Shit My Cock Says - Pt. 1

This is a new introduction to the ESF blog: Shit My Cock Says. And unlike pussy-ass CBS whose held back by FCC guidelines and American morality, I am glad to name my column in its entirety: Shit My Cock Says.

The reason for SMCS is just to express what my cock feels. Yes, cocks have feelings too. Unlike vaginas, who have no feelings whatsoever and must talk to their friend, the Clitoris, for advice. Enjoy.

Goodbye, Mr. Rabbit

This past Sunday, my mom brought home a small rabbit. From what I could tell, it was a kitten (the name for infant rabbits) and it was alive and well.

This morning though, around 11 AM CDT, we found the rabbit had died. It lay there, still, with it's eyes open, looking off into the distance. We close it's eyes and buried it an hour ago in an Amazon.com box.

We will miss you Mr. Rabbit.
RIP, Mr. Rabbit

Pictures from Chatroulette - One

Last Sunday (Jun. 26), I ordered a webcam from Amazon. After waiting a terrible six days for it, it came this past Saturday (Jul. 1) and I was pleased. Pleased out the ass I tell you.

I set it up and hauled ass to Chatroulette. If you don't already know what Chatroulette is, basically it's a website where people sit in front of their webcams and the site randomly chooses other people to put in front of you.

To note, this site has garnered some controversy due to what some have seen (ie boobs, people engaging in intercourse, men masturbating, etc), but to date, I've seen: four men masturbating; two women flashing; and no one engaging in intercourse.

Why My School's Sports Team Sucks

At my high school, which I won't name, our sport teams suck balls. And that's more justified than you think. And don't take me wrong, I don't mean to bad mouth these people. God knows I can't run up and down a field for 15 minutes or get tackled by a 210-pound linebacker and go on like nothing happened, but it goes without saying that we aren't too good.

HOLY CHEESE AND CRACKERS, JOHN!

Here in Dallas, the CBS-owned independent station runs about five hours of nothing but court shows, from one until five in the afternoon. One of the shows they run is "The People's Court" and that ditzy little theme song that show has. What got me to look for the song on YouTube is that while watching a Star Wars-themed episode of "Family Guy" on Netflix, the John Williams-led orchestra started to play the song and a big ol' smile came across my face. And now, I'm listening to it, and God, it's addictive. And here it is for YOUR enjoyment.

Art from Facebook - One

This first panel is from May. A friend (name withheld) would come 'round to my house two, three times a week for a ride to school in the morning. Around March, it something nice to do, as a favor, but as the weeks dragged on, it got a bit annoying. I soon got irate about the whole situation, but didn't say anything. Then, one day, on my way to third period, I saw him with his new? girlfriend as I walked by. Later that day, he IM'd me and I told him the following:

Trash in the Sky

Last night, I was told to take the trash out, so I did. About half-way towards the curb, I was like, "Meh, fuck this. Maybe if I try hard enough, I can toss it from here." So I began to build-up power, moving my arm forward-and-backwards faster and faster. I began to move it faster, imagining an imaginary power gauge, going red, green, and back down again. I did it faster until... BAM! I let that sucker have it. But then it had me.

For a Minute There, He Didn't Hate Me.

My dreams recently have been a little terror-filled. Yesterday, I dreamt that I was at a rural gas station that is invaded by a horde of zombies, with everyone dying. Today I managed to escape the gas station when I got into a truck driven by some girl. She then proceeded to drive the truck off an exit ramp and crash it into the opposite retaining wall.

The Immigrants of America

A few weeks ago, I was watching the ABC station here in Dallas, and they were reporting a story about how the majority of public school students here in Texas are Hispanic, coming in at a whopping 50.2%. I wasn't surprised by that figure, especially since we share a border with Mexico several hundred miles long and Texas is home to millions of immigrants.

Now, I won't make this political-charged post about immigration-- that's probably something that some right-wing ex-Marine President-wannabe Republican will talk about to a bunch of conservatives-- but I think that's a bit weird to be a majority somewhere, especially when the majority of the US population is White.

Honestly, as a Hispanic myself, I feel a bit proud of that accomplishment. But some will see this as immigrants taking over the U.S., saying that immigrants are trying to take over and "poison" the American way-of-life, but in all reality, it's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard. It's sort-of like how integration was talked about when a Black family would move into a White neighbourhood, that allowing one in would lead to a wave, which wasn't at all true.

Now, some ignorant people point out that immigrants are bad because from where they are, but in reality, their just people, like you and me who come here in search for a better life and the "American Dream." (I know my parents did 25 years ago.) And it's time to welcome these people as we did back in the 1800 and 1900s, albeit with 21st century tolerance.

But alas, you can't change people's minds and some will blame immigrants for national problems, such as the Nazis blamed the Jews for all their problems in the 1930s. But now, here in the 21st century, it's time to start changing opinions and thoughts instead of hanging on to skewed 20th century ideals.

And as Rodney King once said, "Can't we all just get along?"

I Wonder Who's Reading This

I understand that this blog is one of several million that are out there on the internet. Some are a bit more interesting; others not so much. And honestly, whether anyone looks at my blog is unimportant to me (although it would be greatly appreciated). This blog is here so I can express myself via the drawings I do, no matter how good the actual drawing is.

Go ahead and look around... no one's watching... yet.
All this has a somewhat of a peculiar start after I drew a few panels for my friend to show to her significant other after I had freaked him out over Facebook while in vacation in Mexico. Needless to say, that was the first incarnation of the ESF, and since then, I've drawn probably about 50 drawings, some dealing with the worsening state of relationship with my friend's significant other and others having some social commentary in them, such as the nature of the ads published by AE and Hollister Co.

Overtime, the nature of my art evolved from just being platform to annoy to actually conveying my feelings towards an issue or situation (or just to satisfy some random urge to draw).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy my "art" and I look forward to drawing more things as more ideas emerge.
Eddie Sigala
Founder of The Eddie Sigala Foundation

One of those six panels