A year or so ago, my friend Jason picked the Concrete mini-series Strange Armor for our show, Gutter Trash. I enjoyed it so much that I rushed out and bought the first volume of Concrete stories and have since never read it.
I’ll get around to it.
Anyway, Paul Chadwick’s Concrete. Read it, it’s great.
Sandman is one of those books I feel bad about for not reading more of. Back in the mid-90s, DC began publishing (along with black and white versions of Alan Moore’s Swamp Thing) Sandman under the header Vertigo Essentials. I bought ’em all for the 20 issues it lasted, and I enjoyed it greatly. Then I forgot to ever go back and buy the trades or back issues.
Then a few years back DC began publishing the Absolute Editions, which were gigantic, hardbound, slipcased editions. The only one I ever bought was Sandman Vol. 1, which had those same 20 issues (which I had subsequently gotten rid of in the intervening decade) but recolored and gi-normous. And I loved it again, but forgot to buy the remaining volumes (though at 99 bucks a pop, you can see where the strain on my wallet might be).
What I’m saying is that I will gladly accept volumes 2-4 of The Absolute Sandman as gifts.
Cap’n Crunch vs. a Soggy. More color hold stuff, less successful.
Starfire is the Tawny Kitaen of superheroes.
I’m pretty sure that to every pre-pubescent comic geek in the 80s, Starfire is a total representation of sex, and how frightening and awesome it is. I’m honestly surprised that whenever the exploitation, sexualization and objectification of female comic characters gets brought up, no one ever brings up Starfire, who has to easily be the most scantily clad, busty, slutty mainstream superhero comic character ever created.
What I’m saying is that this was fun to draw.
So Thor was AMAZING!
No it wasn’t ’cause I didn’t get to fucking see it. Thor here is expressing my opinion for me. Even though the theater seemed to know beforehand, the projector showing the 2-D (real) version of Thor was broken, they still sold me tickets anyway, and then tried to “upgrade” me to the 3-D showing, which was going to be more crowded with idiot fucking asshole idiots that love 3-D. So fuck you, Regal Cinemas. I will use the free passes and refund you gave me later.
I was watching The Monkees, and there was a lady with big floppy hat like this, and I wanted to draw it. I realize the resemblance to a Carmen Sandiego, but that is a phenomena which completely bypassed me.
I’ve been house-sitting for my parents while they are on vacation in Puerto Rico. While I certainly would love to go to Puerto Rico again someday, I enjoy house-sitting for them when they are gone. They have a giant TV, cable, soft water, a big kitchen to cook things in, and two adorable cats, Max and J.C. They also have a third cat, Ebby, but he’s an asshole and I don’t like him. Fuck that cat. While J.C. has his charms, Max is the most awesome cat in the world, so I sketched him while he slept next to me while I was drawing.
Joker on post-it with highlighters & pen.
