Jason Porath

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Month: February 2006 (page 1 of 2)


Just finished up page 20 of Break. Generally happy with the art on this one. Glad to be finished up with this scene, the next one, which should go one for awhile, will be pretty awesome, I think. Sorry it took awhile to get an update out. Life intervened, and I had some amount of consternation over maybe-sorta getting hired to work on a Korn music video. However, I turned it down, cause it was the effects for half the shots in the video, and they all had to be done in like 3 days. Probably a lot happier for it.

In unrelated news, Disgaea is getting an anime. Everyone run for the hills.

Life intercedes

Just got confirmation yesterday that I won’t be returning to my former place of employ, as they don’t have a whole lot of work for the 3D department right now. So had to halt work on Break for a bit and brush up my demo reel. Going to touch up my website a bit and then send off my resume.

For the curious, here’s a copy of my demo reel. Don’t distribute it around, please. There’s stuff that hasn’t been released yet (Ultraviolet) and stuff that will never be released (Aeon Flux) on it.


I finished up chapter one on Break, on to chapter two. I can’t get the last page of chapter one quite right (she’s supposed to be sitting awake in bed, and the folds make a shattered glass pattern), so I am leaving it and moving on for now. Again, the URL is http://break.complexdream.com/

In other news, I interviewed with the JET program on Friday, and I think it went well. I made all my interviewers laugh (even the stoic Japanese guy), answered their oddball question with aplomb (“Why do you think Japanese films aren’t more competitive on the international market?”), and apparently spoke Japanese well enough that they complimented me on it, and said I was way ahead of most of the applicants in that regard. So, woot. I find out mid-April, and if I get in, I leave for Japan on July 30th. Crossing my fingers, but I think there’s a good chance I got in.


Glad y’all seem to be liking Break, so far. Got another page done, and made a slapdash little webpage for the series, which will be improved as time goes on:


Not entirely happy with page 12. It needs more loving inking- and photoshop-wise. Also not happy how his smiling face is just hanging there. In my head, it worked real well, because it was mirroring the shadow cast on the ground, but on paper… eh. May get better when it gets shaded, though. Oh, and those are supposed to be newspapers and whatnot on the ground in front of his door.


Three more, in one day? I’m a madman!
I particularly like pages 9 and 11, although the perspective is off on the middle column of windows on page 11. The photoshoppy effects are very temporary, and sometimes kind of cheesy looking. Also, the art on page 10 is a little substandard. After I get a fair chunk of the story out, I’ll go back and prettify it all.

Page 9
Page 10
Page 11

Break pg. 7-8

Ugh, these took me forever to draw. The art is kind of temp, as it badly needs inking and shading.

Page 7
Page 8

More Break

Three more pages, haven’t inked or shaded any of them yet, so they’re all very rough.

Page 4
Page 5
Page 6

Walkabout, pt. 7: The Final Voyage of the Roho

So I got into town successfully. The last leg of the journey was fairly uneventful, filled mostly with uninteresting Indian outposts, some random dinosaurs on the freeway, and a surprising amount of geodesic domes. I thought I was starting to tire out near the end of it, but once I got into LA, I perked right back up. Was I glad to be home? Yeah, a bit. But mostly I was afraid for my life. For those of you who have never been to LA, let me spell this out for you:

– LA is indescribably huge. There is no point on earth where you can stand and see the city from end-to-end, if for no other reason than the curvature of the earth precluding it.
– All traffic laws are completely ignored on LA freeways. The left-fast, right-slow lanes mean nothing. Regularly you will come upon people going 100-120 mph, switching lanes with wild abandon, sometimes riding on the shoulder.
– Everyone goes fast. REALLY fast. There were periods where I was going 90 in a 65 zone, and I was the slowest one on the freeway.
– I have lived here for 5-6 years now, and I have never once seen a cop pull anyone over for speeding. I theorize because it is both difficult to catch speeders, and pulling them over would only clog up an already super-clogged transit system.

Truly, LA was a worthy final boss of my driving journey.

As if the twelve near-death experiences in the final hour were not enough, god further informed me to stop driving by turning on my Service Engine Soon light about 200 miles out from LA. I soon found out this translated into my car being basically dead — I need to have the transmission rebuilt, which would cost me the same amount of money it took me to buy the car. So, I am staying put.

On the plus side, shortly after getting back and scrambling to get my JET application re-submitted, they granted me an interview for the 17th. Should I get in (I’ll know around April), I’d be leaving on July 30th. So, here’s hoping.

In the meantime, I’ve been contemplating what to do about work. I don’t think I want to go back, but 5-6 months of unemployment is a dicey proposition at best. I doubt I could get any other sort of job with that sort of timeline (cause even if JET does not accept me, I’m going to Japan, swimming if I have to), so I may end up going back to CIS. I don’t know.

I have been working on a webcomic idea I had on my walkabout, called Break. I’m still working out the mechanics of it (I think that the inking/scanning makes the drawings lose a lot in translation), but I have the first three pages kind of done-ish. The second one is a bit non-worksafe, but here’s links to them:

Page 1
Page 2
Page 3

Back to LA

One of the first things I saw today, as I was leaving Albuquerque, was a billboard that said simply this:

Someone thinks of you every time they hear that song. Feel better.

Thank you, Albuquerque.

More to come.

Walkabout, pt. 6: Lining my tires with silver

I started out yesterday by finding out that I am the only person in the history of the JET program to have his applcation lost. I proved through UPS tracking receipts that I had gotten my application in on time, so they’re letting me resubmit for a last-minute consideration. Here’s hoping.

So directly after that bit of fortune comes my way, I get distracted and accidentally get back on the freeway going the wrong way. No worries, I think, I will just pull over at the next stop and turn around. Well, you forget, Jason, that this is Oklahoma. Let me tell you about Oklahoma, and specifically, the I-44 freeway. Every inch of it is a toll road. You have to pay to get off the toll road, and to get on. Even just to get gas, or use the bathroom. There are no rest stops. Every town is around 30 miles apart. So let me encapsulate my toll adventures:

– Paid $3.50 upon entering Oklahoma
– Paid $0.75 when exiting at Vinita
– Paid $1.25 when leaving Vinita
– Paid $3.50 at second toll booth outside of Tulsa
– Got JET news, turned around accidentally, paid $3.50 at same toll booth again.
– Entered small town 20 minutes away (Barstow?) for U-turn, paid $0.75.
– Left small town, paid $1.25
– Paid $3.50 at Tulsa toll booth once more
Grand total: $18

In conclusion: fuck the Oklahoma transit authority.

Seriously, Oklahoma is a very strange state. I was amused to note that one of the biggest buildings in Tulsa was for the Freemasons. How did I know? Because they plastered the side of the building with their logo, and put it right next to the freeway. I think they missed out on the whole “secret” part of “secret society”. Perhaps they did not get the memo.

An amusing three Oklahoma billboards right next to each other: one for a baptist school for girls; one for pregnancy help; one for microsurgical vasectomy reversal. I think that says more than I ever could about this state.

I have been trying to figure out which state is the most pious, and been having some trouble with it. While Kansas and Missouri seem tied for sheer number of pro-Jesus billboards, Texas does has the biggest cross in the western hemisphere (it really is very big), and Oklahoma, apart from the standard billboards and trucker chapels (held in big rigs), had its own nauseating little faith proclamation: you know those illegal window stickers of Calvin pissing on something, like the Ford logo? Well, I found one where he’s kneeling and praying to a cross. I nearly keyed the truck it was on.

Texas I found to be utterly terrifying. Like Oklahoma, Kansas, and so many other states, physically it is a vast expanse of brush and nothingness. However, their pride in this complete lack of anything is unfathomable. Consider that the first rest stop I came to was built like a museum. In the shape of the state of Texas. They actually have street signs saying “DON’T MESS WITH TEXAS: $100 littering fine.” All mentions of the state’s name are prefaced by the phrase “The great state of”. Needless to say, a lot of Bush/Cheney stickers around here. Scary.

I stopped in Amarillo, Texas for dinner. My friend Tanya is from there, and her mom runs a restaurant there, so I got free food, and met her mom. She was about what I expected — a short, sweet, thickly accented thai woman. She loaded me up with free food which I am sure has gone bad by now, since it was all various forms of meat, and I have no fridge.

I made it to Albuqurque, where, after driving 750 miles, I was about falling asleep. It was raining, the roads were winding and windy, and God basically dictated I stop. Stayed in a handicapped-accessible room, where the bathroom had no door. That was a little weird, but… oh well.

I don’t think this day had much of a theme to it. I’m nervous about getting back to LA, my work situation, and whatnot. But JET possibilities are exciting. Oh well, here goes nothing. Another 800 miles to go, should be in LA late tonight. Ganbarimasu!

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