CHICAGO! A town I have visited many times to sell my comics, always to be beaten down by it’s big, windy shoulders! But this was the year I fought back! This was the year I assumed… MY ULTIMATE FORM!!
“Where the fliggity fliggity fuck is Deep Fried?” You ask, using that ersatz hip-hop slang that you know annoys me. Apologies! I have been busy as one of Santa’s elves getting one project after another completed in advance of the Chicago Comic-Con (where I will be this weekend, table E-47… unless Arthur Suydam poaches it!)
That is why I have been “dissing” you on the “content”! (Sorry… I write the headlines first). And what are these other distracting projects? Well, chief among them is this Muppet Weapon Brown arm I’ve been working on for the show:
(Ooo yeah…. CAL’s in for it now!) I’ve also been hump-busting to keep project PEEK! on track, coming up with variant covers and the like, all the while juggling paying work. This has thrown a hunky monkey wrench into my monkey business. Sorry!
Take heart: things will be on track by September. I too want to see what will happen when Beepo and Roadkill finish climbing those stairs. Stay tuned!!
I just began working on my Weapon Brown arm for my appearance at the Chicago Comicon (August 20-23). Fear my foam rubber thunder!! (okay, it looks like cardboard now, but believe me, the arm is going to be quite foamy when it is finished!)
I have finally thrown away Weapon Brown’s placenta… that is, the phonebook-thick folder of reference pictures I used to craft every detailed page of the comic series. Those pages represented countless hours of research, not to mention a large slice of my carbon footprint. Now they belong to the ages (and the aliens, the ones who will be rubbish-picking through our planet long after we have turned to oil).
Also inside that folder were a zillion thumbnail sketches I created while designing the cover of the Weapon Brown graphic novel, presented here for your amusement.
For no other reason than I had a bag of kind bud that needed burning, my friends and I recently watched Jupiter Ascending, a movie that must have been bankrolled by the guys at RiffTrax. I mean…
This movie was a veritable Brundlefly of other Hollywood mistakes: Twilight fused with John Carter, Battlefield Earth, Thor… plus an additional chromosome 21 from The Phantom Menace. Are the Wachowskis punishing themselves for something? Are they so embarrassed by their high-concept flops like Cloud Atlas that they feel the need to emo it out on screen with this pandering piece of shit?
This isn’t simply a bad movie. This was calculated crap, a legacy committing suicide right before your eyes.
If you thought there couldn’t be a more nothing heroine than Bella Swan, say “hello” to Jupiter Jones, a woman who literally wins the genetic lottery when she turns out to be the reincarnation of the queen of a space corporation. Suddenly Jupiter is thrust into outer space on the rocket boots of a space werewolf, and she spends the rest of the movie being moved around like a chess piece by a trio of evil space-capitalists who feed her expository dialogue while she just stands there. It’s all just so Jupiter will enter her royal pin-number onto an iPad so that one or the other baddies can own the earth and turn all life into Oil of Olay.
Oh, did I mention the rocket boots? This movie has rocket boots. Hope you like rocket boots!
(The space werewolf also used to be a space angel-werewolf, until his wings were cut off, which he now regrets. I think Lana Wachowski may have written that character.)
Stream it and weep!