Goodbye forever.
-Jason
Jun 4, 2007
THE PIZZA COMPANY (weblog) IS DEAD!
Ok I know its been months since a post, so most of you figured this anyway. I, Jason Berkowitz am officially leaving the Pizza Company blog at the request of Jon (he did create the original concept and name). The old posts may or may not stay up. Jon is still creating original Pizza Company comics in print for The Stony Brook Press. I just started my own webcomic called Psychobable. It is being hosted by Drunk Duck. It is set up like a real webcomic, not in blog form, so its much easier to follow now. It's updated on Mondays and Wednesdays. Check it out. Also check out MoCCA (The Museum of COmic and Cartoon Art) where I work!
Goodbye forever.
-Jason
Goodbye forever.
-Jason
Jan 12, 2007
The Pizza Company is Back In Action!
After much deliberation and discussion, both internal and with former co-creator Jon, I have decided to keep The Pizza Company alive for the year 2007. I apologize to anybody who actually missed this comic and/or any of our other artistic expressions over the past two weeks. Not that there is anybody who seriously reads this site. Most of our hits come from hungry Thai consumers trying to order a pizza. So, despite a low hit count, a non-existent fan-base, and no support whatsoever, The Pizza Company will soldier on, if not for the sake of itself, for my own drive to create.
To tide you over until Wednesday's comic update, here is a a picture of the band Billy Talent I made for a treatment I helped Keith Schofield with a couple months back. Yeah, I was hot shit for about 3 seconds.
-Jason
P.S. If you are or ever were a Peanuts fan and/or saw the movie It's Flashbeagle, Charlie Brown, then check out this YTMND right away! (Oh and vote 5, thanks.)
To tide you over until Wednesday's comic update, here is a a picture of the band Billy Talent I made for a treatment I helped Keith Schofield with a couple months back. Yeah, I was hot shit for about 3 seconds.
-Jason
P.S. If you are or ever were a Peanuts fan and/or saw the movie It's Flashbeagle, Charlie Brown, then check out this YTMND right away! (Oh and vote 5, thanks.)
Dec 20, 2006
Let's Get Pretentios
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Sorry for the lack of a comic last week, The Pizza Company was on hiatus in observance of Clark University's finals week.
Dec 6, 2006
Dec 2, 2006
I am a Requiem: A Pizza Company Music Update
For a short film I recently produced, I remixed Simon and Garfunkel's song "I am a Rock". Play it here:
Also, remember that tomorrow is CUREFest over at Clark University in Worcester. I'll be there promoting the site and helping fight AIDS, single-handedly.
Also, remember that tomorrow is CUREFest over at Clark University in Worcester. I'll be there promoting the site and helping fight AIDS, single-handedly.
Nov 29, 2006
Nov 23, 2006
I Just Can't Stop Breaking the 4th Wall
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Jon and Greg are leaving the regular staff here at The Pizza Company, leaving me, Jason, in creative control. They will still be submitting random stuff every once in a while, but I will be the main force from now on. We will never forget their beautiful contributions to this site. I wish them well in their future endeavors. In other news, The Pizza Company will have a table at CUREfest at Clark University (in Worcester, MA) on Sunday, December 3rd. I will be there all afternoon and Jon may or may not show up. For one dollar you can buy a signed copy of one of our comics and for ten you can get a personalized comic starring you posted on the web and later sent to you. You can also just come and chat with me and/or Jon. I hope to see some of you there!
-Jason
Nov 15, 2006
Nov 9, 2006
Nov 1, 2006
So Po-Po-Mo It'll Make You PopoZao
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This is an artistic expression about the absurdity of art cannonization, especially along the border of Pop and "respectable, fine" arts. If you support the movement to bring art back to the people, you can purchase a tee shirt with this print on it here. Thank you for your support in this matter.
Oct 26, 2006
Ziggy-Ziggy-Ah
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Sorry about this being Thursday and all... Blogger was acting crazy and then I was out, so the webcomic is belated, but now updated. Thanks for the patience.
Oct 20, 2006
The Bruise: A Pizza Company Literary Short
The following is a short story written by Jason:
The Bruise
“Sometimes bruises carry the oddest stories” he thought as he looked at the sad face with a false smirk in the mirror. The shiner just under the face’s eye is massive and beyond conspicuous. He figured it best to let the others make their own stories and explanations. Swashbuckling adventures, drunken meanderings, and lackadaisical accidents all sound much more interesting than the truth. They are also much less embarrassing to him. Well in a more metaphorical sense the theme of the drunken meandering is not too far from the truth. Alcohol was certainly involved, or at least reeking in her system. The bruise looks quite nasty and savage, as if he were some kind of victim the night before. Even though there was pain in its inception, there was too much pleasure in it for him to really consider it an attack. He certainly did not consider himself any kind of victim, although maybe he really was. That voice of dissent was quickly and efficiently silenced, imprisoned in the deepest darkest dungeons in the back of his mind.
The strongest muscle in the body is in the jaw. This is especially true in women. The average woman can produce 200 pounds of force; some can produce up to a grand. This muscle, when in unison with the lips can create an airtight seal and produce the force known as suction. People have come up with very strange ways of expressing their passion and affections for one another. So many of these expressions are orally fixated, maybe because of the sensitivity of lips, maybe because of operant conditioning from infancy, or maybe just due to random chance in our cerebral hard wiring. Whatever the reason, the mouth is where its at, and we humans have gotten very creative with it. This becomes even more extreme when alcohol is involved and passions flow beyond our normal methods of expressing them.
She was like an animal possessed, kissing, sucking, licking, feeling the entire experience with every nerve ending possible, especially those sensitive oral ones. As she overflowed with an inebriated lustful passion, the lips locked onto his skin airtight. The powerful female jaw began to move, increasing the pressure differential between outside and in. Capillaries burst left and right, spreading from the central pressure point. The nerves on his face lit up sending a message that the brain could not decide on how to interpret. Where they signals of pleasure, pain, both, or maybe something new altogether?
She was moving, riving, sweating, breathing, and marking her territory. The power in her jaw alone insured a mark would be left; a primal part of her central brain was appeased. It also didn’t help that he bruised easily. A mark, one hell of a mark, a mark to end all marks, sat there and throbbed in the lamplight. Some people call it a badge of honor, others a sign of love. To others it is a mark of Cain, a point of shame. Some wear them on their collars; others hide them behind those collars. He did not have this luxury. This was no small blueish, reddish, purple oval on the neck. A large, sprawling black and blue amorphous blob originates below the eye socket and covers most of his left cheek. Nobody could hide this and nobody could see it in any light of honor or accomplishment. It was just there, for the world to see. Its message ambiguous and originating from a place before our human social constructs. He will not be a pariah, but he will be just one more footprint out of step.
He turns from the mirror, puts on his thick leather coat, and opens the door. Let them suppose, let them interpret, let them give their meaning. He does not care. Life is too short to stop for such things. Skin is though, bruises heal, and anecdotes come at the price of this kind of pain. The time for rumination will be later, for now it is time for class.
The Bruise
“Sometimes bruises carry the oddest stories” he thought as he looked at the sad face with a false smirk in the mirror. The shiner just under the face’s eye is massive and beyond conspicuous. He figured it best to let the others make their own stories and explanations. Swashbuckling adventures, drunken meanderings, and lackadaisical accidents all sound much more interesting than the truth. They are also much less embarrassing to him. Well in a more metaphorical sense the theme of the drunken meandering is not too far from the truth. Alcohol was certainly involved, or at least reeking in her system. The bruise looks quite nasty and savage, as if he were some kind of victim the night before. Even though there was pain in its inception, there was too much pleasure in it for him to really consider it an attack. He certainly did not consider himself any kind of victim, although maybe he really was. That voice of dissent was quickly and efficiently silenced, imprisoned in the deepest darkest dungeons in the back of his mind.
The strongest muscle in the body is in the jaw. This is especially true in women. The average woman can produce 200 pounds of force; some can produce up to a grand. This muscle, when in unison with the lips can create an airtight seal and produce the force known as suction. People have come up with very strange ways of expressing their passion and affections for one another. So many of these expressions are orally fixated, maybe because of the sensitivity of lips, maybe because of operant conditioning from infancy, or maybe just due to random chance in our cerebral hard wiring. Whatever the reason, the mouth is where its at, and we humans have gotten very creative with it. This becomes even more extreme when alcohol is involved and passions flow beyond our normal methods of expressing them.
She was like an animal possessed, kissing, sucking, licking, feeling the entire experience with every nerve ending possible, especially those sensitive oral ones. As she overflowed with an inebriated lustful passion, the lips locked onto his skin airtight. The powerful female jaw began to move, increasing the pressure differential between outside and in. Capillaries burst left and right, spreading from the central pressure point. The nerves on his face lit up sending a message that the brain could not decide on how to interpret. Where they signals of pleasure, pain, both, or maybe something new altogether?
She was moving, riving, sweating, breathing, and marking her territory. The power in her jaw alone insured a mark would be left; a primal part of her central brain was appeased. It also didn’t help that he bruised easily. A mark, one hell of a mark, a mark to end all marks, sat there and throbbed in the lamplight. Some people call it a badge of honor, others a sign of love. To others it is a mark of Cain, a point of shame. Some wear them on their collars; others hide them behind those collars. He did not have this luxury. This was no small blueish, reddish, purple oval on the neck. A large, sprawling black and blue amorphous blob originates below the eye socket and covers most of his left cheek. Nobody could hide this and nobody could see it in any light of honor or accomplishment. It was just there, for the world to see. Its message ambiguous and originating from a place before our human social constructs. He will not be a pariah, but he will be just one more footprint out of step.
He turns from the mirror, puts on his thick leather coat, and opens the door. Let them suppose, let them interpret, let them give their meaning. He does not care. Life is too short to stop for such things. Skin is though, bruises heal, and anecdotes come at the price of this kind of pain. The time for rumination will be later, for now it is time for class.
Oct 18, 2006
Just a Minor Group Problem With the Site
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Sorry for the quality of this one, napkins are fickle media.
Oct 11, 2006
Oct 10, 2006
After My First Love Moved Away: A Pizza Company Literary Short
The following is a piece of micro-fiction written by Jon:
After my first love moved away, I decided to get a new pair of shoes. She wanted to save the seals, so I got a fine pair of canvas sneakers. Those shoes were full of ideas.
I probably killed 1,000 bugs in my first month of wearing them. But for some reason I didn’t care. Death seemed so trivial at the time.
I had just finished my first wasted year and was a few weeks into the second one. Since I slept half the day I considered my self half dead. At least I still had my dreams.
One night I dreamt I was a door to door pirate. In this dream five of us pirates would knock on doors and threaten people with swords and guns and shit. We didn’t get much money. People who saw us would say “not interested,” and would then slam the door in our faces.
I must have had the dream because she always looked cute in a pirate outfit. Or a cowgirl outfit, but it’s not like that mattered anymore. The truth was that she was gone and I was never going to see her again.
Yesterday I decided to stop designing amusement parks. I was in my favorite coffee shop, pouring sugar into my cup. I pretended to read, but I wasn’t fooling anyone. That’s because alternative newsweeklies always lie.
My second love was there, but I was too nervous to look. Apparently she was drinking a can of guava nectar. Or so I heard. I was desperately seeking someone to tell my decision to.
Someone in the booth behind me was playing a piano. He was playing a nice upbeat number but when I turned around to look no one was there. My attention span was always too short anyways. I could listen to music, but I couldn’t actually “read” it.
On my way out I considered talking to my second love. Not that I had anything to say, but she did live down the block from me. As I approached her I tried not to look but I couldn’t help but listen. Apparently she had an interest in pirates.
After my first love moved away, I decided to get a new pair of shoes. She wanted to save the seals, so I got a fine pair of canvas sneakers. Those shoes were full of ideas.
I probably killed 1,000 bugs in my first month of wearing them. But for some reason I didn’t care. Death seemed so trivial at the time.
I had just finished my first wasted year and was a few weeks into the second one. Since I slept half the day I considered my self half dead. At least I still had my dreams.
One night I dreamt I was a door to door pirate. In this dream five of us pirates would knock on doors and threaten people with swords and guns and shit. We didn’t get much money. People who saw us would say “not interested,” and would then slam the door in our faces.
I must have had the dream because she always looked cute in a pirate outfit. Or a cowgirl outfit, but it’s not like that mattered anymore. The truth was that she was gone and I was never going to see her again.
Yesterday I decided to stop designing amusement parks. I was in my favorite coffee shop, pouring sugar into my cup. I pretended to read, but I wasn’t fooling anyone. That’s because alternative newsweeklies always lie.
My second love was there, but I was too nervous to look. Apparently she was drinking a can of guava nectar. Or so I heard. I was desperately seeking someone to tell my decision to.
Someone in the booth behind me was playing a piano. He was playing a nice upbeat number but when I turned around to look no one was there. My attention span was always too short anyways. I could listen to music, but I couldn’t actually “read” it.
On my way out I considered talking to my second love. Not that I had anything to say, but she did live down the block from me. As I approached her I tried not to look but I couldn’t help but listen. Apparently she had an interest in pirates.
Oct 9, 2006
The Pizza Company Is Expanding!
Newsflash:
The Pizza Company is now no longer just a webcomic. As of today http://pizzacompany.blogspot.com will no longer be just a webcomic page. The Pizza Company was originally designed to be a full multimedia collective, with the webcomic being one of many artistic expressions. Today The Pizza Company is making that metamorphosis. We will still post one comic each Wednesday, but on other days we will be posting art of various media. Posting will include comics, digital art, drawing, music, writing, and video. The Pizza Company will be a flowing artistic expression, with the collective voice of three young artists. We will also be including the work of some of our other friends including Rob of Rabblecopter. I hope you will enjoy the new format of the site and the various renovation we will be making over the coming weeks. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the brand new, expanded Pizza Company!
Questions? Interested in helping out? Leave a comment or email jberkowitz@clarku.edu.
-The Pizza Company
The Pizza Company is now no longer just a webcomic. As of today http://pizzacompany.blogspot.com will no longer be just a webcomic page. The Pizza Company was originally designed to be a full multimedia collective, with the webcomic being one of many artistic expressions. Today The Pizza Company is making that metamorphosis. We will still post one comic each Wednesday, but on other days we will be posting art of various media. Posting will include comics, digital art, drawing, music, writing, and video. The Pizza Company will be a flowing artistic expression, with the collective voice of three young artists. We will also be including the work of some of our other friends including Rob of Rabblecopter. I hope you will enjoy the new format of the site and the various renovation we will be making over the coming weeks. Sit back, relax, and enjoy the brand new, expanded Pizza Company!
Questions? Interested in helping out? Leave a comment or email jberkowitz@clarku.edu.
-The Pizza Company
Oct 4, 2006
Sep 27, 2006
Hey Brother, Can You Spare a Nickel (Theater)?
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100 years ago last Sunday, the very first movie theater in Worcester opened its doors on Main Street. It was called the Nickel Theater. Despite having a rich history in film, the city of Worcester currently has zero movie theaters within the city limits. There are no multiplexes or even art house theaters in the city. The only public screenings in Worcester are held in a lecture hall here at Clark University. Worcester likes to think of itself as an artistic city with a vibrant artist community, yet there has been little to no effort from this community to bring an art cinema to the city after the closure of the Bijou. If Worcester wants to truly be a well-rounded artistic haven and celebrate its history, then it is imperative that a new theater is built downtown. It can be mainstream for all I care, as long as there is celluloid running through projectors. So, all Worcesterites reading this web comic, please join with me in this effort to finally bring the movie back to Worcester!
-Jason
Sep 20, 2006
This Product May Contain Trace Amounts of Nuts
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News:
If you really want to support The Pizza Company, then you can leave a comment, join our satisfied customer map, click on our awesome links and partners' banners, or better yet buy something from Jason's store! If you Pizza Pals out there want some Pizza Company merch, just let us know either via comment or email and we will officially open the Official Pizza Company Shoppe! We will only do this if you, the public, demands it, so lets see that support!
Sep 13, 2006
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