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.

Friday, August 15, 2003


Boy, the guys on the Skate Jesus forum were after my blood today- they even dedicated a thread to me and called it the CARY COATNEY CAN'T GET LAID THREAD - I almost choked with laughter on my Dr. Robek's Aciee smoothie. Then I wasted a half hour writing a reply to Charlie Chu who I happen to be sparing with at the moment. I should lend my name out to every thread- make an endorsement deal out of it like 'Alfred Hitchcock Presents' or Steven Speilberg Presents' - you get the idea.

But nothing topped this morning's bus ride- Man, I tell you, nothing would please me more in this world than the instant annihilation of all cell phone users, especially on your commute to work. And don't forget old ladies with enlarged corns on their feet. This guy sitting two rows behind me had to answer a call on his cell - and it happened to be his girlfriend - the conversation esculated to the point of animosity where he just had to refer to whatever girl he was talking to as ' a fucking bitch ' and everyone on the bus had to pause to watch him go off on his cellphone. Next, after he gets off the phone- he has to call some other people to tell them that this Mike, got shot with a shotgun that winded up putting a hole in his stomach. Who the hell wants to hear this nonsense on a crosstown bus. Then from right across me- this old lady takes off her sandals and she's got this gigantic fungus looking corn that resembles something more of a cojoined twin and then this old guy gets on and sits next to her almost brushing her corn.


At least I'll get to see my new Deposit Man cover this weekend.



Thursday, August 14, 2003


I like to goof around on the Delphi Messageboards. I don't why, but I get some perverse enjoyment out of it. I've got all these people fooled in thinking I'm some kind of sex drived misfit.

Well, they would only be half -right.

My latest shenanigans started off with me proclaiming that the actress Michelle Rodrigueuz(?) looks halfway like a decent piece of ass in the movie "S.W.A.T." and everybody immediately jumped on my ass calling me a pig and somesuch and I offered the explanation that I have become too shallow and desensitized towards my view as to what women are and how I can't function to be around them in public because of my occupation.

Which is far from the truth- but it's fun all the same to get these people swinging from the ropes.

The truth- If I'm going to be self-publishing a comic book in the exact way I want it to turn out without any really outside interference- I can't be affording to take women out on dates when I gotta dole out dough for- let's see:

a cover
interior artwork
printing 1000 or so copies
magazine advertising
display tables at comic book conventions
promotion materials such as postcards

and I suppose there would be more but I'm going to have to pick it up again tomorrow- I'm outta time.



Wednesday, August 13, 2003


As far as Deposit Man goes. Last night I went over to a restuarant in Santa Monica called Schatzi's on Main. A friend of mine, Eugene Mandelcorn is a president of an organization called Film Artists Network - FAN for short, and every month or so he hosts a gather of amatuer filmmakers, producers, actors, and writers- the whole gamut of whoever is trying to shoehorn their way into the industry - here you schmooze around and shoot the shit for $10 to get in. The most attractive thing about having a little soiree month to month at this particular place is that it is owned by Arnold Schwarzenegger - our replacement governor in case this ridiculous recall election falls through- and even then, what is the point- to have someone take over someone else' s job with a little more than a year remaining on the contract? Fah.

My assignment over there was to help my synthesizer player chugging buddy, Clive Nolan from Arena and Pendragon to score some film scoring gigs. What I did was I gave a CD promo copy of Arena's latest, Contagion to some prospectful producer for an exchange of an business card with an e-mail address. I got three or four contacts for him last night- so I hope it all works out for him.

Well, I'm beat- and I need to take a nap due to my getting home late last night.

The Brits who were staying at my house are leaving tonight- so I get to sleep in a bed for once.



Tuesday, August 12, 2003


Not so much as a journal entry but my assessment of the roles that people will be playing on the next book.

Besides, Oliver did not get my e-mail, as it was returned to me- so he might be tuning in now.

This is the roster 5 in alpha order:

Me- creator, writer, and co-publisher.
Larry Nadolsky - penciler and inker
Masekela Polee (MAS for short) cover painter
Oliver Simonsen
- letterer and book designer, pin-ups. (I'm thinking of asking Oliver to collaborate on some Deposit Man funnies- little one page gag strips)
and Alan Sinder - editor and co-publisher

It feels good to have the team assembled, everyone has talked or met up with each other with the exception of MAS - since he is the new guy who came aboard last Friday.

Now, the only problem is, where the hell am I going to get the money to pay for all this?

I'll probably be yakking about the Deposit Man for the rest of the week. Tomorrow, I'll be talking about what printer I should use.



Monday, August 11, 2003

A DEPOSIT MAN DEVELOPMENT, or a more apt title being HOW WAS YOUR WEEKEND August 11, 2003

Last week I was crossing fingers and hinting at what I hoped to be a terrific collaboration to schism forth to fruition. Well I'm pleased to announce that I've made some headway in making it happen.

Last Friday night I set up a meeting with a potential cover artist for my new Deposit Man book, The Deposit Man & the Last Great Gate of Mortality or The Deposit Man Metaphysical Mystery Magazine- I don't know, I haven't fully decided yet, as I await for Mr. Sinder to come back from Japan so we can pick the logo that will suit the cover the best. So this talented artist and I met at a Carl's Jr not too far from Earth 2, where we originally set up the meet, but they closed early that night.

The new cover artist's name is Masekela Polee, and I hope this cover he's doing for me will get him some notice from some major leaguers. I found him on a Metro Rapid bus showing off to some people a 96 page graphic novel that he wrote and drew of which he went to get binded at Kinko's. I thought it was remarkable (even though the name of it escapes me at the moment) that a guy would sit down and write and draw a entire graphic novel all by himself as a portfolio piece to show around. The only thing is, now he's rather apprehensive about showing it to people after he got turned down by Oni Press- of which I find baffling, because it's similiar to the material of what Oni did when they published a four issue mini-series called Shot Callerz .

I explained to MAS- (that what he signs his work as) the cover concept of how I would like it to be inbetween mouthfuls of a Western Bacon Cheeseburger and a salad with Ranch on the side and gulpfuls of Squirt soda ( I was having a Wilson Fisk zen moment) and MAS, in a matter of minutes had a basic sketch of what I was seeing in my head as if he was seeing it himself. MAS was intrigued by my idea of all three covers in this mini-series to be somewhat connected as if you were viewing a relic of a moving painting on that old Rod Serling show, Night Gallery. So with an advance, he got to work on it over the weekend. I gave him towards the end of September to get to me and the donation of the rest of the amount.

I got a call this morning at work from MAS-

He's says he'll have it to me by the end of this week. My ears must have been playing tricks on me.

Yep, it's nearly done.

Goddamn, I love dedication.