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Fri, Aug 22 - No!
So very sleepy! Must not wimp out on update! Must provide cartoon!  Not Enough! Must provide more! Even if it's merely a link to a bunch of posters that combine the Dungeons and Dragons moral duo-axes ethos of lawfulness and goodness with comic-book figures at some site calling itself mightygodking. Oh Yeah! Some folks have attempted or even succeeded in buying  from ComixPress. I'd just like to here note that after discussing the issue with them it is now possible to buy the book and have it shipped to you in Canada for less than $10. Now it's, like, $3 or $4ish! I'm a-Bear Called Jer-e-my And why not kick it for one minute and twenty-seven seconds with one of my oldest friends? Fri, Aug 15 - Whatever I Think Up I imagine I'll throw some text down here like so, and then bam!  Buy Pamplemousse Sorry it's taken me this long to get my own self organized, but took this long it did. But the taking is done and now it's time for the getting. So now, please enjoy (and buy) Pamplemousse Buy! Buy! Buy! It's funny! There's stuff in it! Thu, Aug 7 - Gone Again I'd known that I was going back to Edmonton for Animethon, but I hadn't quite realized it was so close to Comic-Con. As in, like, the week after. So I'm a bit frazzled trying to get all my con gear back up and ready to go on such seemingly short notice. Barely time to pack --again!-- and write lists of things to remember --AGAIN!-- while still ensuring my eternal duty goes not undone.  Random Sentimentality Just before I departed for Comic-Con --what was it, eons ago?-- a reader e-mailed me this link to something I'm sure all if not most of you have seen before. But I hadn't and I must here confess it moved me, soft-hearted goober that I am. Perhaps it will you too. Try it! Fri, Aug 1 - Ahh Gods Lordy, it's tiring. Tiring to do the Con. Gratifying also, but man, work. But as Batman: Gotham Knight teaches us, if you're not working through pain, you're likely not working at all.  Con Debrief I wish I had more to say about the Con this year but I spent it all attached, leechlike, to my table nursing early and persistent pedal blisters brought on by the hellish 9-to-7 Exhibitor Hall hours. Not once did I ascend to the main floor of the convention center, nor even a single time brave the daylong lines to see a panel -- not even for Futurama! It had become clear early on, even before Saturday, that seeing panels involved commitment, deep hours-to-days-long commitment I could not in good conscience give. Watchmen panel? Missed it. Seeing megathrob Carla Gugino in human person? Went undone. Actually getting out onto the Con floor to pick up goodies? Delayed until 4 pm on Sunday such that I ended up not returning to my table at 4:30 as my note promised. To those who waited for me then in vain, I apologize. Still, good times wound their ways into my lightcone. I had the privilege of *almost* seeing Captain Sisko and Commander (surely also Captain by now) Riker sing a drunken duet in my hotel's bar, merely glimpsing the pair at the door before Riker departed as Sisko/Brooks remained, gloriously and drunkenly white-shirted, to sing a few more rounds. Bizarrely, that particular gathering was a confluence of Starfleet officerhood and webcomix excellence, featuring in the same room the aforementioned space heroes as well as one Jerry Holkins of Penny Arcade, one Randal Munroe of XKCD, one Randy Milholland of Something Positive and one Nicholas Gurewitch of Perry Bible Fellowship. And me, I suppose. I was at best half-there, bitching my mind out as I was at the hotel staff for having destroyed my bidis in a thoughtless act of housekeeping, the drink barely scratching the surface of my rage. Ah, the Con. Thanks for all who showed up, bought books, entered contests and shared another brilliantly phantasmagorical San Diego experience in this, the year of our Lord twenty hundreds and eight! Let's do it again! Wed, July 23 - Whoof! Tumurruh's the day, folks, by which I mean today, Wednesday, whereby the time you're likely reading this I'll be either transiting or arrived in San Diego for San Diego Comic-Con Oh-Eight! Full wildness! I probly shouldn't've but did anyway get a bit drunk this (last) evening to watch Top Gear, a show so witty and effervescent and British it makes me feel a surge of English pride even though I have to go back beyond my great-grandparents to dig up my mainline Brit/glish heritage... or is that ethnicity? Likely both. So, quicklike, here's this week's cartoon, a pair of days early:  KHAAAAAAAAAAN! By which I mean Con, as in San Diego Comic. I'll be in the Small Press Section, K16, Aisle 1400, selling mad copies of the brand new Bobber, Pamplemousse, to what I hope and carelessly assume will be throngs, no flocks, no torrents of humanity eager to check that shit out. Be among them! Gork! Last-minute packin'. Early-mornin' wakin'-upness! I'm on it! I must be on it! July 18 - Nanton It's where I'm goin' this weekend, there to attend the wedding of longtime ally and Pamplemousse contributor Darren Zenko. Should be a wild one. Damn it if I can't get some Dark Knight-seein' in there as well. There's packing and odd ends of gettin' ready for Comic-Con, so I'm just gonna fire this cartoon off and get back to it.  Oh, and I just quickly wanted to mention to Con-goers that I'll be in the Small Press Area, K16, Aisle 1400. Do it! Oh, yeah And I guess the Watchmen trailer is out. Zany! I got big big doubts about this movie but I won't deny it's neet to see those figures movin' around. Knowing the book I know where all the images come from, but I wonder what someone who hadn't read it would make of it all. A cheap-lookin' superhero movie with a glowy blue guy? I dunno. July 11 - Helboy Ariseth Man, lemme tell you, last week was crazy, I mean we got so drunk, and the syrup and it was all rockety and Davros was there and... um... what did I do last week, again? Oh, right, right... went back to Edmonton on a lark. And lark it was! This week, though, this week is an entirely different lifeform. Tasks must be done, shirts bought for weddings and object corralled into existence and projected to San Diego. No time for frivolous drinking, expensive partying, eye to remain fixed on ball for next fortnight. So, cartoon, and then to the moving of things.  The Boy of Hell It was a pleasant surprise to have Helloby II sneak up on me this weekend. I knew it was coming but I hadn't made a point of the date. Suddenly a television told me I could see it this Friday. This Friday? Impossible. And yet, like so many other things, it's happening. I've only just recently discovered a real yen for it, a "Yeah, Hellboy II's comin' up... Y'know, it's probably gonna be pretty good!" kinda thing, so I'm comfortably ready to see Del Toro and Perlman do their things. So Remember San Diego Comic-Con's comin' up in less than two weeks, folks, Wednesday July 23. It'll be the first and only place to buy the exciting new sixth Bob the Angry Flower book, Bob the Angry Flower: Pamplemousse featuring such extraordinaries as - pages, numbering over one hundred and fifty - cartoons, many hilarious, featured on those same pages - the astonishing Dramatis Personae section, revealing secret details of longtime Bob beings - annotations, revealing secret details of longtime Bob creators - a foreword so mad no mind can escape it untouched by Desert Peach and Stinz creator Donna Barr and - other things! So git git git yerself on down to Comic-Con if'n y'get a chance! July 4 - Made it Whew. July. Never saw that one coming. Baffling. Not sporting at all, I'd say. Speaking of unsporting,  Flims Saw a few recently. WALL*E, of course, is gorgeous; it's not so much a movie as 139,680 posters organized sequentially through time. The empty earth is all browns and dust, and the spaceship has the slick, Apple-y look of Syndrome's coolass shit in The Incredibles. It is, as Stephanie Zacharek of Salon pointed out, a melancholy movie, more disquieting in tone, bending further over backwards to get to the happy ending than you'd expect. If only the little bastard didn't look so much like Lovebot! Wanted was as advertised, cocky, preposterous action. Some fun. I wasn't sure what I made of James McAvoy as the dude until the very last line of dialogue; then it clicked for me. And then, dammit, Hancock. This reviewer pretty much nails the big problems, but I just wanted to add that it had some of the most spastic camera work I've seen in some time. Cloverfield had nothing on it. At least in Cloverfield with the shakey handheld camera thing, the guy holding the camera would make some kind of effort to hold it sort of still when he was actually trying to record something. With Hancock, there are all these reaaaally tight closeups that look like theyve been shot from 100 yards away through a zoom lens. I guess it was supposed to look "edgy" and "real," but it ended up looking "annoying" and "jittery as fuck." And then, yeah, don't even get me started on the mythology or the logic of it. I mean, it's s superhero movie, right? Or a superhero parody movie? So how can you complain about leaps of logic when you've got a dude who can fly, right? But flying drunks are frickin' Boolean compared to the contradictions and incoherencies of Charlize Theron's character's motivations. I'm not talking about plot logic here, I'm talking about emotional common sense. No. Seriously. Don't get me started. Fri, Jun 26 - I Can't Decide Honestly. It's down to the wire -- far past due, really-- and I still haven't made the decision: of Wall-E and Wanted, both opening this weekend, which do I see first? Wall-E looks like its got that Pixar quality stink all over it, but the cars and bullets are gonna be humping each other backwards in slo motion in Wanted. Can't I watch them both at the same time? WHY DO I HAVE TO CHOOSE????  Pamplealmost I'm practically chewing my own fingers off in nervous anticipation of the proof of this damn book. C'MON! Let's DO THIS! Gotta get this thing printed AND mailed in, like, TWO WEEKS! Yelling in all caps on my web site is SURE TO BRING THIS ABOUT! Replayriffic Whew, been a while since I posted a Peggle replay, but here's one. Checkest it thou out. Jun 20 - Don't Post Angry It's a bad habit. It shouldn't even become a habit, I shouldn't do it even once. Who does it help? Myself? My readers? God? Where's the benefit? Sure, I get to spew all my furious thoughts onto some HTML then to be delivered to the open eyes of anybody who cares to read. But what is gained? Sure, it feels good to spew, and there's something about spewing that makes it feel even better the more people get spewed on. But what does it have to do with the work, the actual job getting done? Right. Nothing. So, the cartoon  Hulkness, Incredibleness A reason I'm angry is that I didn't like The Incredible Hulk. But I feel like it's my fault for not liking it. I wonder if I was just spoiled and pissed during the show, dead to coolness and attentive to fault. When the movie was over, I unbelievingly confessed to myself and others that I liked the Ang Lee version better. It came as a shock. I'd condemned the Ang Lee movie before for reasons that now look like utter folly, but after watching The Incredible Hulk I found myself missing Lee's Hulk's greenness, the strange long shots and variety of visions that made Lee's Hulk feel actual in his best moments, Hulk ripping off that turret, holding it up as a shield against a tankshot, getting blasted off the tank and dropping the 10-ton turrent on himself, that's gotta hurt, and indeed in the next shot he's getting up and it did hurt, but he comes back and bashes. The Incredible Hulk's Hulk is more finely rendered, and greyer, but he's not the Grey Hulk. He's an infintely stronger version of the TV series Hulk, Ferrigno's cabinet-tossing wordless brute finally given the raw Incredible strength and power of comics Hulk. Which... is.. cool... and yet I didn't feel it. I should probably watch it again. Must stay calm. Must... not... explode... in... raaaAAAAAAAAGGGGGGE! GRAAAAHHHHH!!!!! NOTLEY SMASH!!! WHY MOVIE NOT LIKE??? FUUUARRRRUUUUCK! Wait... what time is it? Jesus, really? One a.m.? No time for smashing. PopStrip to color tomorrow, and levels! Must sleep! So remember, everybody, anger is a good, purifying emotion! Let that shit out! Else you'll become... a HULK. Fri, Jun 12 -- I Shan't Shrug Okay, let's work. First, the strip.  Articles of Awesome Second off I just wanna take a coupla seconds to address folks' attention to Dennis Kucinich's super awesome Articles of Impeachment, delivered Wednesday, June 10, 2008, against one George Bush, known currently as the President of the United States of America. There are lots of articles, perhaps too many if you want to really take them all seriously. I heartily recommend examining not only the titles of the articles but the supporting quotes also, arguments and info and citations of each following the broad overview. It may be self-defeating to list so many, in that any one or two or few can be challenged on their merits and dismissed, leading to total dismissal. But can all be dismissed? Truthfully, may any be dismissed? Read and decide. Shrugging I admit it. I'm reading Ayn Rand's Atlas Shrugged. Why? A colleague at work gave me shit for mocking the book when I hadn't read it. My only, inadequte defense was that I'd read a screenplay based on the book, but that was not enough to justify myself. I'm reading it now and I will confess I'm enjoying it. I'm liking its plot-drivenness, its host of characters who get straight to the point. I'm reading it as a book, evaluating its entertainment. I'm also taking mental notes on its political philosophy but I'm intending to refrain on a summary judgment until I'm actually done. This far in I feel as though my original strip contained much that was facile and unfair. Dagny knows how to cook and Rearden really did make his own metal, as opposed to only paying people to create it. Also, Francisco d'Anconia probably shouldn't have been blonde. I'm halfway through so I don't wanna go on too much, but I will say that it's affecting me. I'm finding truths in it. I suspect once I'm done I will be compelled to do a follow-up strip. Stay tuned. Fri, June 6 - Brief It's what I'm gonna be this week, folks: brief. Not because I'm ill or injured, but because I am very, very sleepy. Hell --throw a couple more veries on there. I'm super very tired. But with good reason, for last night I got the full interior of Pamplemousse, every page, and went over it p by p with my most trusted layout dude, Dwayne Martineau. I feel strongly that all y'all will be pleased with the results. It's actually looking like a rather cool book. But the toll was taken, I'm tired and want to go to bed, so I'll leave you with this "insightful" cartoon.  Fri, May 30 - Not in a Good Way Earlier this evening it was my privilege to hear someone tell a story about seeing a dog's penis which was huge and bloated, evidently "not in a good way." I don't know the good way a dog-dick can be huge and bloated, but I took it to heart. It's an important story and I think we can all learn a lot. In sharp contrast to the worthiness and universal appeal of the above story, I have a cartoon for y'all. 
Fri, May 23 - Throw Me the Whip Oh, you don't have a whip? Or do you simply refuse to throw it me? Well, I can't control you. I won't control you. Keep the whip if such is your wish. Anyway, another strip this week, another instance of Bob's Bible Tales, a little old school action, and by school I mean Testament. Grab your whip and prepare yourself for  Skulls of Crystal Dealt With By Indiana Jones I never wanted another Indy movie. There is a long list of movies I want more, a list bulging with classic and personal favorite sci-fi books, comic book storylines and original material for the screen, a list to which I could continue to add eternally before I would have said, "Okay, enough, after all these get made, sure, make another Indy movie." Not that I hate the films; not at all. I simply felt that we'd had plenty already and the time, energy and talent to make another would be better used elsewhere. Turns out my frame of mind was a good one in which to see the new Indy movie. There are fun gags and nice moments, and it skates along well enough that I didn't start to get fidgety as I do in the truly bad and boring movies. With no long-standing desire, no hole that needed filling, I was able to nod and smile and casually enjoy being around Indiana Jones again without being controlled by disappointment, angered by failure, wincing at every missed opportunity and groaning at everything they did differently from the way I would have done it. I didn't have to spend my movie-watching experience holding it up to the other Indy movies and finding it wanting. No, that was for after. Once the movie's finished it's hard to resist attacking it, regaling fellow Indy-watchers with its absurdities and incoherencies. It's easily the least of the Indy movies. No part of it is better than any part of the original films. Awe is absent. The end is bogus. But now I feel like I'm just being mean. I had a fun enough time that I can't get mad at its crappiness. And I suspect it will offer much enjoyment in future considerations and arguments and debates about just how it fails where the other movies succeeded. Its very suckiness will increase our knowledge and appreciation of the earlier films. So for that I'm grateful. Welcome to the Indy Movie family, Indy 4! May 16 - Really I'd like to go on and on in this update, just babble for paragraphs and paragraphs on really meaty subjects and things, maybe even submit a movie review or two --Iron Man and Speed Racer, enjoyable both-- but here's the thing. I just got the Essential Incredible Hulk, and I 've just turned to a page that announces that the Hulk is about to battle "The Gladiator from Outer Space." Furthermore, the final three panels of the facing page say, in order, "I-" "AM-" "MONGU!" So you see I must find out what happens next. Therefore, this week's cartoon.  July no wait May... May 9 - Urg What time is it? 2:07 am???!!?!! Jesuses! Gotta do an update! Right, okay, yes, focus, you know how to do this, you just throw the strip gif down like  and that's the update. But And Yet! Received word about an old character, one Bijan by name, who hit the headlines last week with contorted tales of Effortless Prosperity. oDd, that. Totally Forgot I wanted to put up this tempy back cover to assuage.  Earlier Updates Interested in earlier updates? Here they are!
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