Say HO! (redux)

Dammit. So I sit and write about my San Diego trip, post pics, leave comments on each one, then this stupid shit hits an error screen. Back button don’t help, everything’s gone. So rather then try to remember what I wrote I’ll get straight to the pics/comments. If you want to know how SD went hit me up or ask me when you see me. I’ll say twas a mighty fine trip and I’ll have stories n shit. But for now enjoy the images.
Dave Crosland’s take on ODB

My man Felipe Smith schoolin motherfuckers on MBQ from TokyoPop.

Jamie S Rich, Chynna Clugston and Mrs. Jones….

Jim Mahfood and Dave Crosland

Me with the Eisner Award I ganked from Scott Morse.

Damn, I was floored when I saw the ornament in person. I had the biggest smile on my face and had to keep myself from breaking the display case and running off with the prototype. There’s something about seeing your work turned into a sculpted product..

This is a blow up of my cover for the Jingle Belle TPB at the Dark Horse Booth. It was a thrill getting to sign next to Paul Dini for an hour. That’s Paul on the right, waiting for Misty.

Live Art, BeeHive, San Diego 07/16
This was off the hook. I barely remember half the night. Folks kept buying us drinks when I got up to paint.AAAnd I did not take into account the booze Dave , Kelly and I were drinking before the jam. Yikes. Scott and Jim were joined on the boards by a bunch of Pixar dudes, Mark Andrews, Hector Casanova, Dave Crosland and lil old me.
Here I am drawing on a skate deck, colors laid out by Mahfood.

Here’s the finished deck, before it was sold $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

Jim Mahfood and Scott Morse doin their dang..

Well, that’s it for now. I hope I don’t lose this fuckin post again.
There’s no new sketches. I haven’t sketched or read much since I stopped taking the train. I have been using that time to do more piece work and write. You’d all be so proud.

Next week I promise I will post something (only for the bloggg only for the bloggggg!!!)special. And nice.

OH! I almost forgot- Randy Lander at the 4th rail gave my sketchbook (Some Bitch Told Me To Draw) and nice review. Thanks, Randy!
It’s at the bottom of the page.

Peace Out-
Baron Von Awesome
“Yoah Beiah!”

Comicon Funk Party 05 part 2: Live in Chicago

Yes Yes, Y’ALL!
It’s that time again! Jim Mahfood, Dave Crosland, Mike Bianco and myself will be painting live right in front yo eyes at the Black Beetle (which is but a small jaunt from my apartment. Be there, superhoes and prudes alike!

Also, I will post again, prolly tomorrow (or later today) with pics and words from my trip to San Diego.

JJ Oppenheimer


The following 3 page comic was published in last year’s United Front from The Contemporary Cartoon Militia. I’ve got a couple more shorts that have not been posted online yet.
This one, though, has a different meaning for me now than it had when I did it. At the time (and at various points in my 6yr relationship) I’d get the gut feeling to just up and leave. Leave my love, my home, my job, my family and friends. Leave my childhood. I guess it might have been the fear of never getting to experience the world outside of Lansing/Cal City. I used to dream of going to California(que the Led Zepplin tune), even before I had ever been there. I had no intention on actually acting on these feelings. There was way too much to lose, so I wrote these feelings off as pure fantasy. I still regard them as such. Now that Sara and I are no longer together and I’m living in the city, I now have fantasies of the reverse. Her and I settling down and living the suburban life. Kids, cars, pets and homes. Unfortunately that’s as unrealistic as Jose the jetset superstar artist. My purpose and motivation always seems to lie on the other side of the fence.
But, as for the strip, I was mad stressed.Most times I felt like I couldn’t handle a full time job, a girlfriend, freelance work, plus the everyday bullshit most of us go through. Listening to the Diverse song, “Leaving” (from his album 1 a.m.) inspired me to act out my feelings on paper. I used Mario and the Princess from Super Mario Bros as thinly veiled versions of Sara and I.I never properly explained to her the way I felt. I should have. I never wanted her to think I wanted to bounce because of her. Or that I didn’t love her anymore.In fact, she’s the reason I stuck around so long. It’s just that sometimes you don’t belong where you’re at,and you gotta take flight.What I wanted more than leaving was leaving with her. That wasn’t in the cards.
When the comic came out, she mentioned at how depressing the story was. I don’t think that’s the case at all. It’s not depressing at all. Sad? sure. Not all choices result in happiness, but nonetheless probably the right thing to do.

Since the move, I haven’t been sketches much (or even at all..). But I am getting back to hauling ass on Teen Heaven. Hopefully I’ll have a preview of the first chapter for San Diego next week, and the second chapter for Wizard World Chicago in August. So if you see me at either stop me and ask about Teen Heaven. I’m so fucking proud of this story.