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I Wanna Pose

This one is on the “experimental” side, and will likely annoy most people (edit – it was actually the most popular song in June. All of Dreilide’s songs were the most popular in June). 

I liked asian chipmunk voice singing better when I made this, and less now.  The first verse might be Elvish, or it might just be gibberish.  The second and third verse are something that will be easy for the right person to figure out.

I Wanna Pose

(Gibberish? Elvish?)

I wanna pose!

lose clothes

I wanna pose!

lose clothes

She’s my everything!

suri lassi tari lanti lori ai!

noralda mara ev hime one yen!

Vania udar telin ev yini!

Mirror avi lise marti or me!

I wanna pose!

lose clothes

I wanna pose!

lose clothes

She’s my everything!

I wanna pose!

lose clothes

I wanna pose!

lose clothes

She’s my everything!

maru tellu arden pellu and

leni ra tin tin, neya ini luni

nenin iri tare iri ma

YO!

hisra leo iri calcie

La la la

Farewell!

Bikini Dreilide’s Garage

Dreilide’s vocal quality could be better in places, but I dig the psychedelic, southern rock guitar.  I was pretty happy when that finally popped out.  You’ll have to sit through a lengthy monologue from The Force Known as Michael Bay.  It might be funny.  The real one probably doesn’t sound like this, but what does a shapeshifting trickster god really sound like?  The “real” one is just fooling you, he sounds like this.

Bikini Dreilide’s Garage

Let’s talk about titties!

Greetings, I’m the Force Known as Michael Bay!
Blockbuster film director
and the benevolent –
and trustworthy –
god of your universe and all others!

I love the female body, and I love filming the female body!

Just ask fox goddess Megan! Still got your casting tape, baby!

Remember how I had her bent over the engine bay of that old Camaro, in the kid’s movie about alien robots?

That was good stuff, but I want to go bigger and bolder!

I want to make my version of the Duke’s of Hazzard, but the whole cast will be hot chicks in bikinis!

It’ll have fast cars, and explosions, and explosions blowing off bikinis!

There’s no angle I won’t film a tit from, and I love ’em in all sizes – big, bigger, and biggest!

I’ll jiggle ’em and wiggle ’em,
bounce ’em and jounce ’em,
soap ’em and poke ’em,
hang ’em out
and drag them across the hood of the General Lee!

There will be titties as far as the eye can see!

We tried being sophisticated in the comic, and that sure didn’t work!

This time we give the fans what they want – tits and ass!

All the tits, and all the ass!

Yeeee HAAAAW!!!

Welcome to Bikini Dreilide’s Garage!!
Where we prefer products made by Dodge!
No replacement for displacement,
four cylinders ain’t meant for racin’.

We’ve got V8’s and rear wheel drive,
fat wheels that grip and don’t slide.
Things besides cars that draw your eyes
Wrenchin’ in the shorts
that don’t touch the thighs

Make no mistake
Your heart hits
where your aim is
if britches could talk
these would say
“I’ll make you famous!”

Bay – Who will wash my Ferrari?

Drey – Not me!

Just another daaaaay-
-at Bikini Dreilide’s Garage!
At night, gettin’ cheeky at the Piggy Lodge!
Skin flash, get cash
Moparts for 440 Darts
Direct Connection to
speed perfection!

Make no mistake
Your heart hits
where your aim is
if britches could talk
these would say
“I’ll make you famous!”

Bay – Who will wash my Ferrari?

Drey – Not cool!

Southern honor demands satisfaction.
Pop a wheelie, get more traction
Take your pink in 8 seconds flat.
Flatter than an ass that won’t bring a honky back!
Now that’s flat!

Make no mistake
Your heart hits
where your aim is
if britches could talk
these would say
“I’ll make you famous!”

Bay – Casting time! I need you to put the Daisy Dukes on, and wash my Ferrari. Make it sexy! Make it HOT!

Drey – Who would wash your Ferrari
when it’s not that fast?

Dodge Charger,
Road Runner,
or Hemi Under Glass!

Bay – Richard didn’t drive that!

Sigh.

Let’s try something different.

We’ve got Richard Petty’s 1974 Daytona winning Dodge Charger, will you wash that?

Drey – HELLL YEEAAHH!

The Devil of Level Cross

The Devil of Level Cross

The Devil of Level Cross
rode into Georgia like a boss
to a county you ought to know.
He was lookin’ for two boys
in a bright orange car
who were musclin’ in on Thunder Road.

Now the Good Lord looks away
when these ‘shiners go to war.
Dukes in a heap of trouble
Richard’s come to settle score.
He might want to let them go,
he doesn’t get real mad.
But you’ve got to drive hard
when Lee Petty is your dad.

The boys were easy to find.
They didn’t know they had to hide.
The King idled on up,
invited them for a drive
down a long country road
and loaded with ‘shine.
If they could beat him without losing any
they’d get an engine made of gold.
But if they couldn’t,
Maurice would take their souls.

You could call this episode
“Uncle Jessie’s Big Mistake.”
The Duke Boys tried real hard
but they couldn’t pull away.
You can’t beat the Pettys
with an engine that they made.
And when Cooter installed it
he should have taken off the restrictor plate.

Pretty car, pretty boys but neither so fast.
Soon it was clear that the chase wouldn’t last.
The blonde tried to jump but Maurice didn’t care.
He shot the General’s tires out while it was in the air.
Maurice got their balls and Richard got the bat.
Tires weren’t going to be the only things flat.
When a Jeep with long legs drove by.

The Pettys liked what they saw
so the Duke boys didn’t have to die,
if cousin Daisy would only switch sides.

And she did.

Cousins can only go so far.

More Pettys on the way.

The Petty family will live

forever.

Ride the Lightning Queen

Ride the Lightning Queen

Violence is violence
So keep your silence
My sweet dreams were made of piss
I’m the wrong girl to fuck with
Thoughtless! Thought wrong!
Wrong move! It’s on!

Everybody wants some
until they get some

Everybody wants some
until they get some

Everybody wants some
until they get some

Everybody wants some
until they get some

Stars collide
and angels die
Over the bloody sea,
in bloody sky
is where I fly

God’s thunder
cries my name
as I energize
So come at this Queen
if you want to ride the lightning!

Power is power
The first day after the last hour
Towering over all
Born into fire and the fall of man
How did things turn out this way?
Do you understand?

Gnosis is psychosis

Gnosis is psychosis

Stars collide
and angels die
Over the bloody sea,
in bloody sky
is where I fly

God’s thunder
cries my name
as I energize
So come at this Queen
if you want to ride the lightning!

Strength is Strength
Strongest of the links
Holding this chain together.
Never will betray you
weakling, crybaby, fool
I’m here to protect
because that’s the
Way of the Waifu!

Stars collide
and angels die
Over the bloody sea,
in bloody sky
is where I fly

God’s thunder
cries my name
as I energize
So come at this Queen
if you want to ride the lightning!

Battlefield cleared
Enemies in tears
You came at this Queen
you came at my team
and you got to ride the lightning
You got to ride the lightning!
You got to ride the lightning!

Moonlight Disgusts You

Since few visited the YouTube channel, I’ll post the tracks I made here.  The first mini-album has seven songs by each girl that counts, which means one for every girl who isn’t Dreilide, three for Dreilide, and none for Yaoi Hokkaido.  The original songs written for Stuka and Yaoi Hokkaido got booted to the b-side album, because I only need to hear about those subjects so often.  Stuka got a better song, and Yaoi Hokkaido got nothing.

Seaman X and Nolan the Wolverine got this song, an attempt to mix the Sailor Moon theme “Moonlight Densetsu” with Tool’s “Disgustipated.”  Because both songs have rabbits.  No one else thinks that is as clever as I did.

The music on this one is the most generic on the album, but the vocals for Nolan and Seaman X are strong.

Moonlight Disgusts You

GROOOOOOWWLLL!!!

Bite! Snap!

GROOOOOOWWLLL!!!

Killing!

And the Queen of the Moon Bunnies came unto me, rippin’ me’s frum mah drunken passed out oblivion.

We took an elevator up one a dose damn high crystal towers, ways up to da tops where it felt likes we were in frickin’ space already.

I hates space, dere ain’t no air to breath!

We was surrounded by da hugest fleet of the Negalaxy, and it was big!

Dem shmucks descended on dah moon bunny kingdom, raining down doom with dere laser guns and stuff.

Lots and lotsa cute moon bunny girls were screamin’ in terror, and I didn’t likes dat at alls!

Let me tells ya, when I don’t like sumting, it’s gonna be bad times for sumbody!

I was filled with rage, it was berzerker time!

I girded up my loins an’ I said, “Queen of da Moon Bunnies, who’s I gotta killz?”

Tha’ Queen tolds me, dere’s no escaping tha holocaust, tha Negalaxy gonna kill all of us.

I’ll send tha princess and her friends away, wit a couple bunny guardians ta watch over them, but we are dead meat an’ dere’s no doin’ nuttin’ about it.

Now I’s leapt up and took da Princesses’ stuff before the bunny guardian could.

How’s a liddle bunny guardian going ta protect da princess when the Negalaxy’s out for blood?

It don’t make no sense, dat’s a job fer a big tough wolverine!

Dere ain’t none better than me!

Imma protect dat Princess, an when she done grown big ‘n’ strong, she’ll say “Glory, hallelujah! Thank ya Nolan!”

The crystal is required
transformation is desired.

justice means
punishment means
justice means
punishment means
justice means
punishment means

The crystal is required
transformation is desired.

justice means
punishment means
justice means
punishment means
justice means
punishment means

It was midnight. I woke up in the gutter. I couldn’t call him, and I missed school again. My fuku was filthy. I looked up at the moonlight, the color made me cry. I shook my hooks and claws at the moon and ran. It was better to hide, I lept into the sewer and waited for the shadows to talk to me. The color of the shadows made me cry. If I had the crystal, I’d fix everything and never cry again.

In my dreams I’m a better girl. I work miracles and nothing stays wrong. My head is empty with love, I short circuit thinking of him. I race through the sewers, he will understand my feelings if I can tell him. I believe in myself, the rose and the mask. The moonlight at the end of the tunnel leads me to him, and I cry.

I found his car and tried all the doors. He had locked them. The car was red, an Alfa for Romeo. I saw her purse on the passenger seat, smelled shrine and maiden. The couple entered my alley, dating. The boy belonged to the girl, but he belonged to me more. I approach them.

I won’t be gentle, and I’m not sorry.

State of the Comic #14

I did my test to see if A.I. could ink pencil sketches. The answer is, “Depends on the model.” Flux Kontact failed, so I tried Google Nano Banana, and that worked brilliantly. I moved on to coloring, and found out it helps to generate flats and take the flats and line art into GIMP for correction. Then the finished result can be fed back into the A.I. and it will have a much easier time producing the final colored image. Although A.I. companies push the idea of doing everything by prompting with text, it really isn’t the best way to work with A.I. Text has its place, and so do other things. A.I. only shifts the amount each tool gets used. 3D is much less important, 2D shifts to the forefront as the most important skill. The great thing is that I’ve now got a workflow where pencil drawings are my star player, which gives me original art to sell again. This is one of the better developments in my career as an artist, since computerization eliminated most of the originals I might have made throughout my career. There’s almost nothing for either Way of the Waifu or XTIN, or anything else. Just very loose sketches few could even decipher.

I get to retain the status of being a “real artist,” while offloading the parts I never liked, but had to do, to A.I. I never wanted to be an inker, either traditionally or digitally. And the idea of my original pencil drawing being destroyed by a traditional inker, which nearly every professional comic book page ever drawn was, is apalling. Good riddance to inking, in all its forms. Except A.I. inking, which is the best thing ever. Except for possibly A.I. coloring.

A double pox on coloring and painting. I did so much less of what I wanted to do because of it. For those who can spend endless hours making paintings of fruits because the colors are interesting, may that always be there for you. I could never.

I made a few short video clips, those didn’t turn out as well. But the attempts burned up nearly half of the credits I had saved up.

So here’s the art I made tonight (except for the pencil sketch, from 2005). Videos were made with Grok Imagine, Happy Horse, and Seedance. I tried a bunch of other models, the results aren’t worth showing.

State of the Comic #13

Bandwidth usage has quadrupled since posting the music tracks. That’s not saying a lot, and it may not be saying anything if it is bots scraping content. No one’s signed up to comment yet, but even that could be bots, couldn’t it? It’s a shame thinking positively and thinking realistically are so often enemies.

I’ve been meaning to test whether I could use AI to ink my pencil drawings and color them. I’m sure it can. I need to go ahead and get that test done. That could be a decent compromise. I never liked digital drawing. It would be nice if I could go back to doing real pencil drawings again. I don’t want to give up comic making (although I have for years now), but I’ve got to bring the work load down, since its not likely to ever be more than a hobby.

With that in mind, here’s a non-AI generated graphic that represents my musical act –

Hopefully that image won’t overlap my text like the thumbnail for “R Kelly in P Major” did. That was working fine, and then I come back the next day and it’s not working fine. I’ve got no idea why.

Well anyway, “OM-MINUS” is the male energy that balances “Way of the Waifu,” because “Way of the Waifu” is a bit suspect and weird on its own. I’m having second thoughts about using the comic name as a band name, but then there’s no shortage of real bands with stupid names and stupid acts that made it big. If you haven’t seen Angine de Poitrine yet, there’s the current example. Some say they are technically excellent, but I can’t say I enjoy their music. They obviously gained attention for the uniquely weird visual.

Fixing the lawnmower.

It’s not exciting, but it’s how I spent my morning. This old Craftsman was given to me, probably over a decade ago, when it was already well worn out. But it’s still going –

The steering drag link has been popping off, leaving me without the ability to steer. The problem is on the other side of this wheel-

It’s this part here –

The problem area is under the short silver tube. There’s a metal ball which that black arm (the one that goes horizontally across the middle of the picture, and angles up at the right edge of the picture) snaps onto. The hole in the arm has enlarged, so the arm doesn’t stay fastened to the ball anymore.

I found a YouTuber who fixed his with a split bushing, which is what the silver cylinder is. There’s a gap along one side of the bushing that lets it slip over ball (around the peg the ball is on). I couldn’t crimp the bushing down well enough to keep it from sliding off the end of the drag link, but the steering works until the bushing slips off. So I’m going to try putting a worm drive clamp on the end of the bushing.

That might be enough to hold the bushing in place. It doesn’t immediately slide off, so maybe there’s not much force trying to push the bushing forward.

I replaced the air filter, and changed the spark plug –

That red filter is rather doubtful looking. I stuck it on, but it leaked gas, so I put the old one back on. The old one looks dirty, but it still flows, so I’ll use it until I can find a better one.

I believe the coil is dying, since the motor runs for a while, starts missing after about half an hour, and dies. Eventually it will start up and run well again. I found a comment that says a dying coil acts like that when it gets hot. The coil will work again when it cools back down. Sounds like my problem. So now I’ve got to find a coil that isn’t Chinese junk.

I was planning to do a music review show before life interrupted . . .

I’ve been building this car with the idea that the show would be filmed inside the car – and it still could be, since the interior is mostly done – but perhaps this would be a better arrangement?

Pete Steele disliked bands that disregarded the visual side of their act, playing in their street clothes. I’m of the same mind. I see artists and writers making videos in a normal room in their house, not appearing special in any way. We’re supposed to be selling the fantastic, giving people something they don’t normally see. I put some thought into how I could pull that off with the stuff I have, and came up with this.

I’ve had this car for a third of a century now. It’s not the most desirable Charger (some people hate this body style), but it’s the one Richard Petty drove, the car he won the most with, and his favorite race car of the bunch. This one is a 72, which I believe is the first year Petty drove the Charger. 71 was the first year for this body style, but I don’t believe Petty drove that year. One of the drivers he employed drove the Charger in 71, while Petty continued to drive the Road Runner. I remember seeing footage of Petty getting passed by his junior driver in the Charger, and I believe the other driver went on to either win, or at least place higher than Petty. So in 72 Petty alternated between the Charger and the Road Runner, and I think he eventually switched to the Charger altogether.

I’ve read that racing provenance is what makes a car valuable, but these Chargers are largely forgotten despite being very successful in their time, and a little after. And they were driven by, arguably, the most famous race car driver of them all. Certainly the one with the best hat. They make good drag racing cars, and the front of the car is the same as the 71 Challenger, which Chrysler put a big effort into for Trans Am racing. So they handle well too.

Here’s a super cool road test from back in the day –

1971 Charger SE 440 – vintage road test

I’ve been building this one as a tribute to the King. It’s got his signature on it (I took the glove box door off and mailed it to the Petty Museum, where Richard signed it). The suspension is done, the brakes are mostly done, the interior is mostly done, and a lot of other stuff. I’m borrowing the color palette from Richard’s famous hat. Many have built Petty tribute cars, using the racing livery, but IMO Petty Blue and STP red clash rather badly. It’s not so bad on a race track, but it looks terrible on a street car. I’m planning to keep the car black, with the 71 stripes in gold, and gold rims.

I wasn’t planning to do anything with the comic, or the car, until next year. I was planning to spend the time between now and fall classes working, and replacing a couple of very bad floors in my house. But, there’s nothing to stop me from switching things up, if it’s justified. I could start making cellphone videos tomorrow. I don’t know how good that would be, but waiting for the best often means just waiting, with no best. Ever. Maybe there is a happy middle ground, or no one would want videos, so don’t worry about it? Maybe I should only draw the comic. If having my own website was the answer all along, I might not have to do anything else.

Well, it’s a mystery for now. Perhaps the answer will soon appear?