I actually heard Kevin Smith use that term on his "An Evening with Kevin Smith" DVDs, so I can't take credit for coining anything. But it's very applicable to what I'm about to do which is to promote 1) the SIDEBAR NATION web/podcast, and 2) my INTERVIEW for the guys therein.
Like I've mentioned before, they (as in Dwight ans Swain) are a couple of classy guys who are are just into what most of my buddies are into: art, comics, movies, cartoons, and all of geekdom/pop culture in general. Go visit by clicking on the link I've highlighted above. And when you do, keep in mind that my voice isn't very.... um... $1.98 for the first minute $.99 each additional minute, you know? So please take it easy on me. Believe me, when I listened to it, I was thinking of that one funny scene from Disney's EMPEROR'S NEW GROOVE where Eartha Kitt's character Yzma (now having turned herself into a small little kitten), in the middle of a frantic, tyrannical rant and suddenly having a moment of self awareness and says, "Is that my voice? Is that *MY* voice?! Oh, well." It's kind of like that for me.
So what does that have anything to do with the Poison Ivy image I've posted above? Nothing. You'll get over it; I believe in you.
Anyway, go visit the site, listen to me talk on and on and on and on about myself (See? This is where the 'press whore' part comes in!). While you're doing that, I'd like to thank Messrs. Dwight Clark and Swain Hunt once again for letting me participate, for their very well researched set of questions, and for being gracious enough to laugh at my stupid jokes. Much respect, sirs. I owe you guys a bundle.
“Today, in our field, there is so much talent and recognition that we are reaching a saturation point. An artist should no longer strive only for breathtaking craftsmanship; he should, instead, try to help us live better, either by dressing the wounds that are constantly being opened by society, or by offering solutions to get us out of the mess we’re in…But it’s going to be difficult and we have a lot of work to do.” - Jean 'Moebius' Giraud
Thursday, June 26, 2008
No...not 'NACHOS'. I'm talking about The Hand-resurrected assassin.
Speaking of nachos, the oral surgeon gave me a piece of paper saying that for the next couple of days, I should avoid hard edged foods like nachos and chips in order to not open up or aggravate the stitched up wound where my rotted out wisdom too used to be.
Yeah, I went and got the tooth pulled today. Well, that's not quite accurate (*WARNING: If you're easily...um... 'queased', I'm gonna get a bit detailed - navigate away now). Because the tooth had been so corrupted by the cavity, the surgeon couldn't get quite get a full handle using his super dentists tools (BTW, in the years that modern dentistry has been around, they have yet to step away from full metal tools that feel like they're grafting robotic parts into your mouth...I'm just saying, don't we have carbon fiber/ nanotechnological thingamajiggers that we can substitute instead? Haven't we come that far? I'm not saying anything bad about my dentist nor my oral surgeon - they were both AWESOME! Anyway...), so he had to break up the tooth into small little pieces and pick them out of my mouth one little chunk at a time. Let me say this again - he BROKE the tooth into little chunks using what I can only describe as giant pliers. He dug in there, took a good grip with the metal jaws, crunched away. Yeah, it actually CRUNCHED. Then he made with the drill and grinding tool. Whirring and crunching, whirring and crunching. If it wasn't for the fact that I was completely anesthetized, I would've been even more grossed out. So it was a morning and afternoon of pointed tools, and digging, and suction, and tooth debris. Then I drove home and got some frozen yogurt. It's been quite a day.
In all honesty, the whole thing went off pretty hitch-less. The disappointing aspect is the fact that the tooth didn't come out like they do in the cartoons; all whole with the root prongs sticking out. My morbid, curious mind sort of wanted to see that. But the point is, the tooth out. Stupid, useless wisdom tooth.
BTW, I'm all doped up on Vicodin. These next few End League pages are gonna be amazing.
at 10:35 PM
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Yeah, the movie wasn't really all that, but it had bad-ass Billy Zane and a pre-Zorro Catherine Zeta Jones in it. So, it can't be all that bad. Or maybe it *is* bad, but I give it a pass because I loves me them old school characters. Yeah okay, it's bad. But if they can resurrect the Hulk franchise....maybe.
So I'm posting a bit late in the day because I haven't been sleeping well. I've got this wisdom tooth that has a crater of a cavity in it. It's huge, folks - I can store secret, micro-documents in there were I a spy (and whose to say that I'm not?) and it looks like someone dropped a spot of Alien blood on my tooth and the acid just ate its way all the way to my jaw. Anyhoo... it's done nothing but throb every hour on the hour for the past couple of nights with such ferocity that it numbs my entire face. Last night's episode was so bad that I wish that THE PHANTOM would punch me in the jaw to knock the damn tooth out.
Speaking of episodes and knocking people out, the past few weeks, (and the last couple of nights) all I've been doing is listening to a podcast station called SIDEBAR NATION. The place is run by a pair of really entertaining and enthusiastic gentlemen named DWIGHT CLARK and SWAIN HUNT, both of whom I've had the pleasure of meeting in person at this year's SCAD event in Atlanta. They dropped me a line after the show and asked if they could interview me for a segment. I agreed, but then in a panicked state, went to their blog and crossed my fingers that I just didn't agree to do an interview with a couple of crazies. I am proud to say that the fellas are anything but - they're fans of comics and pop culture, blatantly crass and funny (they respectfully told me that they'd take my lead as to how many F-Bombs I wanted to drop during our segment) and they do their research before their guests get on the air. Like I said, I was praying like crazy that it wasn't going to be like,
"Uh... remember when you drew 'Satanika' for Danzig's VEROTIK books?? You know...with the devil horns and tits? Remember that? Heh-heh-heh-heh-huhuhhuh....that was cool, man."
That would've been worst case scenario. The best case scenario was what actually happened. Dwight and Swain were class acts, they took it easy on me and I had a blast laughing it up with them for the duration of the show. And I'm not the only one, either. Visit their website, check out the roster of people they've had and you'll realize they're creating for themselves a very vaunted and elite guest list. I wanted to drop a line here to tell them, "Thanks!" and to tell all of you who visit this blog to go and check them out.
My personal favorites thus far are the ones with BRIAN STELFREEZE, KEVIN NOWLAN, MARK CHIARELLO and the two-parter with SKOTTIE YOUNG. Skottie cracks me up and makes me mad coz he's raw, insanely talented and has always been as nice a fellow as you will ever meet in this industry; which makes it very difficult to hate on him for anything. And any guy who can go at length about how he wants to respectfully tranq me isn't all that bad. Go listen to the shows - you won't be disappointed. I'm gonna listen to the Jason Pearson one next.
Okay... now where did I put that drill?
at 2:55 PM
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
"Cross the Rainbow Bridge of Asgard,
Where the booming heavens roar,
You'll behold in breathless wonder
The God Of Thunder, Mighty Thor!"
That's the theme song to the THOR CARTOON from the late 60's. Murakami said that this image reminded him of a FRANK FRAZETTA image called "FROST GIANTS" used by a 70's band called MOLLY HATCHET. I was mostly trying to channel WALT SIMONSON when he was doing THOR in the 80's. Man, I'm spanning three decades with this post. That's me - bringing you the hits from the 60's, 70's and the 80's.BTW, remember when I said I'd be back in a month to post a new image?
at 7:32 AM
Sunday, June 22, 2008
"Don't touch the unicorn, Lily."
Jack said something to that effect that beginning of the movie. And what did this daft, lame-brained idiot of of a girl do? You guessed it.
The next thing you know the pollen filled world of magic (did you guys recognize how much stuff was flying through the air while they were just hanging around Lily's house? You'd need some serious doses of Claritin just to live there!) is a giant ice bowl and a bare chested Tim Curry is walkin' out of mirrors and straight into my nightmares. Way to go, Mia Sara. And that's the reason why she's not featured in this sketch; she's stupid.
Jack should've just let Gump shoot her.
Oh, just in case you were wondering, "The End League" is moving along and is a blast to draw! I'm hip deep in the middle of it is all and that's why there aren't any regular updates. I think I'm going to take another month or so before I update again so please come back then.
at 11:47 PM