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eric m. esquivel
October 2009
eric m. esquivel
Wednesday, October 21st, 2009 08:52 am
“it’s just…”

Eric pauses for a second, making awkwardly quick little wafting motions with his left hand (the one with the sixes) as if attempting to stir up the memory.

“…she does that thing that I do when I’m meeting someone for the first time. That sort of falsely casual ‘I don’t really care how you answer this question(either way is fine with me. Really), but (for the sake of getting to know each other)—how do you feel about animal torture and casual drug use?’ inquisition thing. It was fan-God Damn-tastic. She tried to play it cool, but there was this intensity with which…”

Dave pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. He can see just fine, but it’s a powerful gesture nonetheless, and his mother is an acting coach, so he inherited a sort of flare for the dramatic.

“Slow down, man. A: you’re talking too fast, and B: you sound like you’ve rehearsed this”

Dave chews the inside of his mouth a little bit. A nasty habit, but it’s just for show. He counts the beats in his head until he resumes speaking. A born performer.

“You’re doing that thing where you’re bouncing a first draft off of me, and not actually talking, huh?”

Eric waves off his best friend’s accusation while simultaneously acknowledging defeat, and (not quickly enough) making a mental note to stop talking with his hands.

“I’m just excited. Really God damn excited. I go through every single day hoping against hope to meet just one person who gives a shit about anything (really: any-fucking¬¬-thing); and here’s this girl (this drop-dead-gorgeous girl with a tattoo of fucking Gizmo on her shoulder) who’s vegan, straight edge, likes Invisible Monsters more than Fight Club, and has better taste in music than I do. It’s just…”

“Wait. Hold the fucking phone, sir. ‘Gizmo’, Gizmo? Like, from Gremlins?”

Eric just nods. Smiles.

Dave’s eyes go as wide as is possible outside of a shitty Japanese cartoon.

“I know, Dave. I know. It’s ridiculous. She showed it to me and I almost started crying”

“Understandably so. Jesus…”

Eric moans a little bit and rubs his temples a little too forcefully with the index and middle fingers of both hands.

“The bitch of it all is: I’m so used to just…you know, hating everyone that she throws me waaay the fuck off guard. It’s awful (I mean, it’s great—really fucking great—it’s just…)…”

“…yeah? You just don’t know how to act, or what?”

“Yeah, I guess. I guess that’s it. I’m just so stoked that she’s in my life, I don’t want to do anything to make her go away”

Dave quirks a brow to indicate interest, but it’s obscured by the frames of his glasses so he just looks sort of twitchy.

“So…you’re, like…dating?”

Eric forgets his resolution about the hands and flails them for all he’s worth.

“No. No, no, no. I know better than to even hope for anything like that. She’s so far out of my league it honestly hasn’t even crossed my mind”

Dave puts his hands on his hips. A gesture so flamboyant it’d take the sun to obscure it.

“Never? Not even once? You are a fucking liiiiarrr, son”.

Eric’s eyes go straight to the floor. His hands, to his pockets.

“Well, of course the thought had occurred to me. But I’m not an idiot, and I have no delusions about my lot in life. I’m the Jimmy Olsen to her Supergirl. The Johnny Marr to her Morrissey”.

Dave moves close to Eric and his tone turns uncharacteristically serious .

“Don’t put yourself down, man. You’re an alright guy, yourself. You’re a published journalist, you’re paying your dues in the comics field, you’ve got your own place… you’re not addicted to anything…It’s not like you’re some hopeless leper, or something”.

Eric just stands still for a while, until Dave apprehensively pats him on the shoulder.

“Thanks. A lot. For real”

He chooses his words after much deliberation.

“I don’t feel possessive about her at all (I mean, we just started hanging out. Even creepers take a longer time than three or four days to get that attached…and I’d like to think I’m not a creeper). I just…I just love knowing that she exists, you know? That someone with her level of compassion and that particular outlook on things shares air with me”.

Eric starts to get noticeably excited, now: his cheeks are flush, a little curl of hair has come uncoiled and dangles haphazardly in front of his eyes, the hands are moving (lightning-quick) again.

“I’m honestly just happy to know she’s around”


eric m. esquivel
Saturday, April 25th, 2009 05:08 pm

Eric is scheduled to drop some science at 6pm Pacific Time. He will, as always, be charming as all get out. Also contributing to the show: Ted Seko (Spongebob Squarepants, The Family Guy, Billy Cole)! The topic of the day is: Indie Comix Marketing get it from itunes, or click here to get all fancy with it (and learn more about JAVILAND).


eric m. esquivel
Saturday, January 17th, 2009 09:09 am

Tucson’s own Dave Baker and Eric M Esquivel will be interviewed on Planet Comic Book Radio it will be broadcast live Tuesday Jan. 20th at six mountain time (joining the ranks of Stan Lee, and other actually talented individuals).


It's going to rule.



eric m. esquivel
Friday, November 7th, 2008 11:11 am

Hometown heroes Dave Baker and Eric M. Esquivel will be in attendance at the Tucson Comic Con, tomorrow.

Come cheer on your favorite good-looking juggernauts of talent.





eric m. esquivel
Saturday, October 25th, 2008 07:44 am

Dave and I tried our hardest to be professional while recording our fourth podcast last night (while his girlfriend slumbered inches behind us, curled up on a ball of faded Rage Against the Machine T-shirts and He-Man action figures; but we couldn't hold it together once his mother burst in the room, and asked us to "turn it down". 


Listen to them here (new shows are posted every Monday):

Current Location: Safehouse
Current Music: Arctic Monkeys - Perhaps "Vampires" is a bit strong, but...


eric m. esquivel
Monday, October 13th, 2008 01:55 pm

Due to overwhelming demand, Modern Mythology Press finally has non-comic wares for your consumption.

T-shirts, buttons, stickers, mugs, etcetera.

Come get 'em, kids!


Current Location: Dave Baker's House
Current Mood: creative creative
Current Music: MF Doom


eric m. esquivel
Saturday, October 11th, 2008 09:40 am

A simple reminder to our adoring public:

Eric M. Esquivel and David Baker of Modern Mythology Press have been invited as guests to the First Annual Tucson Comic Con, held on Saturday, November 8th from 10am to 7pm at the Four Points Sheraton on Speedway and Campbell.

The boys will debut the third issue of CHILDISH DELUSIONS OF GRANDEUR AND SUPERIORITY, BIKINI AUTOMATIC VOLUME TWO, ISSUE ONE, and several secretely-named mini comix.

Be there, or be really sad when your friends tell you how awesome it was/ how cute the guys are in-person.


AND, if you really want to show some love: pick up a messenger bag, T-shirt, or button from our online store, and have us take a silver sharpie to that beauty. It'll ascend to "priceless heirloom" status in a jiffy.

"in a jiffy"--does anyone really say that? I've never heard it aloud.

I was going to go with "right quick" but if just felt too forced. I think I'm more of an "in a jiffy" sort of guy.


I'm going to start using that in quotidian life. "IRL" as the kids say.


Watch out, world.



Current Location: safehouse
Current Mood: accomplished accomplished


eric m. esquivel
Thursday, October 9th, 2008 11:28 am

I'll be available for autographs, high-fives and good times at Charlie's Comics, December sixth.

Tucson's best and brightest cartoonists, illustrators, and writers will be in attendance, along with the local rock n' roll stations, and the LOCKS FOR LOVE organization (a group of posi indivuals whom Robin Hood hippies' hair and give it to cancer-afflicted children).

It's going to be a blast.

You know what all of your loved ones want for Hannukah, Christmas, Kwanaza, Winter Solstice, etcetera?  Let me tell ya:  my signature.

I look forward to seeing all of you there.

Keep it classy, kids.

Current Location: safehouse
Current Mood: accomplished accomplished


eric m. esquivel
Thursday, October 9th, 2008 10:29 am

Having lived in the dessert for a good long while now, I haven't come into contact with mosquitos very much.  It's been years since I've had the pleasure of having to douse myself in poison and carry a chemically-treated tikki torch around (like some xenophobic Transylvanian peasant) in order to leave the house--but:

I was just assaulted by one, outside The Safehouse.  And it was horrible.

I'm tired, and it took me a good four minutes to realize that it was a commonly occuring, terrestrial creature. 

Some kind of terrible cognitize dissonance occured, and-- I swear to The Ineffable -- I thought it was a tiny demon.

Holy fuck, sirs and madames.  Holy fuck.  Dig that crazy shnozz.

Current Location: hell


eric m. esquivel
Friday, October 3rd, 2008 08:36 pm


Hey, legion of fans:

Do me a solid, and:
a.) log on to myspace
b.) follow the above link
c.) friend those fuckers like there's no tomorrow
d.) scope out the photo gallery, and place a vote (a.k.a : comment on one of the images in the "December 2008 contest" album, followed by the word "vote").

My vote is for the classy broad pictured up top.  She's vegetarian, just finished THE INVISIBLES, volume four , digs on Doktor SleeplessHerman HesseBright Eyes, metaphysics, developmental theory, and looks like the kind of dame Frank Miller wakes up in a cold sweat, dreaming about.

Go!  Participate in fake democracy.  Dig on shots of gals with the decency (and good sense) to date comics professionals.

Current Location: home base
Current Mood: weird hypnotized
Current Music: Death Cab For Cutie covers of Morrisey