What time is it? IT’S SATURDAY!

That’s the crazy kinda shit that goes down with OzTAKU. If it confuses Westeners, it’s our bag! And we had a meet up on that Saturday.

Why do I bother mentioning a manga drawing community on a blog supposedly about gawths? Well, the answer should be that obvious, but in case it isn’t, you may have noticed a disturbingly large number of gawths still read comic books, particularly the slightly more “mature” kind, but either way, there are plenty of manga for goths. And if that weren’t enough to convince you, most of the community is full of goths anyway…

Lithe, pouting, full lipped pretty boys consistently mistaken for young women. Metal Heads consistently mistaken for insurance clerks. Supple young women consistently mistaken for Brian Malko. Minors consistently drawing pornography to vent sexual frustrations forced on them by overly restricitve ethnic parents, and others that inform you your facial hair feels somewhat like their nethers. Truly, it is a communicative paradise of comedy, comraderie and consistent face palming.

We aim for consistency you see.We also aim to be sell out whores, but somehow it fails, and we’re still poor. Damn you, starving artist stereotype!

Clearly though, this was getting me nothing but hunger. Hunger for comedy, lest I blow my brains out. So off I went, seeking such from other cartoonists.

Looking for comedy itself, I was sorely disappointed. There was nothing funny about Comic Book Funnies this week, much to my disappointment. What was I not disappointed by then? Why, The Sexy Men of Australian Australian Comics 2009-2010 Financial Year Calendar. Featuring sexy sexy men such as Patrick Alexander. And not only did I get to lust after such pinup material, I got to meet them too!.. Whcih is actually something I could do the first Saturday of every month at the Prince of Wales hotel if I wasn’t busy with other crap

But with that disappointment, I had no choice but to go home and weep… Or y’know, shower and change and get ready to go out to Black Widows.

I’ve got to say, it was a remarkably good night. The music was pumping up until about 2:00am when it became more glitchpop than industrial / danceable metal.

That, however, did not prevent me from being an angsty fuck, because I had not taken a fair does of Fukitol as I should have. The secret to happiness, after all, is self medication. This was qickly fixed with three shots of overpriced Sierra Tequila which I managed to get at a discount. I now recall why I stopped drinking cheap tequila. It didn’t help that people kept coming up and asking if it was Zak. For fuck’s sake, it was not fucking Zak! Leave Zak alone! Those that attempted to cheer me up, appreciated… but don’t do it next time.

 

Rant aside, perhaps the best part of the night was remaking aquaintance with someone who insists she’s a “sex ninja”. It’s certainly more original than “vampire”, and more interesting than “pagan / witch”. I’m leaving money on the dresser in the hopes that she comes some night. Although more entertaining was introducing her to Jaz. It’s always an awkward moment when introducing your partner to someone you met without her, regardless of your intentions. You’re unsure if they will get along, or throw down, and an inflattible children’s pool filled with jelly will mysteriously appear (well, it’s King Street).

Speaking of unspeakable sexiness, I did manage to catch up with my doppleganger and arrange to record his bizarre sex life for the purpose of documenting it as a comic. Said arranged time? Why, the very next day! And you’ll be privvy to the opening of that inanity tomorrow… Eventually, this recording will form the basis for an entire movement in and of itself: Wadeing in the Gene Pool.

To Be Continued… again…

You might also like to read:

1. Black Widows, White Weddings & Trips to the Brothel (pt1)
2. Black Widows, White Weddings & Trips to the Brothel (pt3)
3. Black Widows (26/09/09)
4. The Last Black Widows [VIC]

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