Posted December 3, 2005 at 11:30 pm
I've got the next two redrawn IW! strips done. Pay your respects to our dearly departed Kup the truck. He lives immortal within the pages of the Internet.

I got the next issue of the Transformers fanclub magazine in the mail today. As always, the comic, the written bio, and the Hartmans' article never fail to entertain or educate. (Though I have to say, the art is getting increasingly impenetrable as the coloring gets more and more mushy. I can't tell half of what's going on anymore during the fight scenes. They hired ex-Dreamwave people, didn't they?) Definitely look forward to those every other month.

On the bad side -- damn. The BotCon '05 writeup. Dude. It's as fair and balanced as Fox News. "It looks like the show had good attendance." "There seemed to be just as many dealers and tables as past events." "[The dinner's] entertainment was very original and entertaining." Pete Sinclair's balls were firmly on this reviewer's tongue. It makes me absolutely ill.

We're also treated to a fan-repainted figure called Quickslinger. A purple Ransack. The given bio for her embarrasses me. It trots out the tomboy stereotype in its full nigh-sexist glory. She's so violently intent on not being defined by her gender that she is, in fact, defined entirely by her gender. There's not a single thing in this bio that isn't about her being a girl.

Also, regarding the latest Teen Titans episode...
So, I guess I hafta split up my DC Animated display. I could almost ignore that my shelf had two Dick Graysons (TT Robin and BTAS Nightwing) on it, but Kid Flash is definitely the same Wally as the Justice League Flash -- just younger by a few years. My Titans gotta be moved. Sad, really. Oh well.

Where's my grown-up Animated Starfire figure? Hmm?
Posted December 1, 2005 at 3:24 am
So, yeah. People liked Wednesday's strip. In that "it hurts so good" way. Man. How am I gonna top it? Guess I should just quit comics now!

Also, I finally found Wreckloose today, meaning I've found everything that's out that I wanted. Which means that new stuff will start showing up in stores any minute now.

Any minute.
Posted November 29, 2005 at 4:26 am
I'm back from Indiana now. Hurray for turkeys!

Meanwhile, I have an interview up at Comixfan. Booyah! Find out my dirty secrets. Well, not really. I tell all those constantly to anyone and everyone, so they're not very secret.

I just farted.
Posted November 24, 2005 at 12:39 pm
Apparently my brother works for a company named.... FapCo.

Yes. So many jokes.
Posted November 23, 2005 at 3:59 pm
So yesterday morning I flew out to Chicago for Thanksgiving. I'm staying at my best buds Steve and (Scott) Hooper's apartment until we drive into Indiana tonight. Whee! Chicago.

It's just a short hour flight from Columbus to Chicago, so I'm chugging down their Mountain Dew as we're landing and they're collecting trash. This won't end well. I get off the plane, and (Scott) Hooper picks me up and we're supposed to drive to Steve's work. Neither (Scott) Hooper nor I have any idea where we're going, and we end up going 20 miles the wrong way. Due to the Mountain Dew, I gotta pee something fierce. We get turned around the right way on the highway, and we're making good time again.

The car starts shaking. I turn to Hooper. "I think you bust a tire." He looks like he doesn't really want to believe it, and that if he ignores it, it didn't really happen. Eventually, I get him to pull over, and yeah, the front tire's completely flat.

So, sure. We start swiftly replacing it, and I figger I can pee in privacy behind the car after we finish. No, a tow truck comes up behind us and just watches. Rats. We're done in 10 minutes, and we try to assure the guy we're okay. No, he sits. As we're pulling away, he starts giving us instructions on how to merge back into traffic on his bullhorn or whatever.

Great. So anyway. It's another half-hour drive to where we're supposed to be. We get off on a wrong exit, but after calling Steve, it's not a problem. We're on the right street, just further down. We're just five miles away. SOON I CAN PEE. OH GOD YES.

Traffic stops. It's bumper to bumper through stoplights for all those five miles. There's road construction at the end of it.

I hate the world.

On the upside, I learned how to play disc (or frisbee) golf, which I didn't even know existed. I'm embarrassingly horrible at it, which got to be Steve's coworkers' first impression of me. Ah-heh. It was fun, though.

Also, I've been telling Steve he need to buy Katamary Damacy for a year. I was furious to find out he still hadn't gotten a copy at my insistence. So while Hooper's car was getting its tire replaced, I went into Toys R Us and bought We Love Katamari for him. Merry Christmas, I guess. But it's worth it, dammit. He needs to experience Katamari. While I was there I saw the new Mini-Con two-packs. Whee! Didn't buy them, but whee! I don't really need any more recolored Minicons.

But yeah. This hasn't been a good week for cars, in my experience.
Posted November 23, 2005 at 2:20 am
Okay, so we already know that Transformers Cybertron's packaging bios rock. For example, there's Brushguard, who in any other line would have just been a random Decepticon redeco of Overhaul, no questions asked. But hell no, Brushguard is a botanist. An EVIL botanist. He makes things that, not unlike Topato, are made of poison. This made him cool, and probably the first Evil Decepticon Botanist in, like, forever. He was already destined to be mine.

But on top of that, each toy's pack-in Cyber Planet Key has a code printed on the back that, when typed into, gives you further biographical information. So lemme paste:

A cousin of Overhaul, Brushguard was lured by Megatron into a life of evil by hollow promises of money, Energon and power. Brushguard, though a brilliant scientist, is secretly in love with movies from Earth. He has an entire collection of primitive Earth DVDs that he watches while he is in his laboratory cooking up monstrous viruses and genetic mutations for Megatron. His dream project would be to create a bio-mechanical Autobot-eating plant that resembles the Earth Venus Fly trap plant. He would teach it to talk too – it would say, “Feed me, Brushguard!”


If I have to spell out for you why that is incredibly awesome, I am no longer your friend.
Posted November 19, 2005 at 7:53 pm
I was on my to Kinko's this afternoon when the usual roaring of my black 1986 Dodge Ram50 burst into a cacophony of metal clanks, as if one were twirling an axe through the undercarriage of my truck. The gas pedal was suddenly useless, so I coasted to a stop just past the corner of Kenny and Ackerman.

My drive shaft had snapped and was dragging on the asphalt.

My roommate, a helpful stranger, and I pushed it into an empty parking lot next to a nearby church. I called my dad, and he confirmed for me that the repairs would be far, far beyond what one should invest in this truck. There is no more truck. Kup is gone.

It's still sitting there. I gotta get it junked or something. It's probably in too bad a shape to be worth anything to anybody. I took out my 1998 Godzilla cupholder from Taco Bell, my "Your Mom" air freshener, and what I had brought with me.

The truck used to belong to my grandfather. He got it second-hand from somebody else, and neither of them drove it much. When I got it from my dad in 1999, it still was under 50 thousand miles, despite being 15 years old. I named it "Kup," after the old geezer Transformer pick-up truck character from the movie, which came out in 1986. The truck's mileage is pushing 100,000 now. It's loud and smelly. I remember when Graham and I drove to Wizard World Chicago a few years ago, and ended up pulling over in Dayton to yank the remnants of the exhaust system out. It had rusted and was dragging. I kept the pieces in the bed, like I do everything that breaks off the truck. The piece of wood(!) that fell out of the running boards, the spare tire that can't be stowed away underneath where it's supposed to, pieces of the bumper that chipped off when I hit the snow-covered guardrail on Christmas Eve...

I almost feel like I should disassemble everything that composes the truck and put it in the bed now.

I gave Walky the truck too. It probably showed up more times than the dog. It's particularly sad for me, because I'm redrawing the first storyline -- and the truck shows up in the next two installments. I'll be drawing it post-mortem. Perhaps it won't be entirely sad, but a happy thing. Therapeutic, like saying a goodbye to an old friend.

I dunno what I'm going to do. Steve-o graciously gave me his spare key to his car in case I needed it. But whether I decide to replace Kup depends largely on what I want to do with my life, and where.

I just didn't think I'd have to decide today.
Posted November 19, 2005 at 3:15 am
'Cuz, dude, Harry Potter continues to steal my looks. A theft has occurred. First it was the glasses and the hair and the boyish face, but now he's wearing a goddamn hoodie. Watching the new movie tonight was like looking into a freakin' mirror. Pretty soon he'll be making poop jokes and building a Hot Shot shrine. You mark my words.

Also, damn have the CGI floodgates opened. There was FOUR previews for CGI-animated cartoon movies. Four. At least they were shown in order of increasing quality. The first one was so bad I don't think normal people would let it on television -- something about Little Red Riding Hood or whatever. The one about the house that eats people was somewhat better. The one with the penguins was cute, but pointless. And "Over the Hedge" finally had the feature-film level quality I expect.

I'm somewhat glad. At least three of these piles of crap are going to fail, and then movie executives will stop thinking that CGI movie = guaranteed box office gold. Maybe they'll do some cel again. Y'know, when they realize it's about story, not medium.

(Of course they won't.)

God, I'm turning into a bitter old coot.

*shakes fist*

Get off my lawn!
Posted November 13, 2005 at 10:33 pm
(The ending is still old.)

So I've been spending a little time on a side project. It's something Maggie has been suggesting I do since I've known her, and something I agreed with but didn't have the time (sorta) or inspiration.

You see, It's Walky!/Joyce & Walky! has a large archive. Intimidatingly large. Having a large archive can be a great revenue and fandom booster, but it can also scare some people away. (Steve Troop is currently dealing with this by removing his 9 years of strips and attempting a reboot.) In my case, I'll be first to admit that around 1999-2000, my art was absolutely shit. It was in some weird transition between Roomies!' style and what my art looks like today. It was incomprehendable. Worse yet, It's Walky! started during this period, and due to the nature of my storytelling style, in addition to looking ugly, you needed to start in 1997 to understand it.

So what if somebody hears of It's Walky! and wants to read it? They got to trudge through some random (yet admittedly awesome, aww yeah) and seemingly unconnected story about college first. I can't just link them to Christmas 1999 and let them start from where It's Walky! actually begins. If there were... only... some way... to make the beginning of It's Walky! legible and a reasonable starting point for new readers.

I'm redrawing the first storyline. The whole Year Zero arc. And I'm inserting as much backstory as I can. (And getting rid of some plotholes, while I'm at it.) Frankly, I'm pretty excited to be doing it. I drew the first 7 pages in 24 hours. I've been doing 1 or 2 pages a day since then. All while I am also continuing to draw Shortpacked! and Joyce and Walky!. I am a man possessed.

So continue to check back for newly redrawn pages ever so often.

P.S. If you want a canonical explanation for how some of the dialogue and action, and thus the canon, have slightly changed, blame Melonpool. We did do a few crossovers with him, and he did just destroy and reboot the universe. Guess there were some hiccups on our end. And our timing is a bit suspect!