Happy Shitty New Year

Here’s Shitty Mickey wishing you a Happy New Year. Goodbye 2010, hello 2011.

Shitty Mickey says Happy New Year. Based on the webcomic by John Reed & Michele Witchipoo. Click on the pic to enter website: http://www.shittymickey.com

Shitty Mickey!


Belated Shitty Mickey Holiday Greetings.

Seasons’ greetings from Shitty Mickey and friends:

Seasons Greetings From Shitty Mickey and friends. Based on the webcomic by John Reed & Michele Witchipoo

Shitty Mickey holiday special!

Shitty Mickey Facebook Fan Page

Shitty Mickey Wants You! Drawn by Michele Witchipoo Dec. 2010. Based on the webcomic by John Reed & Michele Witchipoo. Click the pic or hit the link below for the Facebook fan page.


For those on Facebook, there’s a Shitty Mickey fan page:

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NYC Cabin Fever With Facebook Sprinkled On Top

Before this east coast blizzard happened, I had plans. Maybe go to the movies, walk around Williamsburg or downtown Manhattan. However, with this snow I’m not willing to deal with public transportation unless absolute necessary.

The clincher was when I was on my way to yoga class. Some douche speeding in the road almost runs me over. In this weather!

Last night there was major traffic backed up in my usually quiet neighborhood. Could hear some honking still at 10pm. As of this entry, some streets were still not plowed last night.

Just when I thought I was maturing, boredom sets in. Before I knew it, I was altering a photo of Mike Bloomberg in Photoshop. Re-christened him as “Mike Buttberg.” Created a ‘Buttberg for Mayor FB event.’ Gotta admit, even if it was infantile, I’m still laughing.

Which proves that Boredom and Facebook makes a dangerous combination. Hmm…make that boredom and the internet as a whole. Welcome to one of America’s favorite pastimes.

For the record, I don’t hate Mayor Bloomberg. Even though I wasn’t into Bloomberg extending mayor term limits, I did agree with his stances on social issues (woman’s right to choose, same sex marriage, etc.) My chagrin was more reserved for Rudy Giuliani. However, his attitude towards the cleanup of this recent blizzard, not cool. No pun intended.

Did manage to catch up on sleep. Can’t complain about that. Last week was grumbling that I needed a vacation. Well I suppose I got one.

Merry F***ing Christmas.

I’ve had enough. Enough of Christmas, Yule, Solstice, Kwanzaa, Hanukkah, whatever.

Where did all this bah humbug spirit come from? Eh, not going to get into it…but I will tell you what exactly is wrong with many who celebrate Christmas. No wait, how about the whole “holiday” season in general. Yeah. Equal opportunity animosity, that’s what I say.

Christmas never bothered me too much in recent years. In fact, there’s some good memories attached. Back in the end of 2007, I had arrived back in New York City. Needed money asap, so took any job I could get. To my own horror, I got hired at Macy’s. The flagship store over at 34th street. It wasn’t a glamorous position, mind you. I was selling Christmas decorations over at Holiday Lane. Anyone who personally knows me, I’m the last one to exhume any sort of blatant holiday cheer. Also humiliating, cause it was something already done back in 1992.

To my surprise, that temp gig wasn’t as bad as previously thought. Some of my co-workers were some of the kindest people I’ve ever met. As it turned out, a few of us shared spiritual beliefs that wasn’t exactly ‘Christian.’ One co-worker in particular, she would point out the paganism/pre-Christian symbolism in a few holiday ornaments. Gradually I realized working at Macy’s had been a much needed relief. After my summer of hell in the Midwest, it was nice to be treated with respect. I got hired again the year after that, doing temporary visual display at Macy’s. A step up from basic retail, but it wasn’t the same.

The next three years I found myself getting into the holiday spirit. Yet some cynical observations crept in.

One of my main beefs regards the Christmas tree concept. Never, ever understood the need to cut down real trees just to decorate it for a few weeks. Always thought that was such a waste. Apparently, there’s been some debate about real trees vs fake. Whatever. Honestly, I don’t care. I’m not anti-earth, but I’m not one of these anal-retentive environmentalists either. Besides, I like the obvious falseness of the plastic trees. I like the tacky non natural colors. Give me a blue or white tree any day. ‘Cause if you’re gonna go for tacky, you might as well go all the way. Hell, recently I saw an all black Xmas tree for sale. If that’s not brilliant, I don’t know what is.

More piques about this season is the overt materialism, the illusion of piety, and the bullshit notion being ‘nice’ this time of year. Nothing is more irritating than people thinking they should be good and generous only during Christmas. Meanwhile they’re complete ass wipes the other 364. This is the same attitude of those who attend church, temple, mosque, whatever, but still find it okay to be a jerk for the rest of the week. Cause another of my observations is that judgmental people are usually also the most hypocritical. Hypocrisy’s not my thing.

As a whole, I now find the concept of Christmas to be a complete sham.

All venting aside, I do appreciate whenever someone sends me sincere holiday cheer. It’s appreciated because it comes from the heart. That’s where the real magic comes from. Recently I was asked to come back for a real quickie interview for a local radio show. It was a year end review, and it was nice to be asked back (as opposed to being blacklisted). A friend from my psychology class took the time to get me a holiday present. That warmed my little black cynical heart. Oh, and recently I re-visited Macy’s Holiday Lane. Said hello to someone who still works in that section year after year. That person instantly recognized me, giving me the biggest hug. When this person found out I was about to purchase this black ornament with the words BAH HUMBUG in bold text, she took it out of my hand, and brought it for me. She wanted to offer it as as a gift.

Those three recent incidents represent the true meaning of the holiday spirit. It’s remembering those who’s been cool throughout the year, and remembering those who’ve been good to you, period. True holiday spirit is not about how well your house is lit, or how much you spend, or whatever you believe in. It’s the small sincere gestures that counts. It’s the memories that’s shaped you. It’s spending it with people that matter in your life. Even if you dread spending time with your dysfunctional family, afterwards you can spend time with folks that actually care. Take that with your spiked eggnog.

Merry fucking Christmas everybody.

Charlie Brown Tree With Bah Humbug Ornament. December 25th, 2010. Photo by Michele Witchipoo.



Shitty Mickey Holiday Special!

Because we care…introducing the Shitty Mickey holiday spectacular! Online now!


Radio Radio

I’m going to be part of a radio special tomorrow night! My 15 minutes of fame will be via quickie phone interview.

Back in the early summer, I was interviewed on a radio program, “The Phoenix Perspective.” Unfortunately, the show is no more. However, there is going to be a reunion special tomorrow night. A review and update on what’s been going on since.

Here’s a blog post about the first interview: https://witchesbrewpress.wordpress.com/2010/05/18/radio-scratch/

Tomorrow night will be a Phoenix reunion special.
Tune in 12:30pm EST, WVOX 1460AM

Memories (Crowley)

Continuing with the trend of uploading old work…

For those who don’t know about mercury in retrograde, it’s basically this: the astrology’s version of murphy’s law. What can go wrong. Mercury rules the intellect, communication, learning. So when mercury is in retrograde, expect things like miscommunication, crossed signals, etc. For example, computer crashes are more likely to happen during this time. Oh, and even though we’re going forward, with the merc in retro it seems as if everything is going backwards. Not all is hopeless though. When mercury is in retrograde, it can be used as a time to reflect. Don’t be surprised if an old long lost buddy emails you out of the blue. The past is often reflected on, a time to look back and review.

With that, here’s two old pieces:

Crowley pencil sketch, circa 2002. Basic Crowley pen & ink circa 2002. Kinda cheesy when I look at this now.
Basic Crowley pen & ink circa 2002. Kinda cheesy when I look at this now.

Looking back at the Crowley pen & ink piece…makes me cringe now. To me it’s a bit cheesy. I mean, the inverted pentagram inside Crowley’s eyes? C’mon. Eh, maybe Kenneth Anger would be proud, dunno. Other than that, it’s still not that bad. Speaking of cheesy, you know what is cheesy? That Ozzy song “Mr. Crowley.” A better anthem would be Current 93’s “Crowleymass.” So don’t give us no sass or we’ll kick your ass.

Memories (Magician, 2007)

Mercury in retrograde has officially started. Due to this, I’ll continue with the trend of uploading old art.

This one’s probably like three or four years old. Originally used for the cover of my self printed sketchbook “Babalon Babes,” issue three.

Michele Witchipoo Illustration from 2006-2007.

If you find Babalon Babes issue three, hang on to it. Dunno if I’m going to print those up again.

Ugh. Already I’m getting tired of reliving these old memories. See you soon.