Paz-Books

I love playing... or should I say... I loved playing I remember that when I was young, I was crazy for video games. My spoiled friends all got a Super Nintendo, my grandma was spoiling me with gameboys, but it was not the same thing. You could share a super nintendo and it was colorful. the gameboy was nice (Metroid on Gameboy was awesome), but I always got the envy of not having a stupid super nintendo. With the advent of computers, video gaming on them, and suddenly realizing that its graphics were better than the N64, I was finally dreaming the dream: I remember playing Doom, Heretic, and a game about some space ships fighting each other (don't remember the name), but everything was in glorious 3-D (and in shinny colors) Everything was pixelated, but it was fantastic... Of course, my parents didn't like me and my brothers spending tons of time playing games, we often would indulge in playing these late at night. A complicated issue, because the computer was n...

The evolution of my drawings... I have always loved to draw. that was perhaps the reason why I never got any good grades back in my school, I was busy drawing... I used to draw some really nasty things... the cartoonists in Mexico have always been a little explicit, and coming from the liberal mexican family that I come from, we would get newspapers like "La Jornada" with cartoons like these: Which was perfectly suitable for boys around that age. Boys at that age, love to see tits, violence and chaos, change my mind, I dare you... anyway.  Problem was that my drawings were bad, or maybe not that bad, maybe with the same style that this cartoonist (Trino) is drawing, which is not very "aesthetic". Around that age, japanese cartoons were invading our children's minds. There was this little boy who loved to draw the "caballeros del zodiaco" which was really popular in Mexico, that and the simpsons, and the human mind is wonderful, you gr...

I am starting a blog today... Somehow, I think that it will help me out with my book selling (which is at zero right now) This is the book I got from Amazon, it is a "proof" book. I was so happy when I first got it, and then as always, you start checking the little details. In this case, the margin is not properly cut, and it did have some minor details on my behalf, e.g. I did have two repeated 21 chapters, and many little inconsistencies everywhere. My father told me that it was ok, the most important thing was the contents, and yes, part of me agree with him, while the fascist part of me: the one that wishes to end all of humanity in a hellish ocean of fire, tells me that the devil is in the details. Both are right. So last night, I was correcting all these stupid minor details, that and at the same time I was fighting with my computer software. Let me explain: I love Microsoft Word, I grew working with the stupid program, it was the only option back then, r...