People I Like is a zine I created specifically for the 2016 Phoenix Zine Fest and people really seemed to dig it. That could be because I was only selling it for $1, but it was a lot of fun putting it together and talking to people about it at the event. The night before, there was a reading from everyone’s zines and shit got raw. People were reading deeply personal shit, shaking and crying and I was like, “Duh, I like Dolly Parton!” But it was perfect in that time and that place, breaking up the tension, laughing, and I had such a great time sharing my work with everyone.
I put together a Vol. II, this time drawing the pictures of the people I like instead of just stealing the images from Google and violating any number of copyright laws in the process. I included a few bonus drawings that might not otherwise see the light of day, so I just thought I’d drop those in there, too.
There will never be a People I Hate. I’m a deeply cynical person by nature, but People I Like is just a celebration of positivity.
Amy Hill is in so many of my favorite things. She’s been in King of the Hill multiple times, she was in Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. There’s just something about her. I wish she was my aunt. You know she has amazing stories to tell and that she’d be able to tell them so well.
Rachel Bloom deserves every bit of success she has. In a perfect world, she’d have an EGOT (Emmy, Grammy, Oscar and Tony). It does my heart good to know she’s apparently super-duper nice in real life.
Living Single is seriously and criminally underrated and Erika Alexander, as Maxine Shaw, Attorney at Law, is the best thing in it. She has a pretty great career of popping up in high-profile things and being a bright spot in them. She was in Soderbergh’s experimental, minDV-filmed Full Frontal, she was in Tony Scott’s Déjà Vu and she was amazing and hilarious in Jordan Peele’s Get Out.
When I was a kid, I used to love Cowboy Curtis. As I got older, Lawrence Fishburn just sort of followed me to other movies and projects I was interested in. Like, when I was 12, I thought The Matrix was the coolest thing on the planet. Part of me still does. So, Fishburn is always in the raddest shit as the raddest person.
George A. Romero
When I was something like 11 years old, I caught Night of the Living Dead on PBS one Halloween night and my intention was to mercilessly mock this corny old black and white zombie movie from the 60s, like the robots from MST3K. I began laughing at it and it’s canned music, but about five minutes in, when a zombie in a cemetery smashes a dudes skull in on a tombstone, I shut the fuck up and wrung my hands for the rest of the movie, just totally terrified. And the ending is majorly fucked up. Thank you, George. You created a monster in me with your terrific career. I maintain that Martin is his true masterpiece, though, with Night in close second.
Fuck off. I love J.Lo. She’s amazing in Selena and in Out of Sight. And you know you love “Waiting for Tonight.” Don’t lie!
David Lynch is like the artist I always wish I could be, but I just don’t have the temperament for it. He’s completely fearless and taps into something primal and purely imaginative whenever he creates anything. I don’t like everything he does, but I like almost everything about him. He’s a genuine, real-deal weirdo.
It’s really weird to me that Bill Paxton wasn’t in the first volume of “People I Like”. I had two Paxton-themed birthday parties. I invited him to one, but I have no idea if he ever got the invitation. I dedicated my book to him. I fucking love Bill Paxton.
I love Martin Scorsese’s movies because he’s not afraid to go really deep into his psyche and put it all on display for everyone to see. What’s there, a lot of the time, is unpleasant. It’s dark. It’s scary! It’s full of his fears and doubts and hang-ups and insecurities and issues with women and religion. But he never shies away from that ugliness. That he also happens to arguably be one of the finest living directors is just sort of an added bonus. He’s a natural storyteller and can make any kind of movie, veering wildly between the Masterpiece Theater-esque Age of Innocence and something really ugly and personal like Taxi Driver.
I feel like when it comes to a specific type of sense of humor, Amy Sedaris and I just naturally click. When she makes something like Strangers With Candy or At Home With Amy Sedaris, I just get it. It’s like I’m the specific target audience in mind for her stuff. I also feel like if I ever met her, I’d have nothing interesting to say to her so I’d just pretend I’m being really cool by not talking to her. Like, “I’ll let you have your space and not bother you,” but really it’s because I’m too shy and weird and scared to say anything.
Okay, so this one… my buddy and I enjoyed pitching terrible-sounding movies together. One day he texted me being like, “Okay, picture this… it’s called Baby-Daddy,” and I loved it so much I cast the picture in my head and drew the poster. I imagine this going direct to Redbox.
I drew this for Everything is Terrible, the found-on-VHS art collective. Gerbert is a Christian puppet who has a crisis of faith when someone damages his kite. His yelling, “MY KITE!!!” reminded me of Bobby Hill, so… that’s where this comes from.
One night, after getting high, my wife and I wanted to unwind before bed. She wanted to watch Living Single. I wanted to watch Star Trek. You can probably figure out how this one came to be from there. As my wife puts it, “The crossover event no one asked for.” I have a whole story jotted down somewhere, but that’s a lot of work for a joke twelve people worldwide would enjoy.