… it’s Steve Jobs! As Apple overtakes Microsoft in market capitalization, Jobs is coming off more and more as a despotic bully, bent on world domination. In a dramatic role reversal, I found myself almost feeling sorry for ol’ Bill Gates.
Category: Comics
Rat Bastard Speed Painting
That’s what they call it these days, right? A speed painting? A color study, a comp, a preliminary drawing or painting, an idea. This is done with Photoshop — no pencils, no paint, no paper or board. “No muss, no fuss” as the commercial used to say. There’s about seven layers in this Photoshop image, so the shadows are on one layer, the background is on another, etc. It’s sheer play.
Rat Bastard On Gawker
Rat Bastard friend, Bill Erdek sent us a link to this page on Gawker today. You can find it here.
Promoting Rat Bastard
There Once Were Zines
Back in the 90’s, I billed myself as one half of the Huja Bros. Tim Bird and I wrote stories for the comic Rat Bastard under that name, and I drew as well. Here’s a cover I did for Gimp Magazine. At the time, music scene snobs like Tim and I despised bands like Bush, Oasis, and No Doubt, so I sicced the martians on them in this piece. I always dug Mad Magazine, and wanted to give it that feel.
Captain Tuff Guy Video Game
Phil is overjoyed with the release of this new video game.
Swangler’s Bliss
Jeesh! Has it been a month since last post? It’s not like I’ve been sitting around like Lou here — I’ve been writing the pilot, which is getting close to completion. Also, some drawings of possible supporting characters and backgrounds like houses, living rooms, kitchens, etc. But if I post everything, there’ll be no reason for you to tune in.
Secret Soldier Vs. The Master Racer
In my animated project, (yet untitled) Flea Market Phil is an avid reader and collector of comics. So there’s a lot of discussion about the history and minutia of comics. That means I’m working on fictitious Golden Age comics. Heres my first one: The Secret Solder trying to catch the Master Racer, a super fast fascist, who was originally created to win the 1936 Berlin Olympics, the experiment went horribly wrong. The Master Racer was not permitted to represent the German team, because he talked too fast and too much.
The New Brunswick Of My Memories
The Internet conflicts with my memories, insofar as I’m now able to take a virtual walk through the city of New Brunswick, thanks to the innovative folks at Google. But the New Brunswick I left in September of 2000, is to some extent gone. Many of the stores, bars,eateries, buildings, people and culture have disappeared. Many parts of town are unrecognizable, due to expansion of the hospital and related medical facilities. At some point, the city seems cut in half, with nothing but bland, clean offices and parking decks, separating one neighborhood from another. One thing on the Google Street View that matches my memory is New Brunswick always seemed overcast.
For me, in the 90’s, New Brunswick was the “funnest” place on Earth. It had great quirky record, comics and video shops, every possible kind of food, clubs, bars, and an amazingly talented and thriving underground music scene. Had New Brunswick been anywhere else in America other than 45 minutes west of NYC, it would’ve gotten as much attention as Seattle. I used to call New Brunswick “the town where the parents went away for the weekend and never came home.” We were free to do whatever we wanted, for as long as we could stand it. Continue reading “The New Brunswick Of My Memories”