Geek Speaking of Random Boobies
Ok. So it’s been a long (June), long (July), long (August), Long (September), Long (November), LONG (December) time since I posted an update. Sorry about that. Daughter starting pre-school, coming home to two kids, working extra hours so I can take off a little early on Fridays; it all catches up with a guy sooner or later. I didn’t mean to take such a long absence, but I also barely noticed it passing. I’m back now, and for the moment ready to get started with drawing the comics, making with the funny pages, and doodling myself silly…don’t read too much into that last one.
I’ve been working on today’s comic since July. I’ll explain that in a bit, but it’s fair to say I didn’t expect it to take so long.
Look no further than the backgrounds to understand why it took me from July until now to finish this comic. The posters, the statuettes, the covers, all of it was drawn, inked, and colored in painstaking detail…then reduced to fit on your screen so they’re all blobs of pixels roughly distinguishable as what they’re supposed to be.
Don’t misunderstand me, the background elements and props were a lot of fun to draw. The comic book covers especially. The basic premise is there are three comic books on the market right now: Batman, Wolverine, and everything else. Most of everything else is made up of scantily clad women in a series of provocative poses around whom a barely plausible narrative has been loosely assembled.
I know I just said “loose” and “women” in the same sentence. If you’re here because a your Google search included those terms…I don’t know what to tell you…I draw comics.
For all that you can’t really tell what they’re supposed to be I’m really happy with the way the covers turned out. Below are the full-sized background elements so you can actually see what everything is supposed to look like.
Happiness is made of the moments when you can stop and listen for the sound the clouds make as they move across the sky.
…and everyone who knows me well is laughing at how deeply ironic that statement is coming from me…
When did buying lunch start to cost anywhere from $7 to $20 for a meal? I seem to remember being able to go out and get a halfway decent meal at lunchtime for no more than $5 to $10. At most I’d pay $15, but that was only at a nicer sit-down type restaurant and ordering a beer or something with my food. What the hell has happened that we’ve come to accept rising food costs without questioning where it’s coming from or fighting against it?
I can’t take credit for drawing this, but it is pretty much how I feel before getting out of bed every morning. I tell myself this is a good thing because it keeps me from becoming complacent. It’s MY crutch and I LIKE it.
Look! It’s a picture of boobies!
I love boobies.