The Purple Pinup Guru Platform

When purple things are pulsating on your mind, I'm the one whose clock you want to clean. Aiding is Sparky, the Astral Plane Zen Pup Dog from his mountain stronghold on the Northernmost Island of the Happy Ninja Island chain, this blog will also act as a journal to my wacky antics at an entertainment company and the progress of my self published comic book, The Deposit Man which only appears when I damn well feel like it. Real Soon Now.

Wednesday, March 19, 2003


Wow. Just got done reading some of Micah Wright's message board. Some nutballs are out in full force and threads are getting shut down in their wake left and right. I think Micah's forum name is misleading to some (Al Suicide Squad or something or other), not realizing that it's really a forum for mostly comic book fans and professionals- not for these ultra uber dreaming conservatives bent on bombing innocent cilivians. I mean, Iraq is no big feat to bomb. Most of the people in Baghdad can't even afford food or housing- so what pride do we get out of preserving our bruised little egos? Yeah, I know we got sucker punched on 9/11, so does that mean we get to go over and demonstrate that two wrongs do make a right? I don't fucking know- I'm still trying to figure out where we get the audacity or the propensity to tell another dictator to pack his goodies and leave his own country?

I suppose one day I'll have it all figured out.

I watch my X-Men 1.5 two disc last night. The freaking movie turned from 95 min to three hours when you apply the enhanced mode- on the right side screen, and a little round x appears on the screen. You press the enter button on your remote and the disc takes you to a behind the scene shoot of when that particular scene was done. On the left side, when a swirled 's' appears, the disc then takes you to a deleted scene cut out of the original film. I didn't have enough time to get to the second disc, except to watch a seven minute 'whet your appetite' production piece on X 2.

I'm going to resume my rewrite on my sixth Deposit Man book. The first few pages is a Spice Cakes narrative ( my crystal meth loving informant) telling how she and the Deposit Man's nemesis, Marty got killed and wound up in Heaven, while The Deposit Man reconstructs his origin just in time for a massive assault being raged by the Diaper clad Nazi, Haupt Carl and his army of deadly unborn fetuses.

More tomorrow, because...

My fifteen minutes are up

Tuesday, March 18, 2003


II'm having trepidation about boarding a plane for the first time since....well, ever since the last century. I'm leaving on a jet plane out of Burbank on Friday to Vegas to spend the weekend with my dad's side of the family. Now with the George W (Warmongering Chickenhawk) Bush 's anal retentive bullshit tirade about his daddy's boogieman Saddam is starting to sound like a turd sticking it's own head out- it's getting awfully cantankerous and it's casting a black cloud over my weekend. Not only that, I didn't realize when I was making arrangements to fly back that I'd be flying back on Oscar Night. I touch down on the runways of Burbank just in time as the ceremonies begin.

I'm fucking slacking again.

I'm in the middle of doing the rewrites on my sixth Deposit Man book- going around changing bits and pieces in the script- I started it last week but I'm probably not going to finish it until Wednesday or Thursday of next week. My landlord and his wife are out in Vegas right now and I'm trying my best to be a bad tenant by throwing parties and watching all the DVDs that I haven't got around to watching. I'm now a month backlogged. I'm currently watching the Dune mini-series director's cut and I'm going to tackle the X-Men 1.5 which I've had lying around forever. I think I bought it just to get the free Daredevil movie ticket inside. Figure I'd get to watch it tonight before I board the dreaded round trip ticket to Las Valhalla Vegas. I hope those Southwest pilots can manuever their way through the heavy scud missile traffic.

I have to get around to talking about this sequel to the Deposit Man I want to set up in Vegas. I met this way out artist on a MTA Rapid Line Bus and he's willing to design my new characters. So more about that tomorrow because...

My fifteen minutes are up.

Cary Coatney

Monday, March 17, 2003

For fuck's sakes. There are technical difficulties.

Fuck St. Patrick's Day. I couldn't give a green rat's ass shit for a alcohol sponsored holiday.

I had quite the busy weekend. I saw all three movies that I mentioned Friday- what really bowled me over that the Pianist was super ultra violent, lots of people getting shot in the head and getting blown up- when I thought it was this simple mannered chick flick of a guy who plays piano for living during Nazi time. Boy, it sure quickly changed my vote for Roman Planski as best director over Scorese. Also met this hot German chick, Nadia - boy was she a lot of fun.

Anyway, shit is brewing up with the Deposit Man- word must have gone down that I'm about ready to put my mini-series into action- that this old associate of mine is pounding on my door asking for back royalities. What back royalities? the last two books didn't make any money- Oh well- we'll see. The Deposit Man is based on this code name I had squandered away for myself when I played secret agent with my buddies growing up in Parsippany NJ. The name stuck with me all my life when it came time to come up with something for this misfit eviction officer from Heaven I invented- the name seemed to fit and.....more tomorrow...

Because my fifteen minutes is up.

Cary Coatney