Woohoo!

That went a lot more quickly and easily than we had any right to expect.  Our Kickstarter thing has 27 more days to go and we're already over our target.  This is a good thing.

As this is our first project we're not going to complicate matters by adding new targets and offering new rewards - so called 'stretch goals' but we're not going to turn down additional pledges.  (For one thing I'm not sure if we can, and if we are able to I don't know how we do).  The money from additional pledges will go towards an increased print run and upgrading/buying art equipment, like some posher paper for me to draw on, and Letraset ProMarkers - ooooooooh....Letraset ProMarkers*.

All we really have to do now is finalise the page order, proofread the thing to death - we WILL miss something. Get the artwork fitting the templates from the printer, wait till the Kickstarter campaign has finished and get everyone's names ready for the backers' Thank You credits...   (Should they be in alphabetical order? or order that people backed us? or in order of their shoe size?  This sort of thing still needs to be decided.) We have to get their addresses, and make all the mini-comics, buy packaging material, and... etc.... etc....

Well, there goes our summer holiday....

It's going to be brilliant!  And we can't wait.  Thank you.

It sure as hell beats Skegness!

*and cakes

More Kickstarter

Well so far so good!

Strike that. So far - VERY good!

The Kickstarter thing is going better than we expected/hoped. We've 19 backers and are 63% funded in less than 24 hours. We're surprised, and relieved, and happy - and that's without my mum chipping in... Hello, Mum!


Here's a shorter link to the page:

 http://kck.st/295ObDa 

EDIT:  as I was typing this up we had another backer.... it's now 66%

Kickstarter

Merriol and I just pushed the button on our first Kickstarter campaign!.... Actually,  to be truthful, we pressed the button, reloaded the page, waited for M's phone to catch up so she could take a photo of the momentous occasion, pressed the button again, wondered why nothing had happened, realised we had pressed the wrong button, scrolled down the page, filled in a box we'd missed - pressed the OTHER button and...

...we have a live Kickstarter project! - woohoo!  Yay Us!  And here it is:  Go click.  Go buy our comic book!


Please....

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/689964224/gosh-wow-comic-book

Pudding

We like puddings in JunkMonkey Mansions.  I suspect if the kids could work out a way of living on puddings (and crisps) they would be happy. Some go down better than others.

This was a recent one that came from our last trip to an Asian supermarket:

Mmmmm Pudding Powder! 

Mango flavoured pudding powder that's 100% - something...

Eating it reminded me of this strip I drew a couple of months ago and don't think I've posted here.

Oddly the usually bizarre Engrish that Asian packaging designers scatter about their boxes is uncommonly readable. Mind you 'Pudding softly or hard by adding or reducing water capacity.' is pretty good.

And the laws of physics are obviously different in the Far East.

Water in China boils at 'about' 90 degrees C????

Ma foi!

J'écrit un petit BD en français... voila!

  

Thanks are due to a friend (who, probably quite wisely, wishes to remain anonymous) over at www.sffchronicles.com for correcting my spelling and some bits of really clunkingly bad grammar.

Boom

On my drawing board I have a piece of paper with various bits of good advice from artists writ up on.

Today I took this classic from Wally Wood to heart:

"Never draw anything you can copy, never copy anything you can trace, never trace anything you can cut out and paste up."  

90% of the basic panel of the guys sitting on a sofa was traced from a previous strip of them sat on the sofa and the arms were drawn separately and it then it was all cut and paste in Photoshop.  Pasted in layers like simple cell animation.  The fastest strip I've drawn in weeks.  It wrote itself instantly too. It popped into my head as I was opening the car door coming home from work - and I had it written down in the sketchbook before I turned on the ignition. 

Ohh! My fear of commitment - on paper - takes another step backwards (or forwards). More proper drawing - pen and ink on paper then coloured in in Photoshop.

 (Clickify on the image to bigger it up.)

  

 (I've been reading a lot of French comics recently.)

It's a long time since I wittered on about crappy movies here.  Partially because I haven't been watching many.  My 'spare' time recently has been taken up with drawing and reading comics.
Sometimes I read really bad comics. (Not that difficult really given that 90% of them, like everything else, are crap.) So I'll witter on about crappy comics for a bit.

One of my current fascinations is for the short lived publishers, Atlas / Seaboard, which, in 1975, set out a full-frontal assault on the Marvel / DC duopoly, an assault that lasted several heady months before folding.  A short history of the company can be found here.

There are several things I like about Atlas Comics:

• They're cheap and not particularly sought after by collectors.
• There are only 65 of them.
• They are - for the most part - bloody awful.

Point one may have something to do with point three.

I'm slowly collecting the lot with my pocket money. Putting together runs is very easy; titles like Planet of the Vampires! only lasted three issues and, over its three issues,  manages to sum up the whole operation for me with the covers alone.

"A World Gone MAD! 

Six Astronauts Return to 

Earth and Find it Ruled by 

VAMPIRES!"

The cover of issue One (lovingly rendered by Pat Broderick and Neal Adams) shows our heroic hero, and heroic heroine, heroically shooting someone who is feebly throwing small rocks at them off-panel. They're doing this while standing in a manner that suggests they are trying surreptitiously pull twisted underpants out of their arse-cracks without putting down their weapons.

Our heroes ladies and gentlemen!

(Incidentally the 'six astronauts' promised on the front cover turn out to number five and one of them gets killed on page three having appeared in only two panels and delivered one line of dialogue.)

So, returning to a post-apocalyptic world (two years after they lost contact with Earth) our all American heroes find a society divided between disciplined, jumpsuit-wearing, well-armed, scientifically-enlightened dome dwellers on one hand, and the hairy, brutal street tribe savages so popular in Italian SF movies of the time. As you may have guessed all is not as it seems and the disciplined, jumpsuit-wearing, well-armed, scientifically-enlightened dome dwellers are really VAMPIRES! who harvest the rough, tough street boys to scientifically drain them of their blood and scientifically make a serum they need to survive the mutated plague that threatens them .. dah dah dahhhhh!

 I could hardly wait to see what happened next...

  

By issue two's cover the disciplined jumpsuit-wearing, well-armed, scientifically-enlightened dome dwellers are suddenly wearing cloaks and have claws, and widow's peaks, and fangs! and all the rest of the Dracula shtick - and what the hell IS that handy nipple-access zip doing on that woman's uniform? (and why isn't it unzipped?)

At this point I should mention that the four astronauts who made it past page four of issue one are two married couples. One couple is white, that's them on the covers of issues one and two, the other couple are black.

Here they are.  That's them on the cover of issue three (a logo change after only two issues?)

 

No seriously. That's them. The blond bloke with one arm? he's black.  And the large-breasted white girl girl with the ripped shirt (there was a zip, you morons!) with all the small turtles glued to her skin?  she's black too.

This is what they look like on the inside.

 (Knowing how people scream when they are
dying is part of basic astronaut training.)

I don't know much about the schedule that the artists and writers were working to, or how long a lead time they had, but you would have thought that by issue three, someone in editorial would have noticed that they'd got these guys' skin colours wrong. And it's not as if you weren't 'allowed' to put black characters on the front of comics.  Marvel had a black character on the cover of Captain America back in 1969.

Not that it really matters because one of them is dead half way through this issue and the other writes himself out of the plot a few panels later.

So. Of the promised six astronauts on the cover of issue one we are down to two.  And one of them dies before the end of this book.  Maybe that's why there was never an issue 4. The last remaining character snuffed it before they could get round to writing it.

EDIT:  Maybe not! I just found a double page splash in the back of the comic (which I managed to miss on multiple readings).  The splash looks like someone traced a couple of Jack Kirby panels and it shows our male heroes back together- in more of the endless supply of spacesuits they carry around with them (our white hero gets one Kirked to shreds in every issue.)

Utterly Kirked

Next Issue:   

In the Black Depths

Beneath the Fortress Dome -- 

a New and Terrifying Menace!

REVENGE of the VAMPIRES!

I would guess that the new menace was - oooh I dunno?  More vampires?  Hairy ones with stupendously long left legs?

(I hope that's his leg...)

I like drawing Hats. After tentacles they are my second favourite thing to doodle. I can doodle hats for hours and not get bored. Sometimes the hat will be dangling someone underneath it and sometimes that person will do something interesting or tell me a joke.

Sometimes I manage to combine hats AND tentacles

Meet Fate. (If you haven't met him before that is.)  Fate turned up in my sketchbook, dangling under a hat while hovering over a depressed horse that was considering throwing himself under a passing truck. Three pages, an exploding ice cream factory, and a bus full of nymphomaniac Swedish athletes later he wandered off the page leaving a bemused, but no longer suicidal, horse behind him.  I possibly won't get round to presenting the world with that strip but Fate turned up again few days later (with less gratuitous nudity involved).

 

And he keeps coming back:

 

 

I like this guy

A new strip up on the Flickr page.

 


The first Jet Starr for a couple of weeks. (I must get round to finishing the football saga. There's only one more page to draw but two or three more pages to letter and ink in Photoshop.)

I drew today's page when I was in Sheffield visiting the in-laws a couple of months ago, and then it sat for a long time doing nothing because I quite liked the pencils I had done.

My least favourite bit of drawing my comics is the inking. I'm not a natural inker. Of all the stages involved in getting from a stupid scribble to a strip that I can put up on the web, and walk away from, inking is the one that brings most disappointment. I like writing the jokes, which I usually do as I'm drawing rough thumbnails so I pretty much know what is going where as I write, and the pencilling is just the best bit - but inking to me is often a joyless chore. This page of spacebabe/squidulon wrestling sat on my drawing board for a week waiting for me to have the courage to ruin my pencils. Then I had an inspiration. I inked the girl's tits in the first two panels. Then I had to do the rest of those panels so it didn't look like I was even more of a perv than Merriol thinks I am already. And then I had to do the rest of the page because it would have looked silly otherwise.

The other thing that held me back was I couldn't get the punchline quite right. As I was shading it tonight in Photoshop I threw out the original line and found this one.

I'm a bit chuffed with it. In a week I'll think it's awful.

As usual.

Hello world.  It's getting on for a year since I posted to this blog.  Time to get it back on its feet and stumbling forward again.

One of the reasons I'm doing this is because Merriol (wife, mother of my children, and crochet ninja) has linked to this blog from https://www.instagram.com/gosh_wow_comics/

I have no idea what the hell Instagram is all about, it appears to be some sort of 'liking' site, not dissimilar to Facebook, where people compete to see how popular they can appear to be.  But she is determined to drag me and my comics kicking and screaming into the Twentieth Century....

So, until I can think of anything interesting to say, here here's a picture of me trying to think of something interesting to draw.

And here's the last thing I drew, as posted on the twice a week (Wednesdays and Sundays - weather permitting) Flickr page where most of my cartoons end up these days.


More soon.

Pride

Six years ago I wrote this in my film diary:

The Man With Two Brains - I laughed. A lot. Steve Martin used to be funny and still is. By which I mean the films he made then are still funny now - unlike people like Gerry Lewis, or Arthur Askey who were funny then but aren't now and haven't been for a long time. Though there were people who went on laughing at Arthur Askey years past his (and their) sell-by dates so maybe I'm just laughing at stuff that I used to find funny but that isn't widely considered really funny any more.

Maybe I just haven't noticed.

I guess the acid test will be whether my children find The Man With Two Brains and The Jerk funny in a few years time. Fast forward six years and I can almost hear one of my girls saying to the other (or possibly one of the others depending on the sex of child number three, due in less than four months): "Oh crap! Dad's going to do one of his 'Is This Funny?' experiments on us again, just pretend to like it so he doesn't feel old, will you?" I love my kids; they're so considerate....

Time for an experiment...

Sorry, long abandoned blog. Been busy doin' drawin's and that: There's a few more here: https://www.flickr.com/photos/junkmonkey/ Nunsploitation! Superheroes drinking coffee! and a Tale of the Old West: featuring Jeff Randall of the US Postal Rangers! Please enjoy! I may come asking for money later....

Questions to Which I Don't Suppose I'll Ever Find an Answer - No. 675a

Why are all pterodactyls in French* comic books coloured red?

etcetera etcetera etcetera...

*all right, '...and Belgian'.

Here's an eight panel strip that fell off my doodle pad today and somehow became worth inking.

Page one of  'Senga: The Braw Jungle Lassy'

 

Or whatever I eventually call it. 'Senga: Quine of the Jungle' is another possibility.

Work in Progress:

 

Work in progress. I've got a bit stuck in the comic I'm drawing with this character. Her name is Senga the Jungle Girl.  I'm 12 pages in, a few good jokes and no plot as yet - so to avoid dealing with my total lack of plotting ability I'm taking time out to draw a pin-up of her with copious armpit hair. Not sure why I'm giving her such luxuriant pits, but I was planning on having her have riotous underarm fuzz that would blow in the wind from the start - but Holly made me take it out on the grounds that it's "too weird".

A semi-naked Scottish girl living with an Amazon tribe of white girls battling Nazis deep in the African jungle is okay but armpit hair is "weird"?  I don't understand kids. Mind you, they don't understand me so I guess we're even.

(Though I do have some sympathy for their position.)

Here's the (maybe) cover :

How Mobile Phones have Fucked up Everything: Part NtyX

Strange but true: People used to be able to eat food without photographing it first.  Honest!

Mobile Phones are Evil (Part Deuxty-fünf)

Here's another thing I've just discovered that have been screwed up by mobile phones.

In years past when people showed you their holiday snaps at least you could see the buggers.

"Here's us on the sea front at Frinton... and here's another one of us on the beach at Frinton.  oh and here's a picture of that man walking his dog.  Remember, Gladys?  and here's another one of us at Frinton...."

Whether the pictures were on small glossy prints, handed to you one by one to be passed around, or   on slides, projected onto the wall with the lightest, least garish wallpaper - at least you could see the buggers.  They might have been the dullest least interesting thing in all God's creation but at least you could see them

"Oh, this one's upside down... I'll just have to... help yourself to some more Twigletes..."

Last weekend Merriol and the girls spent two day travelling by train to go to The Harry Potter TM  Making of  Harry Potter TM World Studio Potter TM Tour in London.  They had a great time. Lots of Harry Potter TM stuff to look at and buy.

Gathered around on the sofa the next day I got to see some of these Harry PotterTM delights via the gazzillion photos Merriol'd taken on her spanking new phone- well, I would have done if her thumb wasn't in the way swiping to the next picture, or rotating the screen, or the phone was so angled that all I could see was reflection - if I was lucky.  Sometimes I couldn't even see the phone at all let alone the screen. To be fair that was often Eben getting his bonce in the way as he tried to get a look.  Boy has that kid got a big head!* 

"And here we are at Gringots (whatever that is) again, and here we are with Grubious Penile's costume, and here we are at Dubious Krotchkiss Whumping Wardrobe..."

...and all I can see is a thumb or Number One Son's left ear.

They tell me they had a good time.

  * He's  also got chocolate belly button at the moment - he coloured it in himself, but that's another story.