Watching The Defectives.

Shatner Funk.

2008-01-10T12:27:00.000-08:00

I dare you to not get your funk on to this. This is, without question, the coolest fucking thing I've ever seen.

And yes, this blog will eventually be more than YouTube clips and captioned pictures. I'm a little busy with your mom right now.

It's everywhere, I tell ya.

2008-01-09T10:24:00.000-08:00

"They did WHAT to Spider-Man?!"

2007-12-05T09:32:00.001-08:00

COMICS WRITER BRANDON JERWA JOINS COMICS WAITING ROOM!

Infamous Comic Writer is the Latest Addition to the Comics Columnist Community!

TEMPE, AZ, Tuesday, December 4, 2007-

The Comics Waiting Room (www.comicswaitingroom.com) is proud to announce the addition of comic book writer Brandon Jerwa to the site. Jerwa will be writing a column titled “ANYTHING GOES WITH BRANDON JERWA” for the site and working to find out what’s on the minds of your favorite comic book, TV, and film professionals. Known throughout the industry as one of the funniest and most sarcastic writers currently sitting at the keyboard, he’ll use his sharp wit and conversational skills to get new and entertaining insights about those who feed our weekly habit.

“ANYTHING GOES WITH BRANDON JERWA” opens today with an introductory essay and will get into full swing as the calendar marks 2008. It’ll appear on a bi-weekly to monthly basis, and the column will be archived at www.comicswaitingroom.com/jerwa.html so that anyone who has missed an installment can easily catch up.

Comics Waiting Room owner and Editor-in-Chief Marc Mason had this to say about the addition of Jerwa to the site: “Seeing as how the big galoot is one of my good friends, I had no qualms about guilting him into doing something for the site. Fortunately, his original idea to be the site’s first nude centerfold fell by the wayside, and he came up with this one instead. Still, just to make sure he doesn’t get too cocky, I’ve decided to let my hair grow out and use it to remind him who’s boss. I’m just glad I didn’t have to threaten to withhold sex; his wife Jess writes for the site and she told me if I stopped putting out and she had to do it, she’d quit on me. The things I do to keep my columnists happy!”

About The Comics Waiting Room:

Established by Marc Mason in July 2006, after working for a number of other comics-related websites, The Comics Waiting Room has consistently added new content five to six days a week. The site offers reviews of comics, graphic novels, and media, as well as occasional media and entertainment features. After producing 99.9% of the content himself in the first year, the second year has seen the addition of five new columnists to the site, with more to come!

Contact: Marc Mason

480-720-0756

marc@comicswaitingroom.com

2007-10-19T12:34:00.001-07:00

I think just about sums up how things have been going lately.

2007-09-04T06:37:00.000-07:00

Not only is it the first day of school, but today is also my first day...

...at the gym.

Yes, I'm defying the standard of beauty that has been so clearly set in the comics industry! I don't play by your rules, you pretentious bastards!

Frakkin-A, Bubba.

2007-08-22T12:54:00.000-07:00

BATTLESTAR GALACTICA: SEASON ZERO has been officially expanded from six issues to twelve.

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2007-08-22T12:20:00.000-07:00

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GO SPEND YOUR MONEY ON MY ART

2007-08-20T09:54:00.000-07:00

It's a Very Brandon Jerwa Christmas this Wednesday at your local comic book store...

BATTLESTAR GALACTICA: SEASON ZERO # 1 and HIGHLANDER # 10 are coming out this week, and you can view some five-page previews here:

DYNAMITE FIRST LOOKS AT COMICS CONTINUUM

Come forth and pay tribute to my greatness!

2007-08-14T09:55:00.000-07:00

I'll be appearing at the GRAND OPENING of DRAGON'S REALM COMICS & COLLECTIBLES in Graham, Washington this Saturday, August 18th.

DRAGON'S REALM
21110 Meridian Ave E.
Graham, WA 98338

253.846.6433

This event goes from 11 AM to 7PM and you can save 10% throughout the store all day!

2007-08-11T17:37:00.000-07:00

I was in our local library today, gathering research materials for a historical graphic novel I've been asked to pitch, when Miss Jessica walked over with a familiar book in her hand.

She had been perusing the surprisingly ample (if not slightly dog-eared) trade paperback section with Orion when she found one of my G.I. Joe trades on the shelf.

I have to say, it felt nice. I realize it's probably old hat to most of the pros who might be reading this, but it was a cherry-popping moment for me.

In other news, I have this recurring feeling that a super-hero project is going to come my way very soon. It's probably just wishful thinking, but it's a sensation I just can't seem to shake.

My second post....and it only took a month.

2007-08-07T09:07:00.000-07:00

I should never have committed to this blogging thing. I wanted to be cool like Layman and Peyer, but I ended up looking like your Uncle Dave, whose VCR clock is still flashing 12:00. It's not the technology that's holding me back, though...it's the motivation.

San Diego brought opportunity to my doorstep. Overall, I'd say the forthcoming moves are satisfying but ultimately lateral, at least in terms of forward motion and the ascent up the ladder.

Why won't the stars align and allow me the chance to write a superhero book? I've proven myself time and time again in the world of licensed properties - and I still love them - but here we are, five years in, and I'm still denied the capes.

IDEAL: to write a superhero book from scratch (strong preference towards revamping an existing character from the ground up) and know that I'll have at least 12 issues to make it shine. THAT would be the bee's knees for me. I just know I could knock that shit out of the park...

...but it's certainly not in the cards at this point.

*sigh*

In other news, my creator-owned "real-world anti-terrorism team" project with David Messina is coming along nicely. It's called "The Balance" and I expect to have the initial submission pages written in the next few days. David's already turned in the character designs and I think we've locked down an AMAZING collaborator for the covers. More on all of that soonish...

My first official post. Again.

2007-07-05T13:06:00.000-07:00

The 4th of July event at the Space Needle was fun, all things considered. I do believe, however, that our combined admission price of $97 should have included a chair for my crutch-assisted wife.

Perhaps I expect too much.

I had a strangely horrifying dream last night. Given my almost complete immersion into the world of the fantastic, one might expect my subconscious to conjure up all manner of odd bedtime visions, but that usually isn't the case. More often than not, my weirdest dreams and most frightening nightmares concern events and situations that most people would consider mundane at best.

Go ahead and make your judgments regarding my fear of reality now. I've heard it all before!

So, about that dream...

Facts in evidence, important to the story:

I grew up in Junction City, Kansas and spent no small amount of time in the large, luxurious home of my Aunt Beulah and (now long-deceased) Uncle Jon. I also made several visits to the local radio station, KJCK, located far beyond the edge of town on an otherwise-deserted strip of highway. When my parents divorced, my mother and I would take up residence in an apartment development (several buildings of which were still in-progress when we moved in) on the long road leading from Junction City proper to that long, deserted radio station road. I was 8 then, the same age Orion is now.

Now, on to my experience:

Jess, Orion and I arrived at my Aunt Beulah's house at night after 4th of July festivities. Jess was tired and wanted to stay in the car, so Orion and I went in without her. The woman who welcomed us inside was NOT my Aunt Beulah physically, nor was the man in the familiar old recliner my Uncle Jon, but in the dream I knew them to be those exact people.

We sat around and conversed and later explored the expansive, expensive house just as I did during my childhood. As the visit wore on, my aunt told me that we should probably leave soon, as my "other aunt" was coming, and she and her husband were "fighting again." The couple Beulah referred to were not any known relatives of mine in real life, but again, I knew who she meant in the dream.

As Orion and I beat feet for the door, we found the aunt and uncle in question stepping into the house, loudly arguing with each other and obviously drunk. Orion looked nervous and I wanted no part of it all, so we side-stepped the increasingly violent argument and ran out to the car and our sleeping Jessica.

We drove away quickly, ending up on the road out of town. The apartments I once lived in weren't there, but I made no mention of it. We were enjoying the dark rural road and it's peaceful-but-slightly-creepy ambience. As we approached the slight incline that signaled the last mile before the intersection with radio station road, we could see the glowing light of what appeared to be a fire over the rise.

As we topped the incline, we could see a group of colorfully-dressed people moving rhythmically around a large bonfire. There was a sense of celebration about it, and we assumed it must be 4th of July revelers enjoying themselves half-on and half-off the road.

I slowed the car down to pass the scene, the three of us turning our heads to look and smiling as we drove by...but then we saw it for what it really was:

a sacrifice.

The people around the bonfire were all Marvel Comics villains, and not the big names, either. These were the lesser-known villains like Batroc, the Melter and the Enchantress, just to name a few. This may sound silly, but the dream rendered their garish costumes in frighteningly real-world terms, their leering faces and rictus-grins threatening to penetrate the safety of our tiny Korean car as they turned to face us, the fire still burning high behind them.

Oddly, the Enchantress was seen in costume, but with her breasts exposed. There was no female sexual appeal in this vision; it served only to heighten the panic and drive home the darkness of this ritualistic ceremony. She stepped aside to present the fire to us, our eyes unable to waver from the scene. This was no fire fueled by wood...there were four human bodies burning head-to-toe in the midst of the flames, and these evildoers were merrily dancing around as if in celebration.

All three of us started screaming and I drove away as fast as I could. When their faces persisted in my rear-view-mirror despite the distance, I finally shook myself awake, panting and mumbling incoherently.

If anything, this dream proves that a Burger King chicken sandwich contains at least one hallucinogenic agent at nothing less than a pharmaceutical grade (likely implanted within the half-gallon of mayonnaise that was slathered upon the poor bird) and should never be consumed within one hour of bedtime.