24:32.555-05:00Get Innocuous!

Bah-di-ba-da-di-ba-dah-ta-bang-ta-bang-diggy-diggy:Three little sex stories cooked up for you (somebody) by Karl and Moi:1. Roommate ActionRoommate A walks in on Roommate B getting head from Roommate B's friend, Friend A. This is surprising to Friend A, who bites down on Roommate B's dick. Friends A swallows dick -- comic hilarity ensues.2. Coke ActionCokehead A puts coke on his dick and makes

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-1891548003354723722009-01-10T01:07:00.005-06:002009-01-10T01:16:20.888-06:00Mass Romantic

I don't even feel like posting some sporty little comment on the drawing below. It's been in progress for a year. I'm too exhasted on benzodiazephine to care what I say about it. Except that chick I drew looks light such a haughty bitch. I think I'll draw her a pair of Uzis like Winehouse has in the sketch.And below is the original sketch, if I didn't already post it (I don't recall doing so)

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-60907394032569598422008-12-09T23:46:00.004-06:002008-12-09T23:56:31.793-06:00BRAINFEEDER

It's been a while since I posted on here, but then it's been a while since I've had insane dreams (which I've been having). But I decided to post new scans of things I've been working on since I never work on new things. It's far from finished, but I figure what the hey, the finished product may never see the light of day. I'm definitely getting rid of the back leg and altering the torso to

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-75495407482294205292008-05-22T18:52:00.005-05:002008-05-22T19:18:35.336-05:00Big Ideas

A list of recent creative dawnings from myself and friends:Enamatic, a novel. A two parter, the first half is told from the enema's point of view, going in an 'cleaning out all the shit he keeps inside.' The second part is told from the point of view of the colonoscopy, or the 'resolutions' and the acknolwedgement of certain inalienable truths in daily living.Credit: John, Jeff, and

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-83613092684581920932008-05-22T18:10:00.006-05:002008-12-11T08:05:47.430-06:00The Golden Oldies with Vincent Vega

So I am more than aware that I have basically stopped posting in this blog, and my intentions are, as per usual, to continue posting as I originally had. Thanks to a string of strange dreams the mostly, if not always, involve people I'd rather not mention in this blog as the situations and occasions, no matter how involuntary (these are dreams, not rational products of my own design), are simply

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-90899861884071294262008-03-25T10:19:00.002-05:002008-03-25T10:42:26.897-05:00EVENT: DREAMLAND HOLOCAUST

So the dream I had last night was a bit striking, and although the last few nights have provided a slew of vivid, strange and somewhat emotional dreams, the bulk of them were either forgotten or involved people from real life in strange situations. The one however last night was vivid enough that, having waken up once again at a cliffhanger part, I was able to recall all of the events in the

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-15726816895564073642008-03-24T13:14:00.004-05:002008-12-11T08:05:47.678-06:00Blood On The Wall

So I finally got around to making that Justice shirt I've been wanting to make for some time. Thought I'd post this candid photo of myself wearing it.Hopefully this post suffices the requirement of posting at least once every few days with some new advancement in my life. I'm satisfied.

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-21741158554543828702008-03-14T02:43:00.003-05:002008-12-11T08:05:47.927-06:00Gimmicky

It's been so nice out, there was no reason to stay inside yesterday. Not to mention the elusive hipsters I spotted walking down by the library and my second run-in with the classy ladies featured in the last post's video. None of which, of course, was committed to photograph/video. For various reasons.Dreams of last night include, but are not limited to talking to Karl over the internet about

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-74010661831427181242008-03-11T17:48:00.009-05:002008-12-11T08:05:48.501-06:00A Moment Like This

In anticipation of many long, drunk nights of party photography, I expect many a capture to portray myself and other close friends in a light (or lack therof) that may or may not be too flattering. In fact, skimming through this here folder of almost every photograph taken with this like-new camera before Jeff did a somersault over an inexplicable concrete partition in the middle of a parking

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-7469987484988915622008-03-11T14:19:00.002-05:002008-03-11T14:23:42.200-05:00It's Getting To Be That Time Of Year...

Jeff got his camera back in the mail! It's fixed!! We can now document EVERYTHING!!! Are you as excited as I am!? Ok, maybe not-- but, seeing as this day is so nice and I might as well spend it outside while I get the chance before March decides to plumit back into the depths of early January, I will only update this with the note that I am working on a little Hellboy Poster and perhaps a

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-59164099817035938392008-03-10T14:32:00.004-05:002008-12-11T08:05:48.631-06:00MILK BOTTLZ

Hey HO! I woke up this morning with an image of this poster in my head. It's pretty simple, but oh well, simplicity often rules in these posters.

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-89212914475614422512008-03-10T11:43:00.003-05:002008-12-11T08:05:48.861-06:00Professional Nutters, Unite!

So nothing really happened on Sunday, besides a few shots of Jack in the afternoon and dinner at Applebee's, in the middle of which I confessed my status as a professional 'nutter.' Whatever that is. I must be crazy, though, with these dreams and whatnot. Although I don't remember most of the dream last night, I do remember a dark haired man and a blonde girl being teleported to this place

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-85099926941589145572008-03-09T00:42:00.004-06:002008-12-11T08:05:48.911-06:00The Bat!

Since writing that little post about how Batman has managed to invade my life from just about every angle, I got to doodling with my little piece of computer and my little black marker and between drawing a crass faux-advertisement for "Orphan Strippers down @ Whores Galore" for David's little car town-to-be-filmed and watching a massive exodus of dorks spill out of the local Gamestop and into

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-77013912227757083232008-03-08T11:19:00.004-06:002008-03-08T14:01:27.624-06:00Field Of Dreams

On an aside note from the art and current dreams, I wanted, also, to type down two other strange dreams that I recently remembered from all of this "I'm gonna write my dreams down!" bullshit. The two of them contain a sort of common aspect that I'll write about later in the second dream description (SPOILER: The title denotes that aspect!!)The first dream is responsible for my current fear of

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-80860474430867731682008-03-08T10:28:00.005-06:002008-12-11T08:05:49.349-06:00ENJOY PAVAOLI

DREAM TIME.Ok, I can't recall most of my second time sleeping's dreams, but I do know that one involved Jeff living at Target. You see, for some reason, Target was located in this supergigantic shopping mall located smack-dab in downtown Chicago, and around Christmas time, workers had to actually live at the mall so they could get more things done. So I went and lived in his small apartment

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-33551479522826027342008-03-07T11:18:00.003-06:002008-12-11T08:05:49.581-06:00After A Short Pause Of About 12 Hours

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-73565687392715230142008-03-06T14:39:00.001-06:002008-12-11T08:05:49.870-06:00Dredging Along

Ach, mein Gott, I am exhausted! And yet I still work on them! What is with me? More ideas, more ideas...Jesus.

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-10386786372417498522008-03-06T09:13:00.007-06:002008-12-11T08:05:50.973-06:00Ladies For Short Bus

Since I've moved from a werewolf mood to a lady mood, I jumped onto Photoshop and banged up (hehehe) a Short Bus poster. Although I'm sure that, once again, this does not advertise what kind of band Short Bus Bomb Squad actually is, it's still something to make, eh? When I hear metal, I think of the ladies! Although I think they're 'grindcore' actually...I left it bare so one can see it either

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-81685148601766280012008-03-06T08:17:00.004-06:002008-12-11T08:05:51.113-06:00Irrefutable Proof That Tag Hartman Is Indeed A Homosexual

If it hasn't become clear to those of you reading (Karl), I have decided to fill up the 1024 MB of space that Blogger.com allows me by uploading each day any piece of work/whatever I turn out that happens to be even remotely appealing to me. Sometimes this can mean finished pieces on the computer, sometimes this can mean sketches out of a two-dollar notepad. Recently, it's been sketches out of

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-4413214947208844622008-03-05T23:04:00.004-06:002008-12-11T08:05:51.456-06:00I Dreamt Last Night That A Werewolf Loved Me

I had a sort of uneventful dream today involving Jeff stealing an armored truck and getting chased down by Batman (who, by the way, scares the living shit out of me). Then I had one of those depressing dreams that Morrissey sang about -- you know, "I Dream Last Night That Somebody Loved Me?" Emo as that goes, it's true.Depressing, hm? I know. What to do when things like this happe--DRAW

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-35204839421787109462008-03-05T08:20:00.005-06:002008-12-11T08:05:51.644-06:00Muthafuckin' Werewolvezzzz

Sketchin' in a notebook so all this vector art didn't make me forget how to draw. Not that I knew how to draw to begin with. Why did I volunteer to stay up this long to take the car in again?

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-8038451164575704102008-03-04T22:13:00.007-06:002008-12-11T08:05:52.175-06:00Slothfulism

For Karl.Stupid rock show poster that does not, in any way, advertise what kind of rock bands these actually are.

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-69082092472574113442008-03-04T03:41:00.005-06:002008-12-11T08:05:52.906-06:00Short Bus Is Playing At My House

Poster time!! (This isn't an actual show, just another product of early-morning boredom.)

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-45101195936741910172008-03-03T18:50:00.006-06:002008-12-11T08:05:53.411-06:00D.A.N.C.E!!

No interesting dreams. Boredom leads to re-making Karl's beetle.

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-84763892164166861552008-03-02T05:42:00.004-06:002008-03-06T10:27:22.425-06:00Mines Of The Dead

I can't get to sleep and I've been thinking about disturbing dreams I've been having for some time now, and it has occurred to me that, although a brief and partially unexplainable one, about a week ago, I had another rather odd dream that was very similar to a section in the Giant Metal Tortoise dream.The dream was meant as a film trailer, I guess, and in my mind, the film, Mines of the Dead,

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-37433261127555490662008-03-01T17:26:00.016-06:002008-12-11T08:05:54.431-06:00"Now Is The Time That Man Repents"

The sketches of the dream are very shitty, and done very quickly, but the colours are spot on, and I think it at least gives a good impression of what I saw in the dream. The skull ball, however, is basically spot-on. These things are exactly what I saw, to a tee.Alright, it's not often that I have spectacular, narrative-like dreams. In face, I rarely ever have them, and when I do, I remember

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-26297766004615093002008-03-01T15:06:00.012-06:002008-12-11T08:05:54.787-06:00Shirts and Skins

I made an LCD Soundsystem shirt last night, since I don't have the money to be buying crappy shirts off the internet when I can make them myself. Plus, I've never found an LCD Soundsystem shirt anyway. I'm wondering James Murphy doesn't believe in that stuff. Not so special, but I like it! Plus, I did a small sketch recently of another, more intricate biker dude/afro/tattoo guy I was working

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-7739341919291609862008-03-01T14:55:00.002-06:002008-03-01T15:02:56.516-06:00Bear Love!

The other night, I had a very strange dream, and I thought I should start writing these things down since they have a weird impact on my life when I wake up. Although it's a very short description of the dream, since it wasn't very long, it was still a very odd one. I remember being in a version of Karl's apartment, the one he shares up at Columbia with his roommates. They weren't there, but

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-3759154626346469822007-12-26T17:38:00.000-06:002007-12-26T17:39:20.131-06:00Yeah, Well

'S been a while. So, yeah. Maybe it won't be, since, you know, I'm posting now. With nothing to say.

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-9328941197608801582007-09-13T14:27:00.000-05:002007-09-13T15:00:09.126-05:00UPDATE

Oh--oh! What's this!? Oh my God! I found an old pair of pants I thought I'd lost in the Great Falling Out! Oh, heavens -- today is going to be a good day.Also, interesting things from the British World.

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-7632708001635663652007-09-12T18:25:00.001-05:002007-09-12T18:30:21.260-05:00UPDATE

The Ice Cream man is still making rounds in September. On a positive note, he is playing the "Puff The Magic Dragon" theme song.

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-49334824933877465492007-09-12T16:59:00.000-05:002007-09-12T17:14:00.100-05:00LESSONS FROM THE BACKYARD: FAITH

I was casually skimming the trashy entries of Best Week Ever, laughing at something stupid and wishing we lived in a society that didn't completely hate itself, when I finally noticed what sounded at first like the bickering of two women just behind Jeff's house.Given the demographics of this neighborhood, and the topic of discussion, I figured that watching the real deal instead of looking up

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-79322322436229411822007-09-12T16:37:00.000-05:002007-09-12T16:44:52.927-05:00

Well, it's official. I thought that, for no reason, I post almost immediately after that last entry in order to let anybody who doesn't care about this know about it anyway. Who wants to go see them with me!?Also on the BBC; for some reason, this scares the shit out of me. It must have been what happened inside of my computer two days ago.

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-85801639927285858352007-09-12T16:34:00.001-05:002007-09-12T16:34:44.540-05:00

I like the new Go! Team CD. It gets four stars and a smiley face from me. :D

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-14182022755280085152007-09-12T13:39:00.001-05:002007-09-12T13:46:14.410-05:00

iTunes for some reason has decided to quit working. Why this is, I am not sure. I've never been able to figure out this archaic calculator.Which of course means only one thing. I'm still terribly frightened of my laptop computer and have decided to tuck it away in it's black carrying case until I'm feeling brave enough to tread the murky waters of molten metal personal computer hell.

Tag Hartmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08949831849403945634noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7717520247182857772.post-89628190283301181232007-09-10T16:41:00.001-05:002007-09-10T17:04:20.442-05:00DISCO INFERNO!!!

To commemorate the birth of this blog, my laptop computer has decided to officially scare the living hell out of me by burning in a hole next to the touchpad. I've been forced to cautiously keep my distance, eyeing the Sony Vaio I once cradled in my lap, listening to archaic CDs and waiting for Jeff's Dell to load everything. Never have I felt so alone and betrayed.On the plus side, I do get a

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