Sunday, December 31, 2006

Pan's Labyrinth: A Film Review by Erin L. Fusco


Wednesday, December 27, 2006


I learned how to do something in Illustrator and I was pleased as punch to crank out a piece of art and try the new technique. Hint: it has something to do with linework. Check it out!

And a shiny nickel to whoever knows who this is.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

It's Always Sunny

... in Philadelphia. This is where a big chunk of my family is from, and this is also one of the greatest television shows ever to grace the small screen. Ohmygod. Major awesomeage. Watch it now on YouTube, or TiVo it. It's on FX. If you don't think it's funny, don't even tell me. I'll just get upset.

Friday, December 08, 2006


Last night I had a dream that was Looney Tunes meets film noir. It's too bizarre to describe, but good lord, it was interesting.

Earlier this week was the third time I was in the same room as Beck (to my knowledge, at least) and man, was that cool. I managed to get into an exclusive taping of a show for Yahoo! Music. How did I do it? Myspace. Thank you, Myspace, for making my life a little bit cooler.

Other than that, been busy reworking my portfolio, freelancing, the whole bit. Man, I wish I had more to say but I'm too hungry to rant.

Sunday, December 03, 2006

From My Soul

Sometimes people ask me, "Erin, do your days of nonstop art making become tiresome? Do you not long for a different means to express yourself?" When I am asked this, I chuckle, sit the person down on my lap, and tell them, "No, my friend, for you see, I am a woman of many talents and passions. In fact, I once was a poet."
"A poet!" they cry, in disbelief, "Do tell me more."
I proceed to tell them of my days as a lass in regular English class. (By the way, that last sentence rhymed and I didn't even mean for it to. I still got it!). Behold, a work I penned:

Rectal bleeding
I have no phone calls.
Heavens to Betsy
Spark plug!

Meat chilling in the cooler
The answer is "green"
Put it behind your legs
Warm Suzanne Somers night.

Sean Penn frightens me
Elegance to the touch
Raspberry Jam pie
Turn around.

Sandbag sunrise
Towering walrus monument
Chicken in a trash can
Take off one sock.

She turned into a salt lick
There is a hair in my eye
The Albatross!

There you have it. A masterpiece, formerly unseen by the eyes of men, here for you to enjoy. Embrace it, for within its cryptic lines lie the very secrets of love, beauty, and the human soul.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Crappy Feet

This didn't actually happen, but this is totally what would happen if this happened.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Candle Jack: WIP

This bastard is taking me about ten thousand years to finish, but seriously, look at it. It's gorgeous. Hooray. I think I'm going to sleep.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Don't Say His Name!

Sometimes I like to take a break from drawing what I should be drawing by drawing a drawing that I want to be drawing. And I've been wanting to draw this one for awhile!

So I did, here's the blue sketch. Hopefully I can set some time aside to color this puppy because I think it'll look really cool finished up. Just don't say his name. But if you do, try to show him the drawing and let me know what he thinks of it.

Tuesday, November 14, 2006

Back When I Was A Genius: Part I

Here is something I am going to start that I can only hope will turn into an ongoing installment of historical findings from my past. Turns out my grandmother and mother have oodles of scribbles and writings from the days of my youth. When I mean youth, I mean things I created when I was around 2-4. My Mum procured a stack of said creations and showed me, and I felt the immediate need to share them with the world. Ladies and Gentlemen, for your consideration, I give you...

Okay, starts out simple enough. I was a kid who liked to draw dinosaurs and Christmas trees on any tablet of paper I could find. But then, things start to get a bit cryptic.

"You are good. You are nice. For you will cook delicious rice. Ricebowl, Erin"

Now this is definite proof that from an early age, I found myself attracted to people who would give me food. To this day it is not uncommon for me to shower someone with poetry and flattering remarks to get them to provide me with sustenance. What can I say? I'm a whore. Also, I like how my earliest cursive is pretty much identical to how my cursive looks now.

The Head: I'm the head today.
The Not Head: When's my turn? You always get to be the head.

This is where these things start to get a little weird. I'm sure my parents were a little disturbed that their sweet daughter was conjuring images of, well... whatever the hell that is. But that would be nothing compared to...


Jesus. Now even this send a chill up my spine. On one hand it's funny, on the other hand, really eerie. There is a huge part of me that wonders where these images came from in my impressionable little mind, and then there is another part of me that goes, "I wonder why I'm not that creative anymore".

That's all for now. Hopefully more will be on the way. In the meantime, it's Christmas time at Disneyland and that makes me happier than you could imagine.

Sunday, November 12, 2006


The only place where your neighborhood ice cream truck comes rolling down the block in the middle of November.

Monday, November 06, 2006

Oh, wow.

So how is it that I never noticed that there is a little button that allows me to post a thumbnail of an image and then you can click it and it opens in a new window for your viewing pleasure?


Well, since this is an exciting discovery for me, here comes some art!

This actually happened.

So did this.

And that's all I have for right now, sorry. Haven't had much time to work on personal art, but I can tell you that I'm making a piece of fan art that is going to be quite nice when it's done.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Love Letter 2


Thank you for making me the happiest girl alive.



Monday, October 09, 2006

A Love Letter

Dear Red Pre-owned Mini Cooper,

Hi, it's me, Erin. I came by and drove you today with my parents. How are you? I'm writing this letter because I have something to get off my chest. I know this sounds silly... But I think I love you. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on your Chili Red exterior and sat on your gorgeous two-toned leather beige sport seats. You've got 17" wheels and rally lights... I like that on a car.

Plus, that white top with the panoramic sun roof? And, oh, how can I forget the Xenon lamps. I don't mean to be forward, but... That's hot.

I know your previous owner beat you up a little but it's no biggie. I'll take good care of you, baby. If you don't have an iPod adapter and your plastic seat-backs are scuffed up... It's okay, we can work through that. All that matters is our love.

I'd really like you to come live at my house. It's great here, and I have more car care accessories than you could ever dream of. I know it seems crazy but I know we can do it. I think what I'm really trying to say is... I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Or at the very least, until your extended warranty runs out.

Let's drive off into the sunset together.

Forever Yours,


Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Harvest Moon DS

I managed to play Harvest Moon DS for a whole five minutes before I realized that is it overwhelmingly unlike "Friends of Mineral Town", which was very simple. No, the DS version has a plethora of new things to offer its victims, including:

• A cat
• Ducks
• A new, huge town
• An evil witch
• A mermaid
• One homeless man
• One mad scientist
• One doctor with a robot eye
• A black Sprite with an afro

My big dilemma right now (aside from figuring out how anything in this game works) is figuring out which girl I want to marry. Do I choose the sassy girl with the short punky red hair? The blond who looks like Winter from Girly? OR THE MERMAID NAMED LEIA (hard to resist that one, although I think she'd have to live in a pond). I don't know, the Mermaid is sounding like the coolest option.

There goes my life. Thanks a lot, Harvest Moon!

Tuesday, September 12, 2006


There's nothing quite like your life-long artistic idol and influence giving you a big hug and telling you that he's proud of you. This is what happened yesterday when I attented Doug TenNapel's presentation on pitching and story development. What an amazing three hours it was!

I know this is a bit late but I don't think I can express how sad I am that Steve Irwin is gone. I feel like someone very close to me has died, even though I hardly ever watched his show. I guess that just goes to show you what an amazing influence he had on the world, even if you weren't completely aware of it.

Character designer opening at Cartoon Network. The question is, do I apply? And also, how do I get there if I do? Frustration becomes your close friend when the lease on your car is up in a few months and you can't drive anywhere because you're going to get raped for every mile you drive over your designated mileage. OOGHH!!

I have to go draw monkeys, or something. Pigs, maybe. Some animals. My portfolio has a serious lack of hilarious/loveable animals.

Sunday, September 03, 2006

Today started out great and then turned into a big flaming heap of badness. I don't really feel like elaborating on that but you get the idea.

I'm going to bed.

Friday, September 01, 2006

"I have no problem with that"

I know everyone out there loves Arrested Development, but I'm sorry, it is about fifty times funnier if you actually live in Orange County. When they talk about John Wayne Airport or the Pageant of the Masters or when Buster gets lost in Santa Ana and thinks he's in Mexico, that stuff is hilarious because you're like, "Oh my God, I totally know where that is because I LIVE HERE."

Also, can anyone tell me what the hell "Mike Judge Untitled Comedy" is? It's playing in a few theatres near me and my curiosity has been piqued.

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Vault Disney My Ass

Why is it that normal, real copies of Disney movies that have been "put back into the vault" cannot be found anywhere? Man. I've got a copy of Sleeping Beauty that I weasled from Blockbuster and an Emperor's New Groove disc from eBay that was shipped to me from Thailand. I don't want a gaggle of black suits knocking down my door to confiscate my copy of Robin Hood. Disney must be a lot of fools, for whoever is manufacturing these near-perfect copies of their movies in a jungle sweat shop in Malaysia must be making a boatload of money.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Buy the Farm

I am practically peeing my pants 24/7 waiting for Harvest Moon DS to come out. It would have been out a week ago but God hates me so it has been pushed to a Sept. 12 release. Right now that feels like it's about a thousand years away.

RRGGhH!! Why am I denied vast fields of corn and the ability to milk a cow with a stylus? I am counting the days.


I'm coming to terms with the fact that, about two months ago when I got my very first bladder infection, I learned for the first time where my urethra empties itself. Now, I find this particularly disturbing because I previously thought I was well-aware of which designated holes did what and where they were located. Slightly more unsettling is the memory of my freshman year Human Health and Sexuality class in high school in which I specifically remember my teacher telling me that "the urethra is here", while pointing to a diagram the clitoris or something close to it. However I am not surprised since this was the teacher that would frequently write his own multiple-choice tests and accidentally leave out the correct answer on a majority of the questions. He also spent time massaging the shoulders of the girls in class, which I guess was his cute way of flirting since he obviously has no idea how female genitalia is structured. Aw, I'm being mean. He's actually a really great guy, honest.

But still. I don't know how I spent twenty years on this planet not knowing where I pee out of.

$40 Day

I just found out today that the book I'm illustrating will have an initial printing of 10,000. Jeez oh man! Thassalottabooks.

So here I am, feeling slightly crappy and tired, debating whether to order these delicious looking cranberry candies I saw on this $40 Day show on the Food Network. The things look tasty. I think I'm just in the mood to buy something on the internets but I can't think of anything to get.

Except for a wallet that looks like it was made out of bacon.

So it's either candies or bacon wallet.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

My room

feels like the goddamn devil's sauna. I don't know what happened but today it is horrendously hot and when I climb the staircase I can actually feel my pores preparing to gush sweat as the heat intensifies. On the bright side, it's almost five and it should be cooling down soon.

Wow, did I have a birthday. A marvelous one! I think a record amount of people remembered (thanks, Myspace!) and I got a few tremedously awesome gifts, including two luscious DVD box sets (thanks Mike), one ominous Darth Vader print by artist John Loter (thanks Charles), several signed birthday cards and a reserve for Harvest Moon DS (thanks again, Charles), a gorgeous necklace (thanks Mum), a wireless Guitar Hero controller customized with Venture Bros stickers (thanks Dave), and a Monarch henchman customized My Little Pony (thank you Mollie) which I shall post pictures of sometime soon. Also, add one midnight showing of Snakes on a Plane (thank you Sam Jackson, for being you).

Anyway. Just had to say it's hotter than hell in my room and I'm not going to take it anymore.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

I've Been Shot!

I would like everyone to know that I lead a glamorous lifestyle. Glamorous enough to have paparazzi-style photographs taken of me whenever I enter the public. Observe:

Actually, I was spotted by a group of Dave's coworkers while having lunch with Charles. I like how this happens right as I'm thinking to myself, "Dave and I should come here for lunch sometime. I think he gets a long lunch break." Also, while shoveling noodles into my my mouth uncouthly, I thought, "Boy, it's a good thing no one is watching me eat this way".

So much for that.

All I know is that from now on, I'm looking over my shoulder whenever I'm in Irvine or any surrounding area.

Sunday, August 06, 2006



And you know what, World? You're amazing. Seriously. Give yourself a round of applause. You deserve it.

Thursday, August 03, 2006


Today is one of those days where, from the moment you wake up, it sucks. Not in any exceedingly prominent way, but in a very dull, depressing way. For starters, it's been terribly gloomy out all day. Dark and gloomy. I spent my entire day in my room watching cartoons after a fitful night of sleep and a series of bizarre dreams. No one called me and I haven't eaten much in two days due to being busy and stressed. Actually, I lied. I ate something a half hour ago but since my stomach isn't used to eating anything except for english muffins and guacamole over a forty-eight hour period, it's hurting somethin' fierce. After all this, throw in a ton of worry over someone I care about deeply into the mix, and you've got a great recipe for feeling awful.

Also the one dream I feel I can share was one where I was on the Sailing Ship Columbia (the pirate-esque ship at Disneyland) on the sea with the crew from Pirates of the Caribbean. As part of a big spectacle set up for the 50th Anniversary, the ship flew out of the water, leaving a trail of pixie dust behind (for anyone who has even been on the Peter Pan ride, think of the way the ship looks flying over Mermaid Lagoon towards the end of the ride). So the ship zooms forward and it's just me and Jack Sparrow on it, although I'm dressed up like Elizabeth Swann (score). The ship heads towards Disneyland, taking these huge playful dives and twirls down Main Street, freaking the crap out of the Disney guests below. The ship heads for the Rivers of America and plunges into the water, right in front of a screen set-up for the premiere of the Pirates movie. I remember thinking, "I wonder if I can pass for a convincing Keira Knightley with short hair". Meanwhile for some reason Jack and I are tied up over the water for no real reason. The audience is "ooing" and "aahing" at the spectacle, when suddenly, GIANT TENTACLES reach out from the river and towards the guests. The Kraken! Everyone screams and runs. When it is silent again, a producer pops out of nowhere, yells "That's a wrap!" and gets us down while revealing the clever new Kraken special effect they set up.

That was a weird one. The strange thing was it was all so convincing. Even the Kraken effect didn't look super real, but real enough to be something Disney Imagineers could accomplish.

Boy, this entry sure was one big happy sunshiney pick-me-up, wasn't it? Sorry everyone.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Mmm... Lemon squares

I had a dream the other night that I was the Flash and I had to save the rest of the Justice League from evil, and then I was myself again and I went into the kitchen and I baked lemon squares with Dr. Girlfriend.

... I think I'm experiencing some heavy subconscious Comic Con withdrawl.

Good Morning

So today I wake up, and the first thing I see is that iTunes is selling Cartoon Network and Adult Swim shows, including the new season of Venture Bros.

This is a good morning!

Wednesday, July 26, 2006


HAHAHAHAHAHAHA oh please who didn't know this like ten years ago.

Tuesday, July 25, 2006


Fanart from Gabe Swarr's "Mode7" (Click the title). I became aware of this comic after attending a panel at the Comic Con, where Mr. Swarr and Jon Gibson were talking about their pilot in development. Well, I instantly fell in love with the characters and the designs and I'm really looking forward to the potential of the whole thing becoming a show.

The comic's style is really loose and fun, reminding me that sometimes as an artist I take myself too goddamn seriously and I need to learn how to lighten up and have more fun when I draw, instead of staring at a blank page and going, "Okay, what I'm going to put down has to be really awesome looking because if it isn't really awesome it can't go into the portfolio and I'll never get a job and oh man I'll hate myself if it doesn't look totally amazing" I've been in a real dry period with my art and I feel like there is a creative simmer going on in my mind, and it's only a matter of time before I reach a boiling point and really start to get creative. Feeling paralyzed for no real reason when it comes to your craft is extremely frustrating. It's tough to explain but I feel like I should say something because I've been this way for a few years now.


Comic Con was ridiculous this year. I met Maxwell Atoms (Billy and Mandy creator), Doc Hammer and Jackson Publick, a Ren & Stimpy co-creator, and... probably some other people but I forget. Also, I saw Lewis Black and he looked me straight in the eye. Hooray! Con aside, the Lewis Black thing would have made my month either way so it was just like a bonus bag on top of all the other cool stuff that was going on. Ate at Dick's Last Resort, took a train, and finally became a member of ASIFA. The Adult Swim panel was beyond unreal. The Moral Orel guys were drunk off their gourd and heckling absolutely everyone. Fantastic stuff, and I'm only sad that it's over for an entire year.

Also, Brandon flew out and we went to Disney.

Ow. Ow ow. I feel like something is stabbing me in the eyeball.

I think I should also mention that last night I witnessed the rowdiest game of miniature golf I've ever seen. Much happened and maybe I'll illustrate it sometime, but there was this brief exchange:

Nick: (singing) Tickle my crotch and call me Larry!
Jeff: No, I'm good.

That's all for now.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

Life Requirement #1

Please click the title of this post and watch that pilot. It just might tickle your fancy, if your fancy desires to be tickled.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Okay, stop.

Hello, everyone? Jessica Simpson is not that hot. Really. I'm not saying she ISN'T hot, but she isn't as hot as you think she is. She looks like she got hit in the face by a crowbar. Her mouth is screwed up. Seriously, guys, find a classier lady to be obsessed with. It's getting depressing.

Meanwhile, life is crazy. I find myself blossoming into the career I have desired my entire life and it hasn't quite hit me yet. Maybe that's because I have no money. Once I have a few pesos... maybe it will become clear that I am livin' the dream.

Sorry about not keeping up on American Idol. This has been pointed out to me many times. "Erin, you did not keep up with American Idol in your blog". Well, shut it. Here's something; I WENT to American Idol. That's right. For Country Week. It was amazing. An experience like that can't be described in text. I sat in the front row. My Mum was on TV. You might've seen her and you never even knew. I mean, how awesome is that?

Speaking of awesome... VENTURE BROTHERS SEASON 2. It is beyond crazy because I think over the past few years I conditioned myself to just believing that there wasn't going to be any more episodes. Everything I love (animation-wise) gets brutally slain in a fit of executive decision and audience naieveté. Seeing the Venture family and The Monarch back in action is like I died and went to heaven. I'm still pinching myself... and that doesn't even begin to describe how much better my life is just because there is a season two.

Friday, March 10, 2006

Why, America? Why?

Why did you vote Ayla off? She was good and Melissa is a harlot and you know it.

This week Ace melted my face off. Hoorah!

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

American Idol - Girls' Night Out

Since I am a proud American and I am a sucker for a curmudgeonly British man in a black sweater, I've been avidly watching American Idol this season.

And whether you like it or not, I'm going to try to blog my thoughts every night the show is on. Yow!

It's time to vote, which is my favorite thing ever. Here's the rundown on tonight's show:

Mandisa, Lisa, and Katharine, you guys are prime choice. Can't wait to see you next week!

Paris, marry me. I want to be your soulmate and I love you to death and beyond.

Everyone else, you're either hot and you suck or you're not hot at all and you just plain suck. Booh!

I can't want to see the light of my life (Ace Young) perform tomorrow. Oh god, I just discovered There goes my money!

I feel like I'm going to hurl up an entire can of split pea soup.

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Morning Schedule

Some of Cartoon Network's children's programming during the day:

• Little Robots
• Krypto the Superdog
• Harry and his Bucket Full of Dinosaurs

Does anyone else see how awesome this is?

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Quality Time, suckas

Mike = My Brother
Erin = Me
Taylor = My sister

Mike: I can just see the ad campaign for "Bawls" now... like a dad walks into your room, and says 'Son, are you playing with you Bawls?'"
Erin: Yeah, and then the bottle has like, a little skirt on it. Like he's playing.
Taylor: A skirt?!
Erin: Well, yeah.
M: Another questionable bottle design. Why the bumps?
E: Oh, I know.
M: But it's nothing compared to those Umberto Giannini hair products that look like huge dildos.
E: Really? *click click google*
**The aforementioned hair product does indeed look like a dirty pleasure toy**
E: Oh, wow.
M: Yeah, they look like little vibrators, but they're like, huge! Like this big *Puts a three-foot gap between hands to show height*
E: Well, good!
M: ....
T: ....
E: ....
M: ... that was the best possible answer to that.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

People's Choice Awards

America, what is wrong with you?

Your favorite three movies, from an ENTIRE YEAR, and the only ones you can boil it down to are Batman Begins, Hitch, and Star Wars III!?

Maybe I don't want to know what the people's choice was for anything. I never asked for any of this. I never ever asked or wanted to know if anyone saw Hitch, or if Green Day is the best band all year. No.

ErinZ (10:45:30 AM): the people's choice awards are clearly for retards only.
Brando (10:45:37 AM): (laughs)
ErinZ (10:45:48 AM): i think that must have been a requirement. to vote, you need to be deemed mentally unfit by the state.
Brando (10:45:53 AM): The Retarded People's Choice Awards?

* * *

Brando (10:49:00 AM): Who *won*?
ErinZ (10:49:04 AM): Star Wars.
Brando (10:49:09 AM): PFFT.
Brando (10:51:07 AM): Dat one wins a'cause it had da' most commercials.
Brando (10:51:34 AM): Dey were ons my Dorito's bag and everyt'ing.

Way to go, democracy.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Angel Brody

.. Touché, Tim. But actually, I really wasn't talking about covering up what I want to say, just talking about what talking could be like in general. I was really bored and kind of perturbed that night. You understand.

I just had some absolutely vivid and bizarre dreams.

One of which was Adrien Brody, WITH ANGEL WINGS. Although the angel wings were like parrot wings, but he really was an angel, from heaven and the whole shebang. He was in love with me, HOWEVER, he said although he would really LOVE to do me, he wasn't sure if it was cool with God. Because, you know, he's an angel and everything.

The other dream involved me going on some weirdo version of the Haunted Mansion Holiday, but all the animatronics (and also these stuffed animals I was clutching) were real. I was with my sister, trying to convince her of that, and she just laughed at me and called me stupid. I said, "No, there ARE real, they're alive and everything" and she still laughed. I then tried to leap over a giant pumpkin, but my sister grabbed onto my legs and it was really, really painful. I tried to punch her off me but I passed out from pain. When I woke up we were surrounded by all the living characters from Nightmare Before Christmas, including characters from Hocus Pocus, all concerned for my health. My sister apologized and the characters were all reciting lyrics from "Kidnap the Sandy Claws" and I thought to myself, "Santa Claus would shit if he saw all this"

Monday, January 09, 2006

Wouldn't it be interesting if we all just said exactly what was on our minds when it came to interacting with others? Exactly what you're thinking. No bullshit. Just let it all out. And, for convesation's sake, let's pretend that in everyday society, that's how people function. By saying shit that needs to be said.

I guess covering the truth or just flat-out making shit up is just how we work. Everyone is afraid of hurting everyone else, and on top of that everyone is afraid of making an idiot out of themselves. I suppose it all just gets to a certain point where, when almost everyone you know has been bullshitting about everything right to your face and you know it and it has been going on for months, you just get sick, tired, and pissed off. Or just frustrated.

Someone get me out of my house, I'm thinking too much.

Snickers are only good if you eat them.