Ok. So I completed my little 9-pager, as you can see below...If anyone is interested in seeing it in order, in one place, just click here.
I'd love feedback, crit, whatever.
Apr 24, 2009
Big Day All told
Ok. So I completed my little 9-pager, as you can see below...If anyone is interested in seeing it in order, in one place, just click here.
I'd love feedback, crit, whatever.
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Roxy... page 1
This story is from a script sent to me by a guy named Patrick McEvoy. I'm going to try and release this one page per day, we'll see how it goes, so check back tomorrow, true believers! Same FIRE_BAD time, same FIRE_BAD channel! d
Apr 13, 2009
A Baby
Today I went to the supermarket. I dumped my old plastic bags like a good boy, and proceeded into the produce section. There in front of me was a baby.
Should have been nothing out of the ordinary, a very small baby, maybe six months old, in a shopping cart seat and dressed ambiguously. I couldn't tell if it was a male or female baby. It wasn't old enough to look boyish or girlish, it didn't seem old enough to even control its own movements very well. A mom and older sister were considering an endcap of different cereals, but for a full second I could see nothing else. I remembered that an infant's vision isn't fully formed right away and I wondered if the baby could actually see me as it stared right at me. I hesitate to describe the instance as locking eyes, but the baby wouldn't look away and unnerved, I couldn't either. Finally, as I passed its cart, it seemed as though the war of wills had broken. I looked left and down, shook off the odd moment and tried to think about apples. Maybe I would buy bananas.
As I rounded the corner, I was two full aisles away, I had to look. I had to know. I turned back to see the baby had swiveled its body and neck around, continuing to intently examine me. Not my big glasses, not my face, nor my black-jacketed figure, not the grocery list I had memorized, nor the ideas I have or the things I learned this morning or years ago. The baby was staring past all that and directly into me. Of course it couldn't speak, but it said, i am here, i will change everything, i am only stuck here in this cart temporarily, my time is the future, and Dinosaur, before you are keeling over with the courtesy of you pathetic exit, my kind will take this world, we will be merciless, without honor or chivalry, unrestrained, spray-tanned, hormoned, our bleached teeth grinding and grinning your crooked spine, your failing mind, your dead eyes, your old old achievements are nothing and we can barely contain our glee.
you are already dust because the simple fact that i am here.
And I thought back, you little prick, I hope some stupid baby freaks you out someday when you go to the market for just toilet paper and soup.
Should have been nothing out of the ordinary, a very small baby, maybe six months old, in a shopping cart seat and dressed ambiguously. I couldn't tell if it was a male or female baby. It wasn't old enough to look boyish or girlish, it didn't seem old enough to even control its own movements very well. A mom and older sister were considering an endcap of different cereals, but for a full second I could see nothing else. I remembered that an infant's vision isn't fully formed right away and I wondered if the baby could actually see me as it stared right at me. I hesitate to describe the instance as locking eyes, but the baby wouldn't look away and unnerved, I couldn't either. Finally, as I passed its cart, it seemed as though the war of wills had broken. I looked left and down, shook off the odd moment and tried to think about apples. Maybe I would buy bananas.
As I rounded the corner, I was two full aisles away, I had to look. I had to know. I turned back to see the baby had swiveled its body and neck around, continuing to intently examine me. Not my big glasses, not my face, nor my black-jacketed figure, not the grocery list I had memorized, nor the ideas I have or the things I learned this morning or years ago. The baby was staring past all that and directly into me. Of course it couldn't speak, but it said, i am here, i will change everything, i am only stuck here in this cart temporarily, my time is the future, and Dinosaur, before you are keeling over with the courtesy of you pathetic exit, my kind will take this world, we will be merciless, without honor or chivalry, unrestrained, spray-tanned, hormoned, our bleached teeth grinding and grinning your crooked spine, your failing mind, your dead eyes, your old old achievements are nothing and we can barely contain our glee.
you are already dust because the simple fact that i am here.
And I thought back, you little prick, I hope some stupid baby freaks you out someday when you go to the market for just toilet paper and soup.
Apr 10, 2009
That's Entertainment!
Hey just dropping a note that I will be at That's Entertainment on Park Avenue tomorrow afternoon 3-7. I'll be there with two extraordinary illustrators: Becky Cloonan and Bob Noberini. We'll be signing copies of our faces made on a stolen Xerox machine which is too big to get in the front door, and then we'll be auctioning off a romantic weekend getaway for three with Chad.
And sorry, ladies I won't be doing the kissing booth this year. I made too much money and it became a problem with the IRS.
And sorry, ladies I won't be doing the kissing booth this year. I made too much money and it became a problem with the IRS.
Blackfly progress continued...
Click for larger image. Should be wrapped up by next week. Then I'll see about getting a screen made for the full size. Planning for a 24x36, aka obnoxious-size.
Apr 8, 2009
Roxy Teaser
Here's a panel from the comic I'm drawing up right now. More Gonzo's shortly...wanna get some feedback from him before I post it...
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Apr 6, 2009
Gonzo Poster
Busybusy. Trying to crank out a bunch of work this week...should hopefully have a new story done by next week or so. I thumbnailed it out to about 9 pages, and definitely different from the zombie stuff I've been doing.
But for now, here's the first steps toward a new poster, for Dr. Gonzo, our local spicy-condiment-monger...
But for now, here's the first steps toward a new poster, for Dr. Gonzo, our local spicy-condiment-monger...
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