Hail Satan!

Last post of the year, and it's another of my fan-boy indulgences. I'll probably throw up one more of these next year, and then it's back to some comics.
Hope everybody out there has a Happy New Year!

Fill Your Boots!

Another one of my cover homages, this time a homage to Swamp Thing #9 by the great Bernie Wrightson, only with Man-Thing swapped out for Swamp -Thing, seemed like a natural.

I met Wrightson at an industry party during the 1994 (I think) Chicago Comics Con, He was cordial, but as soon as he realized I was just another fan,  and no one of importance, he left like I had dropped a bad fart. I don't blame him, he'd spent the day talking to fawning fanboys, and was probably at the party looking to make some valuable connections. If I was him I would have probably done the same thing. It was nice to meet one of the Masters of Comics Art though, and express my appreciation for his work. There are far too many that I didn't get a chance to thank for the entertainment and inspiration they gave me over my life, and that's a damn shame

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Merry Christmas!

In an effort to keep adding crap regularly to this blog I'm posting another of my Marvel cover homages. This time I threw one together based on those 25th anniversary covers they did some years back.
There's a ton of stuff in my drawings I'd like to re-do every time I'm finished, but you gotta let shit go and move on to the next one or never finish anything. So here it is.

X-MEN #133 Cover

X-men #133 was one of my favourite comics as a kid. I still remember waiting anxiously for it to hit the spinner rack at my local Stedmans, stopping in every day on my way home from school to make sure I didn't miss it. When it finally arrived there was no way it could live up to my expectations, but in spite of that, I thought it was awesome and re-read it dozens of times. I wish I could summon up that much enthusiasm for a current Marvel offering, but as they say, the Golden Age of comics is twelve. Ah well.

At any rate this fake cover is a homage to a much loved comic of my youth. Hope you like it.

The Countdown Is On!

Yup, Christmas time is almost upon us. At this point the blood is in the water, and in a couple of days it'll be a full-on frenzy. Love it or hate it, it's game on! and all you can do is strap on an ugly sweater and play along, or hunker down with a generous supply of booze and watch some action movies.

No matter how you decide to play it, don't forget to take a breather now and again, this thing's a marathon, not a sprint. So relax, take a minute, and shove some more of my comics in your eyeholes! Oh, and if anybody's wondering, I need some socks.

Cheers!

Peanots

Based on a True Story

There's A War On!

As some of you may know, every year around this time we celebrate a little something called Christmas. Now, maybe you don't, maybe you celebrate something else, and that's okay! Permission granted. But as a God fearing Atheist, I do my best to uphold the Traditions laid down by my Forefathers. The ones I enjoy anyway. These include decorating the house, both inside and out in a festive manner befitting the season. Here in the Great White North almost everybody gets into the holiday spirit, tarting up their houses with all manner of lights and inflatable do-dads and whatsits, it's almost like some passive-aggressive competition in these parts.

And then there's this.

 
For the past five years or so this Christmas abomination was secured to a post and prominently displayed on a neighborhood lawn not far from my house. Every time my kids and I drove by we would marvel at just how shitty this decoration looked. With it's empty plastic body sagging in the wind, it's dirty beard, missing hand, and empty eye sockets, it would appear as early as November and often hang around until April.
It became lovingly know as "Bulimic Santa" and it's pathetic presence was a sign that Christmas was once again on it's way. We often wondered about the mental state of the person who took the time to erect this tragedy year in and year out, and eventually decided it was an ironic joke. Maybe intended to piss off a fussy neighbor or a nagging wife. Maybe it was some sort political statement about Christmas and its crass commercialism and overindulgence while so many starved worldwide.
We'll never know. Last year about two weeks before Christmas a strange thing happened, Bulimic Santa fattened up. For the first time in all his years as a local fixture he looked the part of a proper Santa. His missing hand was back, his beard and face cleaner, and his body filled out to jolly rotund proportions. It was fucking weird. What did it mean?
He disappeared some time between Christmas and New Years last year, and was never seen again.
Many times this year we have driven past that house hoping to catch a glimpse of him only to be disappointed. In a World of expensive and extravagant Christmas displays He stood out. His bedraggled appearance reminded us that not everyone was enjoying a time of plenty, that in spite of all the Christmas cheer the world was still a sad and lonely place for some people. He reminded us that you don't have to be perfect. He reminded us what it is to be human.
Was it all just a joke? Some strange piece of performance art? Only mysteries and memories remain. So long Bulimic Santa, you will be missed

B.Y.O.B.

Hey, you made it! Welcome to my little corner of the Web. As someone who lives on the cutting edge of everything cool, I've decided to create a Blog in an effort to spread my wit and wisdom to the yearning masses. Here, you can crack open a beer, put your feet up, and enjoy some comics and comments by your old buddy Pappy!
You don't even have to be wearing pants, I'm not. Pants are what comes between you and scratching that itch, know what I mean? Sure they're fine for all those fancy Wall Street types, but fuck those guys! Around here we do what regular guys do, and sometimes that includes not wearing pants.
Now before we get started, a few ground rules to be observed:
Rule #1 - Expect spelling errors, bad punctuation, and grammatical travesties. I'm not some high-minded literary elitist! Around here we're just regular folk, and regular folk make mistakes. Not too many though, cause then you're a fuck-up, and nobody likes a fuck-up, I'm looking at you, guy who chose a career in Retail Management.
Rule#2 - Expect to be offended. Sooner or later I say or do something to piss off just about anybody or everybody and that's okay, you have a right to be offended by stuff that offends you, just don't expect me to give a shit.
Rule#3 - Is not really a rule. Feel free to leave comments and heap praise upon me, I eat that shit up! Also, Ladies I am considering accepting Groupies for the 2017 season, leave a photo, and tell me why I should consider you for the position.
Well, that's about it. Now how about some comics?