Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Frakkin-A, Bubba.
BATTLESTAR GALACTICA: SEASON ZERO has been officially expanded from six issues to twelve.
Monday, August 20, 2007
GO SPEND YOUR MONEY ON MY ART
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
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
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Come forth and pay tribute to my greatness!
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!
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!
Saturday, August 11, 2007
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.
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.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
My second post....and it only took a month.
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...
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...
Thursday, July 5, 2007
My first official post. Again.
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.
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.
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