Hey, chums!

Welcome to gaupblog, the brand-new blog keeping you up-to-date with news and developments from behind-the-scenes of the new comics website gaup.

gaup will be the new home to former internet superstar The Carrotty Kid, as well as all-new strips from other creations whom we hope you’ll enjoy and come to love like a new family – albeit a family made of ink and crayon.

This blog will keep you posted about our progress as we gear up to launch the site, as well as throwing in some random musings on stuff and nonsense as we see fit. Hopefully, it won’t be boring.

To get things rolling, here’s a sketch of Captain Rex Rover from our forthcoming strip ‘Jet Pets’, which will be among the line-up of comics we’ll have ready at launch.

Look at him! Look at him with your eyes!

Yeah, pretty cool, huh?

Stay tuned for more of this kind of thing in the coming weeks!

Tara!

- Andy.

Premieregalla. Den røde løperen er rullet ut og folket har kledd seg opp til fest. Og der står jeg, uten forventninger, bare med et ørlite håp om å spise popcorn og se samefilm. På 15. rad på Colosseum. Rundt meg satt kremen av norsk filmbransje. På samme rad som Bjørn Sundquist satt jeg. På samme rad som Mikkel Gaup og Mari Boine. Her var det samedrakter nok for enhver urinnvånerentusiast og man skulle vel ha forventet at salen brøt ut i joik på hvilketsomhelst tidspunkt. Det skjedde aldri. men filmen var flott (gå og se den, så blir det kanskje flere store filmer i Norge, ikke at de små filmene er kjipe, men det er vel artig med variasjon, eller?). Det er få ting som er tøffere enn pelskledde samer på krigstokt på 1800-tallet. Seriøst. Du vil ikke kødde med samene, de er beinharde! Hell yeah! Jeg husker ikke lenger Veiviseren, det er altfor lenge siden jeg så den, men det er på høy tid med samehaussing.Vi kjørte avgårde til premierefest med blitzfotografering ved inngangspartiet. Samene stod tett rundt oljetønna foran Gamle Logen som stod i brann, og varmet hendene sine. Hadde det ikke vært fordi de bar fargerike folkedrakter, eller var kledd i skinn, kunne man trodd de var horer på villspor i kulda. Men nei.Vakre samiske kvinnfolk hilste oss velkommen og ga bort ikke-eksisterende drikkebonger. Eventbyrået som hadde skimpet på ølbongene, hadde brukt hele budsjettet på tre massive lavvoer som stod i salen, opplyst av lyskastere. Etter den opphissende filmopplevelsen (samer i full vigør), var jeg så oppspilt at jeg nesten veltet en lavvo på vei innover i lokalet. Filmbransjens elite småpratet rundt meg mens de grafset i seg sametapasen, men jeg hadde bare ett mål for øyet, Mikkel. Den fullvoksne veiviseren. Den stolte samen.
Da han så opp på meg, så jeg rå reinsdyrpasjon forkledd i et flakkende blikk. Jeg fikk gåsehud over hele kroppen. Han og meg i lavvoen. Ingen tvil. Omkranset av reinsdyrpels og tørket kjøtt. Luften tett av vilt, med intetanende filmfolk svirrende rundt oss.

Senere på kvelden kom en tidligere sametingspresident bort og lurte på om noen var inni lavvoen. Men akk, han var for sent ute, vår hemmelige kjærlighet var allerede fullbyrdet. Han var glimtet i mitt øye.Nå venter jeg bare på en samefilm-boksen med Veiviseren og Kautokeino-opprøret (den må vel komme?) som jeg kan kose meg med på kalde vinterkvelder. Det er jo varmt i lavvoen.

some 7 years ago?

what were in these youngster’s minds

how are you mr 怪客利民?

My brother’s girlfriend, Annie, told me once
‘when i sat at your dinner, i cant feel any warmth nor sense of bonding between your family.’

anyone who knows me, knew that i am never a family person. I didn’t grow up with them, I didnt live with them at all except a brief time in my primary school time. And more importantly, I didn’t learn from them. I learnt from my buddies, I learnt from my experiences. That is one of the reason i disrespect the so called ‘grown-up’

ok so, there was my bro, my grandma, my mum and myself dining tonite at Whampoa. After the food we sat down abit and when I was about to leave for more works at my apartment and return the movies, my mum sat down and asked for a talk.

I knew it was coming, coz guess what, my parents are argueing again (how surprising). So as a son, i sat down on the sofa with my bro henry, waiting to listen to the same stories again. It was all expected, My mum was being suspicous again about my dad having another woman outside. To be honest I dont know and will never find out the truth.

My mum : i am not as clever as your dad, so i could never find out if he doesnt admit it himself.
henry : You’ll never be happy, even if you divorce, you’ll just keep trying to find out the truth, keep bothering us about weather or not this woman exist

i didn’t say anything, but i agreed with my brother in silence.

I remember how Mary, my ex-gf dumbed me, and at the beginning she didn’t tell me about this new boyfriend in UK. So, being such a stubborn and agressive person myself, i asked, and asked, and asked again, for a reason, a reason for breaking up. Finally she told me the truth. I got what I asked for, the truth, did that make me a happier person? It surely didn’t. after that I sat in my bed for a month, or 2, covered myself with duvet and dropping tears the whole time, kept thinking about this ‘tragedy’ which i thought i didn’t deserve. I was angry, very angry, and at the same time, felt pity for myself. i collasped.

My mum started crying, and just kept going on and on about these so called evidents she found and observed over the last few weeks. I was getting impatient, i dont really need to know these, and it’s pointless right now to investigate into the ‘truth’. So i finally interrupted her.

rc : mum, you know i was single for almost the whole of last year. I wasted so much time figuring out the reaons, and being a greifing person. The point right now is he doesnt love you anymore, he feels difficult talking to you, or just being in the same room with you. And you know what? it was never a 1-sided thing. Maybe he rather goes chill out with friends and get drunk than being with you, and have you really thought clearly why? A person who sits at home all day, shouting at her own mother and her husband’s mother, putting up a ‘black’ face because of trivial matters, isn’t exactly an attractive person. I’ve learnt over the past year, how to be a nicer person to those around you, AND, how to live a life of your own, find a hobby, no matter how tedious it is, find a passion, no matter how silly it seems. a person without content, isn’t adorable, isn’t adimrable. So stop trying to be a detective and just get on with your life, learn the art of living, and then you’ll see through the mist and will stop moaning about how shit life is. I’ve never been in a marriage so i dont exactly know what’s the obligation, but trust me on the rest, i’ve been there done that. Right now i am the happiest person ever.

In no way i was trying to defend my father. but just trying to point out the fact that where the real problem is. So she continued ‘ i am sure he wasnt just chilling out with friends, becase….. ‘

Then i picked up my DVDs, pat on my brother’s knee ‘hey bro let’s go return these’

At that moment i knew i could never become a psychiatrist, i never have the patient to talk with tropical fishy.

熱帶魚
歌手：藍奕邦 | 作曲：藍奕邦
填詞：藍奕邦 | 編曲：藍奕邦, 李漢金

＊熱帶魚
　魚缸中一雙一對　談不上揮之則去
　大家不想太疲累　功課做完大覺睡
　魚缸中懶惰浮游　得過且過的屈居
　不進則退＊

興那個　跟那個　抄個夠吧
書報裡　推介過　然後你又讚它
大紅人　穿著過　所以著吧
總會有　AB餐　無謂費神去揀

天光必然有天黑　根本不用計算吧
思想保持最簡單　等個笨人站前哨
講的不是你所想　別做突出的那個
不需多動腦思考　逃避現實做啞巴

REPEAT＊

興那個　聽那個　起勢唱吧
他會舞　雙截棍　然後你又去耍
大紅人　講那套　反戰說話
因你怕　跟不上　然後你又去反

催谷心靈喝雞湯　纖體矯形再美白
追捧他人愛追的　幫個犯人做橫額
偏激將弊處指出　受盡大家的怪責
不需多動腦思考　逃避現實做啞巴

熱帶魚
魚缸中針鋒相對　談不上揮之則去
大家不想太疲累　只要做人沒顧慮
誰都可照樣浮游　開心得有點心虛
爛泥一堆或是物以類聚

I got into a habit of stalking, friends, friend’s friends, to complete strangers. It all started when I first got my internet connection in the boarding house, some 7, 8 years ago (56k shared with my german neighbour, after fighting for an installation of our own phone lines with our housemater Mr.Mo)

Back then blogging was non-existance. With my very limited knowledge in html and WYSIWYG softwares, I made my first empty rc, hosted by.. m.. what was it called, i cant recall anymore. Strangers started to leave message in my ugly guestbook with their link, and from there i drift endlessly aimlessly, just to read about a stranger’s life, beautified.

Ofcoz now when everyone and their mum has their own xanga, typepad, bloggers.. i can indulge myself in the rhizome for hours, everydays. Stalking has become part of my life, a routine.

So I’ve pretty much finished all my work for the 2nd from last semester in my education, and while my friends are entertaining themselves with my grandma on the mahjong table outside, i locked my door, lite a cigerette and started to do my thing. Came across this page written months ago about the movie ‘Last Day’, which I have only heard about but never seen for some reasons? (maybe i was in China).

In Utero, i thought i have that CD. Since i got into this bad habbit of stealing music i cant even remember which albums i own. I dived into my already dusted CD collection, and was only able to find Nevermind and Incesticide, no In Utero. (but i am pretty sure i had that album at one point by the cover, either borrowed from my guitar teacher few years back or just from stores?)

in the middle of led zep, radiohead, oasis *shamlessly*, and LMF (they were the definition of coolness back in my A level time), I discovered a sketch book. 2002 summer

on the first page, it was a sketch of a room, dated 23/6/2002, with 2 lines i’ve written in chinese. roughly translated into:

oblivious, yet familiar.

2002, mmm, i wasnt going through any crisis from what i remember, just being nostalgic about my first return to UK i guess. The room depicted was in Swindon, a boring small town famous for holding funeral ceremony services somewhere nobody would go about 5 hours from London by train, an apartment in my brother rented when he was working there for his summer intern. Stacked in between was some postcards i bought but never sent, and some crappy journals which i’ve written on about the need to find my own definition of architecture, something I am starting to grasp in my final year of study, but never will truely accomplish. It was a nice summer.

From stalking others into rediscovering a little bit of my past, that’s what Deleuze would call a rhizomic encounter?

其實你負我　你卻像原告

i'll fucking sue you bitch for wasting 10% of my life.

karma police will catch up with you sooner or later.

Download 06_karma_police.mp3

karma is not about revenge, it's about being happy with your own behavior.you scared now huh?

Karma Police
       
         
         

Karma police
arrest this man,
he talks in maths,
he buzzes like a fridge,
he’s like a detuned radio.

Karma police
arrest this girl,
her Hitler hairdo
is making me feel ill
and we have crashed her party.

This is what you get,
this is what you get,
this is what you get,
when you mess with us.

Karma police
I’ve given all I can,
it’s not enough,
I’ve given all I can
but we’re still on the payroll.

This is what you get,
this is what you get,
this is what you get,
when you mess with us.

For a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself.
Phew, for a minute there,
I lost myself, I lost myself.

For a minute there
I lost myself, I lost myself.
Phew, for a minute there,
I lost myself, I lost myself.

another one… my imaginary friend eason the bar tender talking to me 1 night… he said.

NEW ORDER
作曲：ERIC KWOK
填詞：林夕
編曲：ERIC KWOK
監製：ERIC KWOK

等一等　先生你要的　可不可　給你換雪碧
我與你　其實未相識　不過怕你喝得這麼激
請想想　她不愛你的　為何還　枉花這氣力
出不出色　給拋棄過的　也替你不值

＊容我直言　這酒吧中　天天企到三點
　不想吸煙　捱完二手香煙
　每晚打烊　獨自回家睡眠　從來未變

　我這六年　一天一天　聽酒客　自語自言
　怨氣震天　即使我　越聽越厭
　卻要笑著　前來逐一敷衍　隨和像我　也真的少見
（我卻笑著　前來賺多點錢　來年讓我　去開間花店）＊

想開心　不必做富翁　她當天　聽了沒法懂
更怪我　仍舊是打工　不愛與我吃這西北風
當天起　加班再見工　我信我　這雙手很有用
這一杯酒　都花過苦工　給你免費享用
REPEAT（＊）

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