I hope that all homosexuals come out of the closet as heroically ham-fisted as Northstar, with the over the top, screamed exclamation: “I AM GAY!” while in the most ridiculous Heisman trophy pose ever.
Hm. I just realized that I don’t personally know (or at least know of) any gay folks. This is most likely due to my increasingly reclusive lifestyle.
Ridiculous ’90s Cyclops.
Recorded an episode tonight of League Night that will go online in early December. It featured Big Barda. This sketch is terrible.
I contributed this re-drawing/re-dialoguing of a Jerry Siegel/Curt Swan/George Klein panel from Superman’s Pal, Jimmy Olsen #72 to the repaneled blog. Go check out the rest of the blog!
A sketch request from Joe Grunenwald, I decided to modify the costume a bit, to make it slightly less goofy. I this version, the mask would never morph into an emotion, the victim would see their own reflection and that would morph into whatever emotion The Pirate would want.
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Also, I am featured on the Repaneled Blog today! I drew this panel a year ago! And finally finished coloring this weekend. I am slow, lazy and unmotivated.
The final piece of my contribution to the Christopher’s Restaurant art gallery that is on display from September 20th through October 31st. Jason Young and Jeff Potter, my fellow Ok, PANIC! artists, have each done five portraits of various superheroes, and they are all available for sale. If you live in the Dayton, Ohio area, go eat some delicious food and enjoy some great comic-related artwork.
The closest I’ll ever get to nailing likenesses.
Part 4 of my contribution to the Christopher’s Restaurant art gallery that is on display from September 20th through October 31st. Jason Young and Jeff Potter, my fellow Ok, PANIC! artists, have each done five portraits of various superheroes, and they are all available for sale. If you live in the Dayton, Ohio area, go eat some delicious food and enjoy some great comic-related artwork.
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More comic reviews:
Birds of Prey: I honestly just remembered that I even read this, but I couldn’t tell you what happened in the book, what it was about or if I had any thoughts on it. Which should probably tell you all you need to know.
Nightwing: Eh. I love Nightwing, and I want to support the character, but after two fantastic years of him in the role of Batman, working out perfectly by some fantastic creators, this seems like a step back. The art’s fine, and there’s a mystery element, but this is also like the 17th time I’ve read a story about Nightwing setting up a new chapter of his life right when some old part of his life comes out of nowhere to fuck things up, and oh, hey, the old circus is in town, he should go visit old friends. It’s not bad, but not a standout.
DC Presents – Deadman: I can’t remember much about this book other than I recall being bored while reading it. Then Deadman jumps into someone’s body and threatens to make it commit suicide. Spoiler.
Wonder Woman: I love Brian Azzarello’s decision to give Wonder Woman a seemingly entirely new status quo and not explain a single part of it. It’s something that seems like it’d be a bad way to go about it, but he pulls of brilliantly by not making you care, and this story is about moving the plot along. It’s essentially a story about the Greek Gods fucking with humans and ruining their lives for shits and giggles, just like the old times, and Wonder Woman is there to stop the bullshit. I liked this book quite a bit, and the art by Cliff Chiang is great.
Batman: Not only is this a dark and gritty Batman, but it also manages to have a sense of humor and fun just underneath the surface. Scott Snyder is taking Grant Morrison’s idea of a well-adjusted Bruce Wayne and working the hell out of it. In fact, by simply existing, Snyder’s Batman makes Tony Daniel’s Detective Comics look like a brain damaged coma victim wrote that book (it was a mentally challenged person who got into a horrific head-injury accident, and then slipped into a coma which further expounded the brain damage). Here’s something else Batman does better than Detective: art. I pretty much think of Tony Daniel and Greg Capullo as contemporaries, both coming up together at around the same time, both having a deep-rooted Todd McFarlane influence, even working for the man at various times. I’ve never been a fan of either one of them, but holy crap, Greg Capullo is perfect for a Batman comic. It might be that he has a different inker who is able to pull forward all of his strengths, but I’ve never seen Capullo draw this well. This was an absolute revelation.
Part 3 of my contribution to the Christopher’s Restaurant art gallery that is on display from September 20th through October 31st. Jason Young and Jeff Potter, my fellow Ok, PANIC! artists, have each done five portraits of various superheroes, and they are all available for sale. If you live in the Dayton, Ohio area, go eat some delicious food and enjoy some great comic-related artwork.
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No comics read last night, but I watched a couple of movies, and an episode of COPS played out behind my apartment last night, but without the cops.
Big Bad Wolf: Terrible horror comedy about a jokey, rapey werewolf played by the bad guy from Kindergarten Cop. The lead actor is the older brother of the girl who played Hit Girl in Kick-Ass. One of those siblings got all the acting talent. The other was in Big Bad Wolf.
I Spit on Your Grave (Original): Pretty much you’re either gonna like this movie or you’re not, depending on your tolerance for late ’70s exploitation flicks with a rape/revenge plot. For what it is, it’s not bad. I loved that there was no music in this movie except for diegetic music. It’s not terribly acted, it’s intense and slow, but it’s not a “good” movie either. I’ve seen worse, in all aspects of the word.
My neighbors: Ok, so I was sitting in my office when I hear yelling, which – sadly – isn’t unusual. I look out my window to see the lady (the one who is actually supposed to be living in the apartment) screaming at the guy (the one who isn’t supposed to be living there), and she’s holding a baseball bat. He’s in his car, and she starts pounding the bat into the door. He opens the door, and she starts hitting him in the arm and chest. I roll my eyes and go into the living room.
I go back into the office, and still hear yelling, so I look out. She is now sitting in the backseat of his car, looking at her phone and yelling at him. He is sitting in the driver’s seat, yelling at her, but he gets out and sets a tallboy wrapped in a brown paper bag on the hood, and then proceeds to take a piss on the driveway. I go back to the living room.
I go back to the office again, and everyone’s gone. Back into the living room.
I sit down, I’m watching a movie and then I hear some heavy bass thumping. I open my door to see the car now parked where I usually park, he is inside and has the stereo turned all the way up listening to some obnoxious hip-hop. I close the door and continue to watch the movie. This lasts for about 45 minutes and the music stops. I hear stomping and slamming upstairs, but it all dies down around 9:30pm or so. The car was still parked in my spot this morning when I left for work.
Sadly, the neighbors seem to know exactly how far the surveillance cameras reach, and always pull this bullshit away from the all-seeing eye.
Thought about calling the cops, but in the end, I thought it was more funny and annoying than anything else, and they can knock the shit out of each other all day for all I care, as long as I get left alone. I’ll be more mad if the car is still in my spot when I get home. I just wish I’d have had my phone on me to take a video of the beating to show my landlord.
