The Greatest Day Ever (That Wasn’t Supposed to Happen)

Lorna, Nora and I embark on the greatest summer day ever

Origins

Why is this blog called Satan’s Poop, you may ask? Well, how about I give you the downlow. I was with my dear friend Dylan, and I had just consumed several glasses of wine at a white elephant party, and we were in my room, admiring the bottle of Puerto Rican rum I had miraculously plucked from the pile of portable toilets, Rick Steves DVD collections and snuggies that had made up the rejected gift pile. Two glasses of peppermint tea were steaming on my desk, and we were daintily holding two little cappuccino cups with this potent amber liquid inside of it. Great hilarity was filling the room. I was working on a comic at the time, and Dylan found a corner of it under a pile of papers and started looking at it. It was at this moment that he gave me the greatest compliment (or, depending on how you look at it, insult) that anyone has ever given me (well, it is on par with another friend telling me that whenever they imagine me, I am wearing an elf hat): the stuff I make is Satan’s poop. I was going to call it my art but since I do comics and draw as a hobby, I don’t know if I’m comfortable yet calling it ‘art’. I’m not serious or professional enough, but I’m serious about loving to make it. I love drawing and writing with other people, I love seeing what other people have done with their talents, and I love spending time in that sort of environment. In any case, why I found Satan’s poop to be such a delightful classification is (to me) simple. First of all, I think the devil is kind of awesome. Mostly because he is sexy as hell (aha! ha…ha…) in Paradise Lost, but also because he strikes just as much fear in people as God does, and I find it lovely when binary opposites begin to break down so black is white and God is evil. The idea of Satan pooping is wonderful because the devil inhabits such a dark, poisonous world for most people and to humanize him (in a very vulnerable state) brings these grand philosophical ideas to earth, and more specifically, to the dark alleys of being human that are just as evil as any abstract hell. Just as easily, it makes the whole idea of Satan and God seem utterly silly, as if the locus of all badness and sin in the world would actually sit down on a toilet and read tabloids while doin’ his bidness. Satan’s “actual” poop I imagine would contain lots of flamin’ hot Cheetos, spiced meats and for some reason radishes. With all that aside, soon I shall be posting comics and drawings and, if I feel so compelled, memories from the past or future. Do read this every once in a while, do draw with me, do create your own Satan’s poop and be serious about not being serious at all!