16 posts tagged comics
This comic is what happens when JR. Goldberg (who really should do more comics), gives me sass about how I should do more comics.
A crossover Jess Fink/ME fan sent me a link to this very old comic of mine from before I had a grizzled beard. This appeared in an issue of JTHM or Squee or who knows what, but just know that it appeared. There’s more to it than these two pages, but two pages is probably more than enough.
These are the first 2 pages of a strip by Jhonen Vasquez from his series SQUEE.
You can find the rest yourself as I don’t feel comfortable scanning the whole thing. I believe at some point the super ladies’ back snaps in half, unable to support her ridiculous tits. Good times! Remind anyone of Strong Female Characters?
This comic pops into my head often when I think about women in comics. The sad thing is this comic is from 1997. We are STILL complaining and making jokes like this about how ridiculous women look in comics FIFTEEN YEARS LATER. Jesus, I feel old.
I never read super hero comics. This comic made me laugh when I read it in high school just as much as it does now because it’s the REASON I never read them.The women in them didn’t look like they were made with me in mind, they weren’t made about or for real women.
The thing that is different today compared to 1997 is that there are so many more visible female creators making amazing things on the internet. I was inspired by the comics I read in high school like the MAXX, SCUDD and JTHM to go out and make my own things, tell my own stories. I never once even thought of working for DC or Marvel because the type of characters they featured had no appeal to me and I wasn’t interested in becoming a part of someone else’s story, I wanted to make my own.
EDIT: I guess I have to make clear that this comic is parody? It’s making FUN of super hero comics. I didn’t think I had to clarify that but that’s the internet.
A little comic I drew last night for a Mindspill post about an upcoming appearance at the San Diego Comicon. That actually happens to me, so it’s not really funny so much as it is painful.
Thought it would be a good idea to take a picture of myself a day for a while, the way you see people doing on the internet. Not very original, I guess, and I can think of a million other people more interesting to look at than myself for anyone into seeing that sort of thing, but I don’t really have that much else to do, so I decided to give it a go.
Knowing me I won’t really keep it going. In a way, it’s like exercise, and I’m terrible with doing that for more than a few days, too. Three days of photos is actually pretty good compared to other things I eventually give up on, so…go me.
In a lot of ways the idea of a project like this is kind of depressing. The point seems to be to be able to watch the changes your body goes through as time passes, but who ever thinks those changes are good? Getting older is generally a subtle process, the kind of thing you don’t see happening, not really see, until someone points it out or you look at old photos of yourself and remember where your hairline used to be or how much thinner you were.
I’ve never been much of a looker, though, so why the hell not, right? My kids think it’s stupid, but they can’t really think along the same lines as they need to to understand that time’s just ruining everything around them, even their own young little bodies.
Three days in.
God I’m weird looking.
Part 2 of my thrilling comic about the impending execution of one of my twitter followers. The idea was that the 30,000th Twitter follower would randomly pick another follower to die, and then that person would be killed for the amusement of the crowd and afterwards we’d all be secure in knowing that this year’s crops would be good and strong and we’d not have to resort to eating dirt and bark and clouds like that one terrible year.
In case you’re wondering, that bald guy with the crown is supposed to be me, only the me I wish I was, and the me I wish I was is bald, lumpy and has a fine crown.
Today we find out that the person to be chosen really has an awful name, normally the kind of name that’d make executing them a lot easier, but that they’ve also asked to be executed rather than allow the system to drag them up unsuspectingly, screaming and howling in protest.
Without the screaming and protests where’s the fun, yeah?
So today’s installment concludes with the murder gang racing somewhere in a panic in a crudely drawn race car. It’s pretty exciting, I think. Where are they going? What kind of car is that? Is it paid for?
I need to go think about all of this, man. It’s too much!
P.S: These vegan chicken tenders aren’t half bad, especially if you dip them in actual chicken.
Something I’m really quite good at is working on things I’m not supposed to be working on while horrific deadlines loom for projects that really DO matter! This comic is the result of me doing that very thing, making my panic for the stuff that really matters even more powerful and satisfying.
So last week I hit 30k followers on Twitter, and I said that my 30,000th follower would get to choose any of my followers to have executed as a reward. Rather than simply detailing the process via short, but amazing tweets, I figured the execution would be in comic form.
THIS COMIC IS IN COMIC FORM.
Sure, a lot of hassle for very little, but what started as a single doodle got outta hand, and I was having fun with it. I know most of my followers are porn bots, but porn bots need entertaining, too, ya know.
I’ve no idea how long it’ll take. I’m hoping not very long because I have other, more important pointless things to do!