Posts tagged Worst Hobby or Worstest Hobby?
Posts tagged Worst Hobby or Worstest Hobby?
Daniel Torres, poster for a Spanish comics festival in the mid-80s.
i’m a goober and jokes like this will always get a laugh out of me
Alert BOOM Studios:Tampax Comics. Sounds like a winner to me. (I pick winners).
I draw my comics for homicide detectives, so that is who I imagine reading my comics as I work on them.
You know the type. Watched his mom and sister get gunned down over his dad’s drug debts and swore he’d become a cop. Last time he saw his father was when he had to testify against him, but it looks like he’ll have to pay a visit to the state prison to see if he can shake some information about Big Joe Paglia out of him. He has the highest clearance rate in the precinct but he’s never gonna make captain with that chip on his shoulder and that devil on his back. His marriage went to shit ever since he started hitting the bottle. He wants to stop, but he can’t shake that image of his partner’s body getting torn into by the Antelope Ripper after he tied the both of him up in the governor’s mansion. His new partner seems eager, but he can’t trust her yet - she’s a little green, a “diversity hire”, if you know what I mean. She might be the only friend he’s got, though. He knows what the other detectives think of him. He’s no rat, but when they all skimmed a little off the Rordiguez heroin seizure and he passed on taking anything, they started looking at him funny. Doesn’t help that the chief has been riding him ever since he disobeyed a direct order to lay off the mayor’s son’s drug charge. Doesn’t help that he has his ex-wife calling him ten times a day for alimony. He just ended a twelve hour shift by talking a tweaker out of murdering a baby he was using as a hostage and he wants to relax. He goes to his local, orders a shot a cold one, slams a quarter into the jukebox to play his favourite - Charlie “Bird” Parker. He opens up the newest issue of Lose. It’s the only good, pure thing in his day - the only ray of light in his miserable fucking life.
I took a bunch of photos of the books I brought back from France. Check it out over on TCJ. Thanks! (Above image by Miroslav Sekulic-Struja)
Those Blutch comics…
Imagine that every time you said the word “movie” you could count on a significant portion of your audience picturing the Universal monsters; unless they were extra-sophisticated cinephiles, in which case they thought of the Hammer versions.
Imagine that movie theaters were grungy, unwelcoming holes in the walls of weird areas of town that were hard to get to and that there were fewer and fewer of them every year
"Boy, the food at this place is really terrible." The other one says, "Yeah, I know, and such small portions." — convicted (by the Internet) criminal Woody Allen.
I apologize in advance if this is a little on the cruel side, but: Imagine that Warren Ellis in March of 2000 wrote an essay for one of the “monster movie” websites where he complained “what if the history of books were all just nurse novels?” Imagine that was a pretty dumb metaphor back then (though in his defense he was at least engaged in a purposeful rhetoric, i.e. he was selling shit / himself/ etc.). Imagine how it’s only gotten to be a fucking dumber thing to talk about after the subsequent 14 years of achievements of hard working people in key roles expanding the scope of comics with reprints of classical material, the rise of the literary graphic novel, an influx of foreign material, a vibrant art comics scene, etc. (“Dumb ideas that are more than 10 years old” is what comics in general looks like to me, so that’s a fun coincidence, at least).
Regardless of the question of who the true author is for your 14 year old ideas or how original your 14 year old ideas are (because who cares who thought of something first— ideas are free and should be free), imagine someone created an internet where anyone can talk about anything they want to; imagine there’s a billion ways to do that. Imagine that people who loved monster movies then proceeded to talk about monster movies. Imagine that all those other people finally given the opportunity to talk about anything else, anything else at all that struck their fancy, instead just spent their time complaining not even about monster movies but about monster movie fans …
I should’ve been saving angry comments to comic book reviews, all these years— I could have had a great tumblr blog going by now. I’d have called it “Fuck-Yeah-Naked-Ladies-in-a-Pumpkin-Patch-dot-tumblr-dot-com.” To get that sweet, sweet Halloween-pervert traffic spike.
I got a classic one the other day— “It’s funny how I’ve never even heard of [my name]. And I’ve been collecting comics for more than 25 years. That shows how seriously this angry clown should be taken." I forgot to be famous, you guys! Good job defending nothing, random starfucker! That one’s a classic, evergreen. Classic Coke…
“I didn’t like your review of a Batman comic because I don’t want to fuck my male friends." Well played.
It seems like some artists, what people might say the problem with having it all, not just planned out, but written out and lettered years in advance, is that you would become bored then as you finish it up.
Well, I don’t know if “bored” is exactly the right word; it’s a struggle. I mean, I guess there’s this idea like it’s not fresh or something, but again I think that’s not necessarily a bad thing — to sometimes be in a situation where you’re working on something that’s not an easy thing to do [laughs]. Different things happen, because even if you have everything planned out, you can still end up working on a page that you lettered a couple years ago and … I guess the struggle is, you can still end up being engaged with it in a different way. Like sometimes you have jokes that are bad and you try to fix them through what the drawing is because you’re like, what was I thinking at that time? I don’t know, I mean, as I get older, I think also because my sister passed away, I wonder how much time I have left, and working in this way, whether it’s good or bad– because it’s definitely something you don’t see an immediate result for and you spend years on it– in a way it’s painful, but there’s also something kind of painless about it because of the very fact that it’s all sort of bland. You’re just showing up and trying to make something happen, [laughs] you know, rather than try to show up and starting from scratch over and over again. That can be a good thing when you’re also working full time.
One of my favorite short stories. Just good on many levels. Thank you Ivo Millazzo and Giancarlo Berardi
Mister X posters by Paul Rivoche and Jaime Hernandez…
If you took your copy of All-star Superman and threw it through the trash, and then dragged it to death behind your horse you might begin to approximate the guttural marshmallow razor blade sensibilities of Das Pastoras’s effort in the most recent Thor: God of Thunder comic effort on offer from…
This is a fascinating position, because almost every superhero ever—excluding a certain era of X-Factor, the Ultimates, Suicide Squad, a few more I’m sure exist—are explicitly criminals. This is a tension that’s ignored in most cape comics, because it muddies the issue. We’re cheering on “good guys” who put the boot to criminals, which suggests implicit approval of their extra-legal and violent actions. They are self-appointed vigilantes who are beholden to no-one, and that is exponentially more terrifying than the slimiest, schemingest lawyer.
I think one of the reasons I had a good time with Copra and Bandette last year was how each highlighted, at very different ends of the spectrum, how all the comics I liked as a kid, a kid-kid, the formative ones, good and evil never really the part I was into— it was that the characters were on the run, or were somehow “illegitimate” people (the easiest way to portray being illegitimate being the “we’re on the run and gotta hide” plot, I guess). My first X-men comic was the one where Havoc finds the X-Men hiding out in the Morlock tunnels because Marauders were trying to kill them. Suicide Squad was a Suicide Squad. Greunwald Captain America got fired and replaced by the jock-y guy because the Government didn’t like him, or because he kinda dated an evil snake girl or something? Memories are vague. My first Marvel comic was James Rhodes in the Iron Man costume being like “I am NOT giving this suit back to that white guy over there.” The New Mutants being like, “Cypher is dead and Magneto is our headmaster— we’re running away from home, Bird Boy!” Early X-Factor where characters’ parents are getting firebombed. (That issue where it was like Boom-Boom’s a homeless girl who robs telephones of their coins to play videogames and is basically on the run from essentially her pimp, the Vanisher— and she’s the one you’re rooting for, basically a teen hooker runaway vandalist….?).
(The DC books were different— I was into all the weird DC middle-age angst books. Was Captain Atom getting like time-jump cuckolded thanks to his bad guy? Atom definitely was— that was, like, issue one of Atom, him being like “My wife made a cuckold of me in the rain so I hid in the jungle, but now I’m going to erupt out of this telephone!”) (I loved that comic; loved it; Roger Stern is the best).
My favorite characters always seemed to be on the run. Copra was kind of exactly about that, really distilled that, while Bandette was so completely the opposite of that and so devoid of that (while still being about an outlaw hero) that in conjunction it couldn’t help but be really noticeable for me. I was never into Spiderman (even though I guess he had that “the newspapers don’t like me” thing… oooooh) or Batman or any of the characters that seemed … institutional. And i guess that persisted for a while— the whole Invisibles outlaw-hero thing, I guess I was a sucker for that. Or that teen hillbilly in real life who was running around stealing planes, a couple years back…?? Or listening to people complain about The Man on tumblr, all day every day, I guess? Rooting for Society always seemed like a bummer. I’d love to say it’s cause I’m brown, this being Tumblr and all, but nah, that’s probably just some suburban kid bullshit…
The Good Hulk: Lawyering And Superheroism in ‘She-Hulk’ #1
Yet as a profession, lawyers do not represent “good” the way that superheroes do. Soule, a practicing lawyer himself, clearly recognizes this; he even has one character state, “I am neither bad nor good. I am simply Legal.” The muddy ethics of lawyering provide a very different set of challenges to a superhero used to punching out their problems.