“Supergirl could really use some Scott Pilgrim.”
True that. Hell, we could all use a little Scott Pilgrim.
—From Project Rooftop’s recap of the best and brightest of the Draw Supergirl meme; this one’s by Chris Haley, with April Steel and Diana Nock for the assist. I’m also awfully fond of Joel Priddy’s (Supergirl, like all of us, could also use a little Hicksville), but my favorite super-girl this week at least has to be Mary Marvel in Jeff Smith’s Monster Society of Evil.
Chillin’ with Frank & Ernest.
Congratulations, by the way, to R. Stevens, as Diesel Sweeties adds the daily newspaper to its burgeoning media empire.
Defying gravity.
Mostly a me-too post, pointing you to the sheer, unadulterated joy of Tintin Pantoja’s manga-styled Wonder Woman proposal. So far, there’s been no word from DC proper (Tintin herself theorizes that maybe she sent it up the wrong channels), but John Jakala makes as eloquent a case for the book as you’d want. —Let’s hope Joss Whedon, at least, is paying attention.
(Bonus, also from the Sporadic Sequential post: “A few years ago I pitched Dan DiDio a manga-style take on Supergirl that had Kara as a pop idol, Superman as the lead singer of the Justice League touring rock band (with the Flash as the Fastest Lead Guitarist Alive), and Lex Luthor as an Evil Music Mogul. Obviously it didn’t get picked up, and we ended up with Britney Kara instead, but it was fun to do.”)
I’m the best there is at what I do. The trick is not to mind it—
Whew! Rube Malek and Cole Coleman don’t have to wait for Buck Williams or Rayford Steele or Storm Saxon to save their bacon. Mike Mackey and the fine folks at ACC Studios have unleashed a Berkeley professor’s flawed duplication ray to bring us—Libarro World!
- Lt. Kerry, a pro-military warrior,
- Deaniac, an unexcitable ultra-genius,
- Miss Rodham, a sultry anti-feminist, and
- Teddie, a distinguished teetotaler.
Available in the pages of Liberality #3. (Keep your eyes peeled for the “Final Drudge Report” variant cover.)
For Phantom Girl, Herbie the The Fat Fury, Angle Man, Cottonmouth, and the Woodgod? For Paste-Pot-Pete, the Inferior Five, the 3-D Man, and Squirrel Girl?
The Beat points us to a harrowing, engrossing, theoretical story of a life in comics, and the (theoretical) walking away therefrom. It went up over the past couple of weeks, so bear with Blogger’s bog-standard crap navigation, start at the very bottom of that November 2006 page with “Goodbye to Comics #0: What The Hell Happened To Your Blog?” and work your way up, post by post. I’ll go set up a pot of coffee while you read.
Waiting for Making Comics.
Until then, here’s Wally Wood’s 22 Panels that Always Work:
Ivan Brunetti’s 22 Panels that Always Work (Sometimes):
Shaenon Garrity shows you fear and intimidation in a handful of Gluyas Williams spot blacks:
And Pete Woods gets you from A to B—
—in one! two! three! easy steps.
Twa conversations.
Momus talks with the pink paper; Hope Larson talks with her house.
Ah, youth, where is thy sting?
—Neil Gaimain; Scott McCloud; San Diego, 1991.
Via 
ivy_rat.
A goddamned amusement park.
Here we are, in the deeps of Howard Beale time, and following a link from a link to a link I find myself at Tom Spurgeon’s massively inclusive list of lists of Things to Do in San Diego When You’re Chuffed, and damned if I didn’t end up wishing I’d gone to Comic-Con. —I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
Kiss them for me.
Hey! It’s the weekend of the massive San Diego Comic-Con. We didn’t go this year, but it sure sounds like Jesse Hamm’s enjoying himself.
A critical failure on my pop-culture roll.
It wasn’t until this morning over breakfast that I realized why it is Kitty Pryde’s doing that fucked-up splashing thing with her fist on the last page of Astonishing #15.
Saucy ganders.
The opening salvo (if ever it had an opening):
(Some little context, by way of the script:
)
The recent escalation:
The perhaps inevitable but nonetheless (nonethemore?) welcome riposte:
And then—
Now that's airwolf.
Since Fanboy Rampage went the way of all flesh, I’m just not as plugged in to the gonzo side of the comics blogosphere, so it took John Holbo to point out Chris’s Invincible Super-Blog pointing out something I should have been up on already: First Second’s online catalog with sample pages, which includes snippets of the next book on my list: Eddie Campbell’s domestic apocalypse, The Fate of the Artist. —Also, there’s a blog, with among other items a glimpse of Paul Pope’s Battling Boy, which I’d’ve known about already if I was up on my Publishers Weekly Comics Week. Totally unairwolf of me, I know.
Before I forget again.
September, 2006
(Is it just me, or is the touch of grey in the Scott icon a little disconcerting?)
