A Stickah

A sticker I designed for my web site.

Polo or Croquet?

The first in a series of images depicting centaur activities.

Life on Mars (in progress)

Some concept art for the Sci-Fi rock opera I have been working on for a while.

Maxwell Edison

A concept drawing I made a while back for a comic based on the Beatles song Maxwell’s Silver Hammer about a medical student/serial killer.

True Story

A little something I made. Based totally in reality.

A Damn Shame

Heath Ledger’s performance as The Joker will never be topped. He is what you read in the comics. The good ones. That terrifying villain that can’t be predicted. The perfect balance to The Batman. He’s what you see in Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth, The Killing Joke, and so many others. He’s the guy I first remember meeting when I got into comics, showing up in the shop, thinking I knew The Batman and The Joker. I had been mostly reading Green Lantern, but on a whim I picked up an issue of the Bat-family sweeping story-arc, No Man’s Land, and I got hooked on the bat. So I gathered up as many issues as I could. And I met The Joker. And I was terrified. Vicious, with a sense of humor only he can fully appreciate. And that’s what I saw last Saturday at 7:15 down at the Seekonk Showcase. I had been sad when I learned of Ledger’s death, sad for his family, and sad for the loss of what I had thought to be a pretty good actor. Then I saw this, and I’m sad on a whole new level. The sadness of a young kid in a comic shop who got there a little too late, and all the copies of the latest issue have already been sold. He doesn’t get to see what happens next.

It’s been a long time coming…

I’m finally getting around to commenting on Juno, the recent “indie” sensation. First, let me make it known that I thought it was very well-acted. My main beef is with the dialogue. No one talks like that and it was straight up embarrassing to listen to because of how awful it was. For example, “Oh, sorry, abortion clinic, I can’t hear you, since I’m such a quirky youth, I am speaking with you on a phone that…LOOKS LIKE A HAMBURGER!!! EVERYONE LOOK AT MY PHONE!!” Take a lesson from Wes Anderson, put funny crap in the background, and don’t talk about it. Pointing it out is insulting and pathetic, like a hammy child at a grown up party, someone with a “More Cowbell” t-shirt, or a hipster’s moustache. 

As a side note, Ellen Page, has compared her character to a modern-day Holden Caulfield. Where the hell do you get off, you smug flavor of the week?

(Michael Cera, keep doing what you do. You only do the one thing, but you do a damn fine job.)