BandyHates

The Friends Chart

Not long ago I got the bright idea to create a "friends chart". This would in effect keep track of most of the people I knew and at what level of friendship they were at. Level 1 is a really good friend, and Level 5 equates to that person being dead to me.

As you can see from the above example I charted a few people I met in college. You notice they all were at about zero in 1996 - obviously because I had yet to meet them. It's fascinating to me seeing this as a visual guide and how people move in and out of your life.

Lets take my friend Jeff. He's green on the chart. He lived in my hallway my first year in college. We became good heterosexual friends. I would observe him bringing back whores every weekend and we would have a good laugh over that stuff. I guess you'd call that "male bonding" or something. You can see this peaked in 2000. We were sharing an apartment with another friend (the orange line) and all had a grand ol' time. However, all things end don't they? Soon after he met this girl and next thing you know is they're engaged. Then married. As you can observe on the chart they were obviously married near the end of 2004 and the friendship soon dropped at an even steeper angle . Through some calculations I've determined early 2006 will be the last time I ever talk to him.

Now the bredstik guys are the brown line. I barely talked to them in college and we didn't really know each other that well (until I killed sutter's comic strip character in my own comic strip in the school paper - long story). So you can see we were level 3 friends at the end of 2000 and became ALMOST level 2 friends while a few of us worked together in the same office. Since we were all laid off they've dropped down to almost level 4. Yeah, fuck those guys. Who needs em. Still, I forecast we'll never quite fall out of touch since I plan on always bothering them for their technical knowledge and such.

So there you go. I think everybody should keep a friend chart. Sure it's almost as gay as a blog, but I told you to do it so therefore it's a good idea.

ROb Weychert 1976-2005

I'm still kinda broken up about this.  I've known Rob since college and while I didn't really know him that well back then, I would always notice that black hooded figure and "I don't give a shit" swagger moving down the hallway of the art building. Even those little metal horns popping out of his baseball cap just said to me - god damn this guy really doesn't give a shit. He's my idol.

Early monday morning Rob was gunned down in front of his apartment over apparently some argument about his neighbors playing their music too loudly. It just pisses me off you know? The police caught the assailant and apparently communicated that Rob began jumping up and down and rolled some barrels at him. I have no idea what that even means. It's no reason to kill somebody.

Rest in peace.

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Glass Ketchup Bottles

Contrary to all the Heinz propganda that trying to get ketchup out of those bottles is actually FUN - it is not.

On a related note...those unrefrigerated, constantly getting refilled without getting washed out ketchup bottles in restaurants really piss me off as well.

Baseball Hats Over Your Ears

Maybe it's just a mexican thing, but being in Reading, PA I see this a lot. I really don't know where these crazy poorly fitting clothing styles come from. I thought wearing your pants around your ankles was hinderance enough. Then came those bizarro super long white t-shirts that practically drag on the ground behind you. It's incredibly irritating writing about things I hate because it only reminds me of more stuff I hate like what I just mentioned. I'll address all that some other time.

Anyways, back to the ears under the hats thing. So why does this bother me more than seeing those wiggers and minorities practically swimming in their clothing? It's hard to say really. I think because your head is usually the focus when somebody looks at you. When you wear something really silly on your head or face it just makes you look like a total downs syndrome patient to me. The ears under the hat is pretty much up there with wearing your hat crooked, and wearing it with the perfectly flat brim. It makes me think - no wonder you're poor you crooked hat wearing ass.

These guys don't directly affect me in any way so it's getting a pretty average score. Don't let that mean I don't hate it that much. It's still is enough to spell H-A-T-E.

Old People with Cameras

Ah yes, old people and cameras. The two are inseparable, and I hate them both equally. HOWEVER - when you put them together they become one of most irritating forces on the god damn planet.

Getting old stinks, we all know that. We know when you start getting up there relatives start ignoring you, grandkids don't really want to be around you...you just end up being very alone. Boo Hoo. This is where the problem starts though.

Once an old person sees that $7.99 CVS disposable camera...holy shit do they all get the brightest idea. HEY! I'm gonna start documenting everything I see. Every family outing they begrudgingly invite my wrinkly old ass to - I'm gonna take a picture of everything. Barbecues...Graduations...Holidays..oh I'm taking everybody's picture.

Now, lots of people like taking pictures of special occasions - so be it. But the elderly...not only do they take more pictures than any other demographic - just to hang onto those pathetic memories - they DON'T EVEN LOOK AT THE PICTURES WHEN THEY'RE DEVELOPED. Oh sure they flip through without even holding the pictures individually and then there they go into that dusty old drawer in the dining room. And don't forget! Old people always go for that 2 prints deal at the local supermarket developing lab! They have DUPLICATES of all these pictures they'll never look at!

I gotta endure flash in my face after flash in my face while staring at these shriveled up mugs with the receded gumline and their long yellow horse teeth showing. Then they want a picture with ME in the photo with them. So they then shuffle over while I just have better things to do - like pick my ass - so they can put that shaking, shriveled arm over me while I have to endure the smell of moth balls and that shaky, weak "smmiilleee deearrr.." out of their pie holes.

There's plenty more to hate in the world, so old people with cameras get an 8 out of 10 on the ol' Hate-O-Meter.

Digital Friends

I'm not quite into posting about hating stuff yet, but when I picked up Tiger Woods golf recently I got a little sidetracked from the game and into the create-a-player mode. I've been re-creating friends all week long. Here's my friend Jeff. Jeff likes to golf also...and believe me this looks EXACTLY like him on the course. Now I don't need any REAL friends and can golf all day long with these guys. I feel a little gay picking out what pants they're gonna wear..but I guess that's what friends are for.

Did I mention I hate golf? I do. But I play all the time anyway.

First Post

Welcome to my awful new website.

Now that the pleasantries are out of the way, here's how I think this site will work. I'm still kind of undecided...I have a million projects I am simultaneously working on yet nothing ever seems to get done. I'm going to try making regular posts to motivate myself and get my act together before I kill myself in frustration here.

When I'm not posting art/animation updates I may post about something I hate, an awkward situation I had, or some other entertaining anecdote. I keep a list of all of it. My hate list is particularly long. I'll probably include a quick related sketch as well.

Oh yeah, I may include a graphic like these to illustrate just how much I hate something:

When I post finished art, it actually may be related to what I don't like. For example.. I REALLY HATE pennies. I despise those little useless copper discs like nothing else. I may just draw something out of complete anger:

I'm also trying to get a few flash animations done and may post regular screenshots as I go along:

Maybe I'll just skip that and go on a whole tirade about why Macromedia Flash makes my life a living hell.

Ok, that's about it...thanks for reading.
Now, back to playing little black kids online in Burnout Revenge.