This is a sample from a pitch that has landed in comicbook limbo. For some reason the term "science-fiction" has become a red flag in the business. I can't recall just now what the operative terrm is. I have some more sketches from this same project I'll upload over the next couple of days. These images and any other content here isn't too sensitive, but is considered copyrighted. If you feel the need to swipe anything, just don't make any money from my designs, or at least acknowlege my contribution. Or I will show up on your doorstep and commence to stomping your punk ass.
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Oh Tony, I wouldn't be able to tell you if it swirls in the opposite direction because the U.S. government placed a device on my toilet to prevent homesickness.
"Sweet land of liberty...of thee I sing"
Let's see if you get that trivia!
Tony, I type this Nena's '99 Red Balloons' is playing on the television. It's 1984 all over again. This song was big in strip clubs when it first came out. Or so I heard. The best thing about my cable company is all the music channels. They're better than the movie channels. Right now I'm listening to the Party Favorites music channels. What a great party I'd be having if I wasn't sitting here at 3;32 a.m. in my undies.
I just finished reviewing every comic book that's been made into a theatrical or television movie. I did this in honor of V for Vendetta, which I hope to see this weekend. The critics are loving it, for some reason. I thought it was going to tank at the box office.
I like your army guy sketch, but I'm bothered by his boots and leggings. Does he have to rewrap these each time he goes into battle? Seems like kind of a drag. Perhaps he has some underlings do it for him back at the base. What's the deal?
Now Heatwave is singing their 1977 classic, Boogie Nights. Hey, that was a good movie, wasn't it? I liked it better than Magnolia, but Tom Crusie was pretty amazing in Magnolia. I think I need to watch both films again. Especially Boogie Nights. Heather Graham is purty.
Now Tom Cochrane is singing 'Life is a Highway' and I think he's right. I also think I should go to bed. Sorry for dribbling all over your blog.
Oh, Kathryn...You'd have to wake up pretty early in the morning to get a bit of trivia past this sharp wit!
It's a good try though, but "Squirrel,please!" I know that's the episode where Bart has to apologize to Australia but winds up mooning them and dashing to the US Embassy for safety. For God's sake don't let this give you any ideas, K. Mooning a foriegn land is risky and at best, drafty. So practice on somebody you trust and who is objective. I happen to be a liscensed Mooning Coach. (insert slapping sound here)
h.e.
lol, Fred's little animated gif kills me!
Actually, Fred
if you go into the features menu at Blogger there's a "Turn Dribble Guard On/Off" feature; which is the first thing I turned on when I started this account. God knows how you got past, but I'm always happy to hear from you. Plus your little animate gif writer is hilarious, which is what this blog is all about; those things that are so damned funny but make us sad. Truly, truly sad. That's how I feel when I draw a lot of the times. Though my draw board probably doesn't make that cool klacking sound that a keyboard makes when you pound the crap out of it.
What and where can I read your reviews? I just finally, finally saw "A History of Violence". It was really great. Always loved Cronenberg; he's what David Lynch could be if Lynch had a modicum of banality. Ouch, that hurt to think and type that at the same time. Well, my vocabulary is spent for the day. All that's left is a vaccuum that's now filling with the image of you in your underwear typing to 99 Red Ballons. I wish I knew how to quit you.
h.e.
Mr. Tony Baloney,
You can read my pathetic reviews of every superhero comic book movie I've ever seen over at mine blog.
I didn't include History of Violence because the only person that runs around in their underwear is Maria Bello, my secret girlfriend. Val hates her because I love her so.
Both Val and I dug History a lot. It's the first Cronenberg movie that I've liked since Christine. There's something about his movies that make my head hurt (but not like in Scanners). I think it's because he likes to film them in Canada. They light movies differently in Canada. Swear to God they do. That's what I was never a big fan of the X-Files. Not only is the lighting of the indoor scenes different, but when they drove around looking for the Smoking Man, or a snake man, or whatever, they were clearly not in any town in the United States. Houses and office buildings are different in Canada. Don't laff at me--they really are.
History of Violence was the first movie that I ever saw anyone walk out of in a huff. The couple that left weren't bothered by the violence, rather it was the sex that angered them. I guess killing is cool, but someone screwing my secret girlfriend is not cool.
I'm still up from last night. I wonder if I should try to sleep for a few hours or give up and just wait to sleep tonight. I wonder what Jesus would do? Hmmm. Well, for starters, he would probably fix the broken towel rack in the bathroom that I've been meaning to fix. Then he would probably empty all the litter boxes. After that, he might be able to figure out why the dryer has been making that odd squeaking sound it's been making for the past three months or so. Hmmm. I say he should go for it. Me, I think I'm going to nap until Dakota comes home from school and demands that I play Mario Cart racing with her. Maybe if I'm still sleeping when she comes home Jesus will play with her for a while.
Gosh I'm tired.
Mr. Tony Baloney,
You can read my pathetic reviews of every superhero comic book movie I've ever seen over at mine blog.
I didn't include History of Violence because the only person that runs around in their underwear is Maria Bello, my secret girlfriend. Val hates her because I love her so.
Both Val and I dug History a lot. It's the first Cronenberg movie that I've liked since Christine. There's something about his movies that make my head hurt (but not like in Scanners). I think it's because he likes to film them in Canada. They light movies differently in Canada. Swear to God they do. That's what I was never a big fan of the X-Files. Not only is the lighting of the indoor scenes different, but when they drove around looking for the Smoking Man, or a snake man, or whatever, they were clearly not in any town in the United States. Houses and office buildings are different in Canada. Don't laff at me--they really are.
History of Violence was the first movie that I ever saw anyone walk out of in a huff. The couple that left weren't bothered by the violence, rather it was the sex that angered them. I guess killing is cool, but someone screwing my secret girlfriend is not cool.
I'm still up from last night. I wonder if I should try to sleep for a few hours or give up and just wait to sleep tonight. I wonder what Jesus would do? Hmmm. Well, for starters, he would probably fix the broken towel rack in the bathroom that I've been meaning to fix. Then he would probably empty all the litter boxes. After that, he might be able to figure out why the dryer has been making that odd squeaking sound it's been making for the past three months or so. Hmmm. I say he should go for it. Me, I think I'm going to nap until Dakota comes home from school and demands that I play Mario Cart racing with her. Maybe if I'm still sleeping when she comes home Jesus will play with her for a while.
Gosh I'm tired.
Mr. Tony Baloney,
You can read my pathetic reviews of every superhero comic book movie I've ever seen over at mine blog.
I didn't include History of Violence because the only person that runs around in their underwear is Maria Bello, my secret girlfriend. Val hates her because I love her so.
Both Val and I dug History a lot. It's the first Cronenberg movie that I've liked since Christine. There's something about his movies that make my head hurt (but not like in Scanners). I think it's because he likes to film them in Canada. They light movies differently in Canada. Swear to God they do. That's what I was never a big fan of the X-Files. Not only is the lighting of the indoor scenes different, but when they drove around looking for the Smoking Man, or a snake man, or whatever, they were clearly not in any town in the United States. Houses and office buildings are different in Canada. Don't laff at me--they really are.
History of Violence was the first movie that I ever saw anyone walk out of in a huff. The couple that left weren't bothered by the violence, rather it was the sex that angered them. I guess killing is cool, but someone screwing my secret girlfriend is not cool.
I'm still up from last night. I wonder if I should try to sleep for a few hours or give up and just wait to sleep tonight. I wonder what Jesus would do? Hmmm. Well, for starters, he would probably fix the broken towel rack in the bathroom that I've been meaning to fix. Then he would probably empty all the litter boxes. After that, he might be able to figure out why the dryer has been making that odd squeaking sound it's been making for the past three months or so. Hmmm. I say he should go for it. Me, I think I'm going to nap until Dakota comes home from school and demands that I play Mario Cart racing with her. Maybe if I'm still sleeping when she comes home Jesus will play with her for a while.
Gosh I'm tired.
Of course, we shouldn't EVER forget my lowly contribution to this wonderfully lapsed project, should we? Just WONDERING; not UPSET or anything, you know, just THINKING OUT LOUD, is all.
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