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Slayer For Girls

THRASH METAL GENDER EQUALITY. Now in pink or blue baby tees for girls! Comes with a free cinnamon lip gloss.

Sketchlings

Here are the first sketch ideas for my animated cartoon.

I'm so excited.

Mega-doodles

I'm interning at a 3D animation studio, and find myself doodling a lot more as I work. I love those days where you just put on music for a few hours and fill up a whole page with drawings. I found some ancient mega-doodles in a box. Oodles of doodles! :)

Doodles Lately

A couple of doodles from my little notebook that I do on the bus, and a second abstract design from my big sketchbook. I'm almost out of pages in both, so, time to buy new drawing books!

Oh Mr. Sun

The last ten days of my summer so far.

This weather is ridiculous. Grey overcast clouds, rain, sun, clouds,
wind, more clouds, sun, rain and so forth. I'm stuck in limbo
clothing wise. The other day I went out for a walk in a winter jacket
because of the cloudy-rainy-ness. Then after I started walking, it
became sunny any warm, and people must have thought I was
a nut-bar for wearing and furry wool jacket in the midst of summer.
The weather channel is going to be obsolete soon.
It's impossible to predict the weather system here.

It's Wednesday. Also, summer.

It's officially summer because I have a sunburn. Today was a nice day. That is all.

Happy Fathers Day

I was hammering something in my room yesterday, and when I went upstairs, my dad asked what I was doing. I really didn't feel like explaining the dumb projects I do in my room, so I just refused to tell him for my own amusement. He gets kind of paranoid if he doesn't know what's happening. So despite his desperate attempts to figure out what I was doing, and his mounting distress, I kept it to myself. He went silent, and was obviously confused trying to figure out what I could possibly have been doing. Next time I'm bored and need some comedic relief, I'm just going to start pretend-hammering and drilling in my room when my dad is home.

This is my dad and the awesome new stairs he built with the same hammer and drill I use to confuse him.

Men.

What's a girl to do with a silly boy?

This is a section from a short comic I made about a week of my life back in September, 2005.

This is the kind of crap I have to deal with having a younger sister

Dear Cosmopolitan Customer Service,

My younger sister (15 yo) used my name/email to enter one of your FREE bikini-give-away contests on cosmopolitan.com, because I am of the age of majority and she is not. Apparently, this contest indicated that there was 'NO PURCHASE NECESSARY.' However, when she completed the contest form it indicated that I was now subscribed to Cosmopolitan Magazine, and would subsequently be billed $26.00. I have canceled this subscription, yet I am unsure if I will still be sent an issue/be billed for said issue. I do not want any issues of Cosmopolitan Magazine, and thus, do not wish to be charged any monetary amount.

If I am billed after contacting you at this email address, I will take matters further. This is due to the fact that you stated on your contest form that 'NO PURCHASE (was) NECESSARY.' Hence, you flagrantly lied, and your policy is incongruent and misleading, which is unlawful for a company such as yourself.

Please do NOT send me Cosmopolitan, and do NOT bill me.

Thank you kindly,

Kalena Mackiewicz

The scapegoat

Epic Twit

I asked for some suggestions for cartoons to draw on Twitter. Here's one one my favorites:

"How about a chicken stepping on a bird. No! A muscle-man playing a flying V guitar jumping out of a dragon's mouth."

Happy Easter

Happy Easter.
I disappointed a lot of children today. They were super excited to see someone dressed up as an Easter bunny, and assumed I had chocolate. I did not.

"I have nothing to declare except my genius"

I was reading about Oscar Wilde and saw this picture. It suddenly dawned on me why he looked really familiar.

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My dream is really obscure, you've probably never heard of it

I just uncovered literature of an unfortunately hip dream I had on April 1st, 2008. I realize this is one of the most hipster dream you could probably have. All that's missing are some records, PBR and a fixed-gear bike. My mind might have collapsed under such irony.

"I had a dream last night about Allen GInsberg. I just finished doing a History essay, so I guess he's been on my mind lately. So I am at an outdoor market, it's late in the afternoon in Spring. There's a lot of people, and as I meander around, I find this one tent that looks like an Indian market stand. There's a man inside who I recognize, and identify him as Allen Ginsberg.

He doesn't look like the young, short haired Ginsberg, nor the older, balding, bearded, mountain-man Ginsberg with glasses. He looks more like actor David Cross, just as himself, but with a beard. I call over to him, we talk briefly about something and he whips out this weird bong from under a strange cloth with patterns, like burlap, only, with a silky texture? A large crowd gathers as he goes to light it. He sets his beard on fire.

We go inside a building, and end up in a reddish-colored salon-type drawing room. His beard is not on fire anymore. There are old photographs everywhere on the walls and bookshelves full of books. I sit down on the corner of a chair. It looks like an old black one my family owned (it was from Ikea. Go figure). A guy about my age, wearing a black & white checkered shirt, plops in the chair casually, as if he owned it. He introduces himself. His name was something like Himberg, or Ghilbert, Hilmborg, Hamgirb. Something odd, and similar to Ginsberg. Had the letters H and G for sure.

Anyway, turns out Allen Ginsberg was my teacher. I was in some kind of classroom, apparently. Then my younger cousin Lucy came into the room, and we started eating Cheez-It crackers. Too many, in fact. When we were leaving and walking home, we both mentioned that we felt really sick from the Cheez-Its."

Then I woke up and ate breakfast as if this had never happened.

Tim & Eric Awesome Band, Great Job!

It's definitely a surreal experience when you see your favorite comedic tv heroes 7 feet away from your face, as real live, living, breathing human beings. From 2D to full on technicolor 3D! The Tim & Eric Awesome Tour Chrimbus Spectacular officially started its journey in Seattle on Monday. Totally awesome vacation!!! In honor of these gentleman, I made this poster from an early recording of their band at a house show. I really love the early film archives. You can really see where the evolution of their alternative comedy developped from.

Thank you to the most talented and inspiring people on television. Great Job!

http://timanderic.com/movies.html

First Festival

"Bad Habits" has been accepted to the 41st Student Film and Video Festival (part of the World Film Festival) in Montreal. August 28th to September 1st.

El Dorado

I collaborated with a game designer who is developing an iPhone application game, and I was hired to do an illustration for it. I wish I could get hired to work somewhere in this city; it's getting ridiculous.

Bad Habits update

Bad Habits was finally completed April 23rd. Here's a screen shot from the classroom scene. I'm in the process now of sending it out to a number of festivals in North America. There were a lot of moments during the production of this film where I really did not want to continue, but I am so glad I came through and completed it. The audience reaction of laughs and "ews" is exactly what I wanted.