It Never Leaves a Crater...

Something that I see often, but always enjoy noticing.

Is There a Parrallel Universe with Samuel L. Jackson?

Maybe she was mistaken for a Pinata...

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On a lighter note; Armed&Agitated Apes

God! You know they're always just so goddamned funny aren't they? Look at that one near the front; he's about to use a loaded rifle as a club he's so scared! Ha! Chimps and guns, that's comedy. Or IS it? This is a POTA cover I managed some years back. The masterful Paul Mounts colored this. It's an actual blueline and dye piece, with an overlay for the black. Old school, bitheads.
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Fretfully, indeed.

I am in a mood. A moody cuss, I am. For several nights now, my sleep, though restful and long (I'm a nine hour man) has been troubled by dreams. These are nothing more than the anxious stirrings of a highly imaginative mind whose fecundity has been spiked by stress. (What?)
These dreams suck. So here are some more images from dreams had in happier times. Yes, I consider these "happier".
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More of what would have been...

Here's a couple more samples from the "Cauldron" files. This is the first posting of a thumbnail. Big whoop. But the thumbnailing process is SO important for me. It allows me to process the script and wrap my head around what the writer and editor need to see; more importantly, it gives me a chance to place the word balloons and captions, which are the most important part of the layout stage. This scene was one which was one of several selected to showcase how I'd handle each of the three principle characters in the story and the hardware that's associated with them. This chick,Sooky, who's Korean-American has a father that designs high-end performance autos. It's a night scene and I really enjoyed envisioning what the reflected starfield in the body surface of the car and the blur of the reflected trees would have looked like colored. Oh, well. You can get a sense of what coulda been (ah, don't play that way). I think that Sooky is a little uncute in this art. Oh, well, again. HaHA!

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Just Got My Copy! You?

Hellblazer:Papa Midnight has just arrived. For those of you who didn't get enough of him in the film, lay your jones on this.
Huhn?...Anyway. In this collection of the mini-series we show you how PapaMidnight pimped hizzelf out wid da dark mojo. Dan Green is on the inks and Mat Johnson wrote the mutha. Hmmm, I wonder what it would have been like if Sam L. Jackson had played him in the film...

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Chicken Fried Stupid, Part 2

Jill, DO NOT go to this link; you know why...

Truth Be Told...

So Writer Fred Schiller, no sooner did I post the previous post ("It's ON, babies"), reminded me that I did have a series prior to "Jack of Fables". This series was called "RUST". Fred Schiller wrote the shit out of this bad mutha. It was one of the most original and fascinating stories for the time. None too few still praise it's originality. The title to this blog entry is a link to a great review and remembrance to the series. Shelly Bond of Vertigo was a great fan of "RUST". Fred, Paul Mounts and myself rode the bolts off this comic (well, when I was actually turning in pages; that was my former comic life, though).
Some guy named Caputo, God Bless him, had some mild, tenuous association with the book. But let's put bad memories aside. I had some free reign and got to do several of the covers. But the best cover was where Fred's (Editor in Chief at NOW Comics) letter to Paul (Art Director at NOW Comics) about the concept for that month's issue is discussed, then actually used as the cover...because I never turned in art. LOL! The result was, yet again, classic.
Fortunately, I've mended my ways since then. But the work that we did together on "RUST" will always hold the high, sacred ground in my career. Just to put a fine point on it though, Fred...I was not the ORIGINAL ARTIST on the series. I didn't come aboard until issue three. Touche'.
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The scandalous Pornhouse Cover. Scott Baker, the series hero, descends into the world of smut to rescue a little girl from exploitation. I don't think I'll ever do a more "unique" cover than this sucka.
Freds' letter to Paul became the actual cover to this issue since I failed to actually provide cover art. Brilliant.
Scott goes Hollywood. One of the many odd ways he had to make a living while on the run. Here, he is mistaken for a talented makeup artist on a cheap monster film set. Noone realises that they are actually seeing Scotts' disfigured face and not a mask. My cover, thank you.
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It's ON, babies!!!

If you were paying attention to the State of the Union address or have watched Oprah, Larry King, Entertainment Tonight, 360 with Anderson Cooper or The Daily Show with Jon Stewart you surely know that the new series I've been working on for the last 8 months "Jack of Fables" is due out this Summer. Co-written by series creator Bill Willingham and Matthew Sturges, this is a spin-off from Vertigo/DC's monthly title "Fables". I hope you folks like what's in store. I'm pencilling and the talented Andrew Pepoy is inking his heart out. Danny Vazzo is masterfully handling the color and Todd Klein's lettering will make Hugh Hefner regret nearly ALL of his life choices. I love this book. PHUCK-KING-LOVE-THIS-BOOK. Not because it's my first series ever; but because there's such great shit to draw in this bad mutha. Shelly Bond, who does indeed rock, is editor. She is also editor for the original series which is hitting it's 60th issue shortly and has had several Eisners awarded to it. I'll get clearance on art that I can show so I can post it. But in the meantime...here's the cover to issue one. Which is another thing that rocks about this title; James Jean is the cover artist!
Go to fabletown.com and check the chat and maybe contribute some of you own.
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Gettin' My Game On!

I've just finished playing through "Call Of Duty". What an excellent game! These are screenshots from the Pegasus Bridge. Basically, you're part of a group of British Commandos holding this key point on the morning of June 6th 1944. I've seen photographs of this same structure taken around D-Day; I've read Stephen Ambrose's account of the action to take this strategic bridge (the very first Allied KIA of the invasion occurred here), and this is very convincing modeling by the folks who made this game.

In this screenshot, I'm approaching the Pegasus Bridge to begin the repulse of a German counterattack to retake the bridge from the opposite bank. I'm carrying a Bren Machine Gun, which is an odd weapon; it's like trying to fight with a weedwhacker. The stairs on the left lead to a catwalk and gantry that will face west and give me a great field of fire as the Germans approach the the bridge from the fields and houses along the opposite bank.
Here I am on the gantry, prone and about to put enfilading fire down and across the river and into the flank of the soldiers that are attacking from just beyond that small building (trust me, they're there...that's why it's called camouflage). I hold my fire until I see muzzle flashes, which are easier to see at this distance. I've spent the time waiting for good targets by marveling at the modeling and ambient features of this game. Everything seems quite realistic, this is certainly as close as I'll ever get to experiencing that morning 60 years ago. I hear the sounds of friendlies open fire and voices of the other Commandos I'm helping; excellent aural engineering, a true sense of distance.
Well, so much for a quiet morning. I've opened up with the Bren Gun and I could hear the angry little voices of the Germans who were catching it. What's cool is that I could have sat there and just watched the show. But it wasn't til I gave away my position that I started receiving suppressing fire. You can see the rounds coming in brightly. I'm on a steel catwalk against a steel bulkhead-like feature of the bridge; when the rounds started coming in it sounded like it was raining spoons!
Ah, how relaxinating.
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Raf Nieves' "Apocalypse Plan" Interview

Uberwriter Rafael "Knives" Nieves drops the word on his project at Narwain.

When It Absolutely, Positively Has To Be Killed In Deep Space...

Our good friends at Chewy Software bring the latest in SKMA Technology. This 19 jewel, .05 focal pulse pistol is just the ticket for that dicey, ambush studded EVA to repair a solar panel. Don't be sold anything short of the best, friends.
Tri-axis baffling cancels out all inertia to .00689 of bore velocity. Insulating beading protects from static charge and thermal spiking. Remember SKMA (Soft Kill, My Ass) Tech is the official method of protection chosen by spacemen everywhere.
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Here,...buy this. I will make you COOL (black) just like me.

I've Googled the solicitation of the trade paperback collection of Vertigos' "Hellblazer:Papa Midnight". It should be on the shelves shortly. You should go buy it. You should buy it because, unknown to me, the series (which was written by Mat Johnson,"Bounce","Hunting In Harlem") was "critically acclaimed". Which is code for underexposed, undersold but worth a read. I'd buy it. Buy it and I'll keep drawing comics...how's that? I'd like a nice royalty check. Pay some taxes, pay some bills. Maybe buy a faster computer so I can draw using my wacom. You know, buy a couple of copies and spread the love, give the book to a friend. Say, "This is amazing. I wept." or something. Read it on the bus, or in the park. There's black folk (Negroes) in the book. Hell, it's FULL of Negroes. All kinds; Nubians, Ashanti, Ghanan...even a triflin' negro or two. I drew my black ass OFF making this bitch. Just BUY the damn thing,yo? Dag....
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Last of the Swag for Red Dragon

Well, there's more but I don't have the resolve to post it. You can sort of see the story and where I fucked up placing the page order. What does it matter...these pages are in limbo and Andrew Rev is still a free "man".
Any inked pages are from issue number one of the series; the sole issue to get published. Sigh.
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This is what happens when you work for a Cocksucker...

Friends, what follows is a poor reconstruction, a post-mortem in fact, of an endeavor that became misadventure. The pages below were rendered during the pinnacle of my earlier career in comics which then became an unexpected and abrupt twilight. Working for a string of small, yet robust, publishers I made the acquaintance of a young and promising writer of the Romance Fiction genre looking for his first chance to write for the Action Hero genre. He had an idea of combining the popular costumed hero comic of the North Americans with the perverse, monster, crime and fiend genre many have come to know as Japanese Comics, or Manga. We talked about some of our needs for the story and hero; location and motivation for the series. Then we discussed the title. We agreed on the title. Then we needed to classify the genre, as this was surely a thing never seen before. This young, idealistic and talented pensmith who sat before me then uttered a word that forever changed the world of illustrated hero fiction; we would call the genre "SMASHMOUTH". I fainted, then came to, on fire with the possibilities of the project.
The next hurtle would be getting approval and funding for the idea; the resources and talent that this book would require would could be daunting and might scare the publisher into canning the project before it got to paper. Again, inspiration and pure drive brought us to the perfect solution in dealing with the unpredictable president of the comic juggernaut that was Comico, Andrew Rev,..."Fuck him."
Oh, and that young writer? The man who penned four sinew-ripping, nostril-stabbing, heart-squishing issues of the legendary series known as "RED DRAGON"? None other than Mr. Brian Azzerello, hizzelf! We kicked major ass, if I may say so myself. It was fun and wrong and we totally did it covertly. Andrew Rev was not on board with the project until we showed a preview to a visiting group of reviewers visiting the Comico offices. They took one look at Red Dragon and knew that this was what they wanted to see more of. I got to ink the first issue and Simon Bisley did the cover art. I don't want to get into the demise of the series, four pages shy of completing the fourth issue. Let me, instead share some scans of Xeroxes made on Comicos' shabby-ass copier; this is all that's left, thank you Andrew. A wise, wise man, he.
There a smattering of other pages that I can't seem to make sense of as far as the continuity; I'll post those in a subsequent blog. This book and working with Azz were a complete and utter BLAST!
All I can say about the abbreviated run of Red Dragon is this; "Y'all motherfuckas was robbed!"
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