Yes!! I’ll be there.
went looking to see what people had written about the L&R palomar stories and found a post on an old comics blog. it talked about how the one north-american “journalist” character is this ignorant, chauvinistic, mealy-mouthed twerp who recites liberal pieties, carries around the new republic etc, while doing whatever extractative shit will further his own career. the author of the post complained that this was such a hoary old cliche that it took them right out of the work. and that author’s name, was, noah berlatsky
Got obsessed with Juggernaut and read some Spider-Man that features him. Late 80s Spider-Man reads about as goofy to me as the 60s. Juggernaut destroys most of Manhattan and then is defeated from not really stopping to look at where he’s going. I enjoyed it.
Meanwhile in A Bride’s Story
A series of drawings with captions based on the experience of a Japanese WW2 prisoner of war in a camp in Ukraine.
God this makes me laugh every time. There are so many where he is blatantly horny for Ukrainian women, it’s so fucking funny. Yeah we’re in a Soviet POW camp but the guards are sooooo sexyyyy
that’s the mark of true comic artistry. the world is being torn asunder but I must goon!!!
From “Death of a Hero!” in Fantastic Four #32, November 1964. Stan Lee script, Jack Kirby pencils, Chic Stone inks, Stan Goldberg (?) colors, Sam Rosen letters.
I love collage Kirby
I’m slowly reading through chronologically so it will be fun to watch these evolve. This early one is relatively sedate by his later standards. ^ D^ Love that wiggly ray though!
I am reading the third collected volume of Paul Chadwick’s Concrete comics. This one is called “Fragile Creature”, and it’s about Concrete participating in a film production in LA in the 80s that is constantly falling apart either because of financing, conflicts on set, or weird studio business stuff. The film is the fragile creature in the title. Concrete is always a great mix of a high-concept science-fiction character finding his way into the minutia of mundane human affairs.
In the background of this story is Maureen, the scientist assigned by the US government to study his body, covertly corresponding with another scientist to help develop her theories. Meanwhile the cold war is happening. Concrete however is actually occupying his days helping this film production cut its budget down by a third. It’s basically the 1987 He-Man: Masters of the Universe, which is really fun to recognize, as I think this comic was published within a few years of the actual production of that film.
Concrete is helping to pull off the schlocky action movie stunts and practical visual effects manually, lifting boulders over the star’s head to make it look like the Jean Claude Van Damme stand-in is doing it himself. As well as doing a few other things, like helping move set lights, his kind heart pulls him into human dramas with the crew he is getting t know, and ends up using his inhuman condition to do things like intimidate a sleazy porno director blackmailing the star of the production. Between scenes, when he isn’t needed, he’s also getting the cold shoulder from film workers whose friends, special effects artists and stunt people, aren’t getting paid because of Concrete.
It’s really so vibrant and grounded. And Concrete is always like this. But this story in particular is such a great example of this comic’s genius. I love Concrete!!
im going to start holding my cigarettes like this while im talking
also go figure i am still obsessed and in love with frank miller / klaus janson art
the raw emotionalism of this sequence…
Last weekend at a comic con, Simon Bisley was cracking jokes to me about how it was Sunday morning and time for church for like ten minutes to keep me from wandering off while he was signing a pile of books from the guy in front of me.
Fun dude!
Joe McCullough talk right now at Bubblescon 3. Very sad I neglected to bring a sketchpad. I thought they’d give me one for free like last year.
There’s a stall selling 60s and 70s issues of COM manga
Here’s most of what I walked away with (Charlie Brown and Snoopy’s uncle were already here):
I don’t know if I’ll be able to make my usual big post about it without notes… I might take stabs at it later. I didn’t get to go to the after party because I have to drive 2 hours to get home. Ask if there’s anything you wanna know!
oh worm?
OMG CONCRETE IS THE BEST
Is Olaf Snoopy’s uncle!? I always thought he was another brother, like Spike.














