Let's Be Friends Again

freddie mercury gets it together! by way of chris haley with inspiration from, i’m going to guess, bryan lee o’malley. we’ve met o’malley (lee o’malley? are both last names necessary here? strunk? white?) at three cons now, and he actually recognizes chris’ face without any telltale signs of fear. this says to me that he possesses, at the very least, neutral feelings towards chris! or he masks his terror well.

edit: i neglected to mention the coloring was assisted by april steele, who, legend has it, is for real.

I wrote all previous updates on this site using, for the most part, only miniscules.

It was a conscious decision I made at some point, but I can’t remember why or what point it served, and, in retrospect, it seems sort of pretentious, so I’m not anymore.

There’s been a proliferation on the internet in the use of improper capitalization, and here I was following along like some sort of internet sheep, prancing alongside those who practice such English skills as would break my fourth grade teacher’s heart. My rationale was that what you’re saying isn’t as ‘serious’ if you don’t make the guys at the beginning of the sentence stand out. It’s harder to be criticized if you’re typing your shit in a form that can’t be held up to the elegant Elements of Style’s standards.

This discussion begs the question: Who gives a shit?

Gentle reader, nobody gives a shit, so here’s a picture of Freddie Mercury as the Green Lantern of Sector 2814 fighting Darkseid. An oldie, but never before seen ’round these here parts.

- Curt

So here’s the full on picture of Chris as done by Liefeld for some unknown Alan Moore book.

The impossible muscles, the distracting lens flare, the hideous signature at the bottom: yes, this truly is some sort of art, the kind I’m not sure has been defined yet. Can we call it anti-art? It’s like wrapping all the way back around the circle from pretentious and you come back perilously close to where you started. What the hell am I talking about, I sort of lost where I was going.

Lots and lots of thanks to Justin Stewart at http://justin3000.blogspot.com/ for risking his corneal capacity to color that abomination!

And finally, I leave you with a few words from Chris. I think he was feeling left out because I get to call him an idiot every day while he can only look up and shake his fist from the comments box.

The new comic is based on an actual conversation between Curt and I that really stuck with me. I then told Curt we should make it into a comic. Such is the nature of the collaboration. The portions featuring crying, pleading, and more crying have, of course, been omitted so as to keep things as light as a summer’s breeze around these parts.

Rob Liefeld was not the original funeral portrait artist, and even though making fun of Rob is like shooting apples in a barrel (full of apples), it was classier than Curt’s original joke.
The original joke was probably funnier, but we are nothing if not classy.

The part of today’s comic that features me requesting something of Curt is 100% true as it really is something I made Curt promise me.
Seeing how he’s going to handle things though, perhaps I should try to institute some further stipulations.

The guys at Fused Film have been putting our single panel movie themed strips up real weekly like.

We’ve covered the forthcoming sequel to Manos: The Hands of Fate (Also known as Hands: The Hands of Fate in Spanish, or Manos: The Manos of Manos in Esperanto), a casting choice that might have perhaps saved Frank Miller’s The Spirit, and the Thompson Twins Tintin cameo.

When we had the idea to do the Thompson Twins strip, I was thinking of Nelson. I still wanted to just go ahead and have Nelson be in Tintin. I think I would like Nelson in anything, really.

Maybe Nelson as Asterix and Obelix? Nelson as Encyclopedia Brown? Nelson as Bert and Ernie? All great ideas. Never steal them.

Here is a picture of myself and Chris all done up by a real artist – Jemma Salume.

So the new comic won’t be up until tomorrow. I know, I’m frightened as well.

But, meanwhiles, here’s a picture done by the excellent Jemma Salume that’s been all colored up.

It’s of Chris and I’s alter egos – The Enthusiast and Mr. Fahrenheit Jr. – mixing it up.

Spoiler: I win at the end.