TBBR p.3-6

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(See previous post for pages 1-3 of "The Bug's Big Role.")

Hiatus Interruptus

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Starting another "GoldBug" adventure... (in glorious Green-O-VisionTM)

Wolfie - 8

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Wow those are some harsh acid colors, aren't they... Oh well, that's comics for ya! 

 

Super Lucky Bonus Chip Kidd Style Blow-up panel:

Wolfie - 7

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I Know It's Only Propaganda But I Like It, Like It, Yes, I Do

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Some people seem to think it's not propaganda if they agree with it: "The media that pushes MY views and agenda is created by sincere, well-meaning people of great integrity. The media pushing THEIR views and agenda is transparent propaganda created by hacks and tools of [name of hated entity]."

For instance, global warming doomsayers tell us they are fearful of

Lurid Pulp Lures Eyeballs?

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Art by HJ Ward

Interesting that among the most viewed posts of the past year (according to Blogger's widget, see side bar at left) are two drawings I did under the influence of old pulp magazine covers (penciled by me, inked by a fellow cartoonist who doesn't want his name on them).

I don't know if that represents actual interest in lurid pulp art, or something else... since nobody (except the infamous Charles Mosteller) actually comments. I don't think those drawings even got any comments when I posted them at DigitalWebbing (a comic art forum). People are LOOKING at them here, but are too shy to say anything (good or bad) about them. Maybe they're just thinking, "Jeez, what a creep!" and then clicking back over to FacialTissueBook.

That stuff used to be all over the drugstore stands though, judging by the residual coffee table art books we've been left with. (How do you like that little transition by the way? From

A Venerable Gentleman I Happen to Know Gives Us His Thoughts on Some Important Matters

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"Most men (and some women)," said my ancient friend Colonel Poddleswot one day at the club, "should own a Library. We hear occasional laments for the loss of the manly arts: changing a tire, building a deck, holding at bay a den of black mambas. Yet who will speak for the 'manly' custom of owning a fair-sized library?"

"Indeed," said I, slipping into Poddleswot's City of London manner despite myself. "But books, you