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, November 26, 2004


OK. No more empty-headed dickhead promises.

Previously on the Purple Pin-up Guru Platform , I was professing or predicting that I may have come down with some debilating or disasterous disease- but now that I've come full circle after a exhausting few weeks of 60 hour plus overtime at the studio (Bushy, eat your cock out with your silly overtime addmendments) I'm back in Las Vegas for the Thanksgiving holiday writing on my aunt's computer, instead of my dad's whose computer has so many filters that it would look helpless with someone who holds hope for a triple bypass with one surviving useful artery.

So here I am, with time on my hands for a 96 hour breather.

The trip up here was fucking murder. I left straight from work after collecting my semi-big paycheck, clocking in only twenty-two hours of OT, but not Double Time or Golden because I didn't work a full seven days in a row due to taking off to check out last Saturday's Farscape convention that was taking place a few blocks up the street at the Burbank Hilton Hotel. It turned out to be another overpriced Adam Malin Creation convention costing a exorbitant high thirty bucks just to get in the door. I almost turned right back to punch back into work until I found out that Gigi (Chiana) Edgely (?) was going to be there along with Anthony (D'Argo) Simcoe. And Sunday I went to the Shrine to check out stuff over there. So, I left work yesterday at noon to catch my 3:15 PM bus leaving from Union Station. The bus left three minutes late. So far so good or so I thought...

Fucking Pre-HolidayTraffic. Bumper to bumper almost all the way to Barstow, Ca.

Who would have thunk?

The trip was unbearable. It was freakin' overcrowded with fat fucks sneezing and coughing and inexperienced derelict couples who couldn't keeping their children from whining throughout the whole trip- aside from from two delicious looking african american hotties who confessed to me that they were going home to LA because their line of work was constantly being interfered with by the Vice Squad- this trip was a masterpiece in patience and intolerence.

But I tried to make the trip as comfortable as I could despite the fat load next to me engrossed in his Jerry Lewis hyperspace fidgeting routine, I at least at my new toy with me.

It's the Cary Coatney Network all seeing eye remote on the go system.

In other words, a portable Magnavox DVD player
I got with my retro paycheck. It seemed that my department had gotten a raise why back of February of this year and no one took care to tell us about it. So it was money well spent. It does a lot of things that my regular DVD player doesn't. I wrestled my conscience on whether I should have invested in a HP notebook or this. The Magnavox was smaller and lighter and it's rechargable battery lasts a good three hours as opposed to the batteries on a laptop that would only give you two.
So the portable DVD player lucked out and my Robocop trilogy had it's cheery popped on this inaugral voyage.

Another one of my on-the-go travel necessities these days are the Marvel Essentials for good clean comic book fun that harkens to better days of adolescent innocence and best of all, weight conscience. Sick and tired of lugging around 20 or 25 of those glossy overpriced pamphets masquerading as comic books these days. Well why not invest in a 500 plus page printed on cheap newprint volume that holds thirty or more issues. Easy to carry and leaves no mess. The best thing that Marvel has ever done for reprints. Last month I had the Super-Villain Team-Up tome, this outing I at least finished a quarter of the Iron Fist volume. The best thing about these volumes is that they tie up a lot of forgotten loosee ends that you tried to investigate as a young sleuth, but didn't have the means or the income to explore the outcome due to poor distribution at your local newstand. Not every newstand was guaranted that they would get the same title month after month and when Iron Fist was around back in the mid-seventies, I was lucky that I would see it once in a while since the title, Marvel Premiere only showed it's face on a eight times a year schedule. So this tome fills in the missing gaps rather than hunt down all down from a back issues dealer. Other volumes I'm looking forward to are (holy sweet friggin Christmas!! ) Luke Cage, Hero For Hire and Shang Chi, Master of Kung Fu.

Well, see you whenever.