We’ve all been working out in this household, by which I mean myself, my wife, and my two sisters-in-law. My wife’s been doing things with something called a kettlebell, which I’d sure as hell never heard of, but apparently it’s quite strenuous. Even now, four days after the fact, she complains of the pain in her legs.
I finally bit the bullet. I got bigger index cards for the daily sketches.
Seriously, I was doing two- and three-panel comics every day, and it was becoming difficult to cram any kind of detail into such a small space. So I grabbed the next size up.
And promptly couldn’t think of anything to draw.
My wife is doing the whole low-carb thing. It’s been going well for her; everything she’s doing defies traditional health sense (more meat! More fat! Screw whole grains!), but there’s been some definite benefits from the whole deal.
Anyway, what it means for me is that I get giant chunks of meat for dinner each night, which makes me happy because I’m basically a meatetarian. Last night, she made ribs.
All of which is a convoluted way of telling you that I got to have leftover ribs for lunch today and you didn’t, so there.
My wife and her sisters put little face stickers all over their water bottles the other day. It’s cute, but I also find it a little disturbing…
Also, I’m not particularly happy with the drawing in the first panel. I mean, there’s something not at all right about the left arm on me. Don’t even get me started on the knees.
My sister-in-law, as I’ve mentioned before, is quite the baker. She’s recently started taking cake decoration classes. Now, I’m not particularly picky about what a cake looks like, if we’re being completely honest, but it does mean she’s going to be baking cakes on a pretty regular basis. Like, a couple times a week.
I am, needless to say, a little pleased with this.
The wife loves, and I mean loves, Poirot. For our anniversary last month, I actually got her one of the Poirot movie collections. David Suchet’s portrayal of the Belgian detective is pretty definitive (I was reading something earlier today that said by the end of the current season, he will have performed in every single Poirot story published except for one short story. That’s pretty damn impressive.
My wife distrusts the paper cutter at work. She lives in constant fear someone will lose a finger to the damn thing. She is especially concerned given my rather lackadaisical attitude towards the paper cutter. I am quite likely to lose the tip of a finger to that thing someday, I just hope it’s not on my guitar hand.
My sister-in-law and I spend a lot of our time every day attempting to assassinate each other. We haven’t taken to leaping off the couch yet, but I’m sure it’s just a matter of time.
So, assuming you’ve been hiding under a rock or don’t actually pay attention to things that happen out in the world of American Superhero Comics (and, statistically speaking, there’s a damn good chance you don’t), DC Comics announced today that they would be doing a series of prequel comics to Watchmen. Lots of folks are outraged that a business would attempt to publish a comic based on characters they own the rights to in an effort to make some sort of profit. I get it. Really, I do. I understand how important a comic Watchmen is, I recognize how crazy ol’ wizard Alan Moore got royally screwed around by DC and refuses to have anything to do with them anymore (and even less to do with any movie made based on one of his creations. Then again, given the track record those films have had, I can’t say I necessarily blame him for that). I understand that this is the comic equivalent to someone coming along and doing Slaughterhouse IV: The Prequel. But is it as serious as all this? Not really. It’s just a comic book. And honestly, while a lot of it does nothing for me, there’s a couple being done by Darwyn Cooke (one of which features Amanda Conner art!). And a couple by Brian Azzarello (also, two written by JMS, but we’ll just ignore that). Honestly, that’s a list of creators (JMS excluded, of course) I’m willing to give the benefit of the doubt. Most of ’em are definitely creators who aren’t known for just taking money jobs, but rather for being comics people who really care about what they’re writing/drawing. It gives me a bit of hope.
Granted, I am sad there’s no announcement of a Gail Simone Watchmen Babies comic, but maybe they’re saving that one for tomorrow? A man can dream.
Sketches From Memory 