Bill, Jerry, and I were at the San Diego Comicon on Friday and Saturday. Good times. It was super cool to catch up with the Muttpop fans. Tons of super cool folks who were lucky enough to walk away with some amazing sketches by Bill.

San Diego weather is always nice. And the crowd's energy brought us all to a frenzy. I pretty much gave in to the sensory overload. There was too much to take in... but I enjoyed what I could. I really dug some of the new Transformer Animated toys (damn, should have taken some photos). I also picked up that amazing Martin Ontiveros X Gargamel Oni Ojo figure, the Gold Deatbot (I still like my OG Deathbot more), and a Tokidoki Sandy plush for my girlfriend.

Taking part in the Eisner Awards was pretty cool. It was surreal seeing Samuel Jackson give out an Eisner. It just goes to show how much San Diego Comicon has become an extenson of Hollywood. Despite that, it was pleasant to see, hear, and feel that the overall vibe of the Eisners is "make good comics". Forget that lustre of hollywood and just focus on making some damned good comics that people can enjoy. I like that (and hope we are successful at doing it). I was super happy to see Gabriel Ba and Fabio Moon clean up the Eisners. I love what they did on Casanova, Umbrella Academy, and 5.

We didn't win for "Best Humor Publication"... but at least the guy that did had a funny acceptance speech (made the hurt go down a little easier). And it got me inspired to focus on reaching out the the comic community. We've been a bit slow at reaching out to the comics community and they still gave us props. Now I'm inspired to reach out to them and fight with them in the trenches. Thanks!

Wow. Came back from my Bachelor Party on Sunday evening... but I haven't been feeling quite right until today.

Vegas is a very bad place! My best man, Chuck, set us all up at a VIP Suite at the Mirage. A total of 17 buddies came out over the course of 2 days.

I consider Friday the "ugly" side of my Bachelor Party and Saturday the "beautiful" side.

After a bit of a strong pre-party in the hotel room, we went downstairs to the Jet Club. It happened to be the same night as Celtic's Paul Pierce's celebration. The night involved far too many drinks in far too little time with a bunch of bachelorette parties. Let's just say that by 12am, I was kicked out of the club as a result of the mess I made at our table. My buddies had to carry me out of the club as I partook on a "walk of shame" back to my hotel suite. Fortunately, I don't remember any of that. What I do remember is waking up curled up on the toilet room floor. Like I said: UGLY.

Somehow I managed to wake up on Saturday feeling pretty good. I was a little dizzy and queasy, but felt really good considering what I had put my body through the night before. We started off the day at Tao Beach. Tao Beach was ridiculous! I have never seen so many beautiful people in one place in my entire life. And everyone was having an awesome time drinking, getting tan, and mingling in a day pool amidst some of the dopest DJ mixing I've heard since DJ Z-trip. I kept my drinking to $12 bottled water (no joke)... which helped get me back to my norm. I wasn't feeling completely right until the DJ pulled out some crazy mix where he started with Estelle's "American Boy", mixed that seamlessly with Daft Punk "Around the World", then some Outkast, and finished it off with some Gorillaz. Somehow that specific mix revitalized me and told me that I was in for one helluva a beautiful Saturday.

We ended our evening at Wynn's Club Tryst. Some super cool ladies we met up at Tao decided to meet up with us at Tryst, which was a pleasant surprise. We ended up drinking, dancing, and chilling to nights end. A perfect way to end 2 nights of debauchery.

Shockingly, no Strip Clubs were a part of my celebration. A few of my boys ended up going, but I was either too messed up or having too much fun at the club to go.

On Sunday, Bill and Jerry joined me for a comic signing at Comic Oasis. I'll give my spin on that later.

Pics below are from the more sober parts of Friday.

In preparation for San Diego Comicon, Bill's arriving in Los Angeles tomorrow and will be joining Jerry and me on our Muttpop Adventures for the next 2 weeks. This time around we have plenty in store for Bill to experience! I'm getting married in a little over 2 weeks... so Bill's lucky enough to join me and my old buddies for my Bachelor Party Weekend in Las Vegas. It'll be Jerry and Bill's first time in the City of Sin and we'll be sure to chronicle the debauchery right here on the Blog. Give us your good luck for the Black Jack tables and the ladies...

(here's a "wholesome" Jerry and Bill picture from Bill's previous visit)

Yet again, Gobi inspires the Muttpop Crew! The first pic is my homage to Gobi's Butcher book pic, followed by wonderful homages by Ohm (lead artist of our upcoming Tcho By Ohm line), Tanquerelle (artist of Luchadoritos), Jerry, and finally Gobi's original pic.

Just to give you some context, Gobi and Jerry's latest Tequila story has a sequence in a meat butcher shop. Gobi was able to find the glorious photo book of butchered meats from his local butcher in preparation for illustrating the sequence in comic form. The picture was so classic that we all had to chime in with our own rendition.

Actually, reality is we're all exhibitionists that love to share our hairy nipples with the world. God bless the world wide web.

Here's a rare glimpse at my "Divine Cabinet of Perfection". Seeing it with your own eyes is equal to things like King Tut's tomb or that fake Jesus towel. It's way better than that overrated "Body Works" exhibit of embalmed dead people.

While the majority of you have generic Ikea display cases made by Chinese robots, my display case was made 100s of years ago by skilled carpenters in the dry lands of India! Each panel of wood has the scars of hardship and Nature's scorn. It's the PERFECT cacoon for our figures (the GUTS of Muttpop).

While I wait to fill the remaining 2 shelves with more Muttpop perfection, I'm keeping those shelves busy with only the finest of Japanese Kaiju and some sentimental Western classics.

Jerry nearly sobbed of jealousy when he saw my cabinet. Photos can do it no justice... but alas there is no other way to capture it's beauty.

I just received a few nice Lucha Libre Mask I purchased online.

A few years ago, I had a gorgeous Blue DOS CARAS mask... but Gobi fell in love with it during his first visit to Los Angeles and (being the swell guy that I am) I gave it to Gobi. Upon seeing the mask, Gobi's eyes just lit up... and when I'd catch him ravenously putting on the damned thing in the mirror every time I left him alone for a second I had to give it to the crazy feller. Plus he has major issues with drooling and allergies... and seeing the inhuman amounts of snot and slobber Gobi would leave on the mask, I concluded that I could either concede and give the mask to Gobi or throw the thing away. Gobi's excrements are toxic... sort of like that alien from that movie (why do I always forget the name of that damned movie!?)...

Anyways, Bills coming into town in July so I figured I should prepare for his visit. This time I have 3 masks. I'm hoping that I'll be left with at least one of them by the time Bill leaves. But before Bill even arrives I want to make sure I choose my favorite and mark my territory with a ritualistic jock itch rub down... there's no way I can get jock itch on my face, right?

So, what mask makes me look SEXAY? Sexay like bull. No sexay like kitten.