...and the reviews keep pourin' in!
we are getting some really good response for issue 5 since it came out last wednesday! i don't know whether people were moved more by the story, the rather graphic scenes, or just that this issue capped our first story arc here at image, but they seem to like us!
our pal, russ burlingame from newsarama, was quick to hit me up on this issue over on his forum, "what's perhappenin'?, featuring our on-going discussion and disinformation. check it out over at:
as well as a very nice review and analysis over at comic related that you can see...here:
quiet weekend. snow here. sharon and i went over to dinner at terry austin's house on saturday night for fried catfish and taters. we brought an incredibly rich swiss white chocolate cake for dessert and then the three of us sat around moaning about how stuffed we were...
craig and i are getting more and more excited about both the perhapanauts trade that we've been pulling together this past week or so and, of course, gearing up for the big show in new york city in two weeks! ya goin'?!
that's the New York City Comiccon at the Javitz Center the weekend of february 6-8! we had a great time there last year--got to meet a slew of new people!!--and we're hoping to meet even more this time around!
also, i'm diggin' on the awesome neal adams/green lantern poster for the show...sweeet!
WHY YOU NEVER QUESTION A DRUNK...
I was shopping at the local supermarket where I selected:
A half-gallon of 2% milk
A carton of eggs
A quart of orange juice
A head of lettuce
A 2 lb. can of coffee
A 1 lb. package of bacon
As I was unloading my items on the conveyor belt to check out, a drunk standing behind
me watched as I placed the items in front of the cashier.
While the cashier was ringing up the purchases, the drunk calmly stated, ''You must be single.''
I was a bit startled by this proclamation, but I was intrigued by the derelict's intuition, since I was indeed single.
I looked at the six items on the belt and saw nothing particularly unusual about my selections that could have tipped off the drunk to my marital status.
Curiosity getting the better of me, I said: ''Well, you know what, you're absolutely right. But how on earth did you know that?''
The drunk replied, ''Cause you're ugly"
'cause i promised i'd post stuff...
here's a watercolor doodle i brushed up the other night while sharon was watching some goofy girl program (the bachelor, i think...) i wasn't watching--but i was listening--while i painted this, i don't know what it is...a muppet? a blue dog? why's it wearing a scarf? i just don't know. (what i do know is that i just don't think that is right for
here are the
answers to your
"five for friday!"
1. in the classic elvis hit, jailhouse rock, who does the warden suggest you dance with if you can't find a partner?
a wooden chair
2. in the movie "yellow submarine," who do the beatles find trapped/frozen in a glass snowglobe looking thing?
3. what is the title of the bob dylan classic that relates the tragic tale of boxer rueben carter?
4. in the beach boys hit "don't worry baby," what was she not supposed to be worrying about? (bj thomas did a version that cut this verse out, making it, well, just not as cool...)
the big car race the next day
5. what song were the rolling stones playing when african-american meredith hunter was killed at altamont?
though many people think it was "sympathy for the devil," it was actually "under my thumb."
there ya go!
smell ya later!