Timony Time

Happy Friday!

Woke up to a lovely surprise in my in-box this morning. Bobby Timony of Night Owls fame has drawn a lovely pin-up of everyone's favorite foreigner from our very first foray into Untrue territory - Camel Tongue:

Thanks buckets and bunches, Bobby! You're the knee of a bee!























Be sure to check out the whole first run of The Night Owls over at Zuda. It's fandambulous fun.

But those twins left us dangling from a cliffhanger - those dirty rats! Can't wait for season two.

Good weekending all!

Thursday. Blah.

Thursday here.

Not much going on. Busy with busy work. Watching my new DVD set of Buffy Season 4. Man, that Riley guy still sucks as bad as I remembered. Not the character so much as the actor. I wonder if Whedon and crew realized what a catastrophic casting choice they made or if they really thought that cat was the bees knees? He really can't do the Whedon-y dialogue. Oh well, at least the bad guy looks like Deathlok.

Here's a scribbly thing.
























If I don't manage to drag my ass into cyberspace tomorrow, have a dandy ol' weekend!

Idears

Got me an idea for a new Untrue Tale the other day. It's taking shape. Coalescing, if you will. I'm feeling pretty pleased with myself.

A concept sketch:























I've actually got quite a few ideas I'm pretty keen on these days. Just not enough time to draw the durn things. Hence, very short blog posts.

Have a goody!

Good Eats

It's Tuesday! Nothing's going on.

Do you like to eat food? I like to eat food.

My favorite kind of food is Indian. I like that Chicken Tandoori, I'll tell ya.
I also like the Asian Fusion. Man, I love me some Ruby Foo. Gotta go there everytime I hit the city.

One thing I miss over here is fried chicken. I used to love Popeye's. Extra Crispy with the onion rings. Kind of a good thing I can't stuff myself with that everyday though. I might eat a Big Mac today. Or a pizza. Or a sandwich. Oh, the possibilities!

Dear God, what an insufferably dull post this is.

Well, now that I've got y'all hungry, here's a sketch to kill that appetite:























Bon Apetit!

New Navel

It's early Monday morning and we've got more trash talk and dubious drink orders on tap with the latest update of Fuzzy F@%?!#& Navel:

Fuzzy...Navel page 4

And just to balance out the testosterone building to overload in our latest episode, a pretty lady:
























Enjoy the end of August!

Tough Times

Psych! It's Friday! Good times.

Eating steak. Drinking red wine. Watching Don't Mess with the Zohan. It's pretty darn funny so far actually. Better than expected. Had to stop in the middle though 'cause my date fell asleep. So there's that. Whaddayagonnado?

Here's a real quickie sketch before the weekend tears us apart:

I'm into tough guys with weapons these days I guess.

Have a good weekend pals and gals.

Dangerous Men and Gold Watches

Okay, so I finished Charlie Huston's A Dangerous Man which brings the Henry Thompson trilogy to an end. I'll just say again how freaking great this series is. I can't recommend it enough.

I also just got done with my "read-on-the-train-book" - a John D. McDonald novel called The Girl, The Gold Watch and Everything. I picked this up pretty randomly at a used bookstore cause I liked the old school cover and the fact that it was an original pulp from the sixties with a 35 cent cover price. Cost me two bucks.
























When I sat down to read it, I realized it was about a guy who inherits a gold watch that can stop time, and there was a tv movie based on this book with Robert Hays (the guy from Airplane) that I saw as a kid and was obsessed by. So this was a neat coinkindink. Anyway, it's a great little book - weird, funny, and suspenseful - and I recommend it too.

On a somewhat related note, I read another book with the same "time-stop" concept a few years back called The Fermata by Nicholson Baker. It's basically the same thing but in this one the guy who can stop time is kind of a pervert. Just let your mind run with that. It's an interesting book if you have a bit of a dirty mind. It's pretty porno though.

Okay, I'm gonna go out and pick up Charlie Huston's vampire series now.

Here's a quick vamp sketch in that vein.



















Har.

Bad Ass Guy

Yello.

Here I am trying to keep up with the sketch of the day here.

So here's a bad guy.























Keep your eyes peeled for this fella and his cohorts in a future tale of the untrue.

That is all.

Bad Ass Books

So I first heard the name Charlie Huston when he was announced as the writer for the new Marvel Moon Knight series with Dave Finch on art. Now I'd never heard of this guy, but I'm a big Finch fan, so I picked the series up. It was underwhelming. Pretty ultraviolence but it didn't really grab me.

So I forgot about Charlie Huston.

Then I started hearing murmurs about the books he had written being pretty darn cool. Apparently he'd written a crime series about vampires. Well, I like me some vampires. Who doesn't?

So I head over to the ol' Barnes and Noble and pick up a little book called Caught Stealing.























I keep waiting for the vampires to show up. They never do. But guess what? I don't give a good goddamn. This book is so fucking great I can't even tell you. This is possibly the best hard-boiled crime novel I've ever read (and I've read a few. Spillane, Lehane, Chandler, Westlake, make room for Huston). So brutal. So hilarious. So completely feasible. The best part is, the main guy, Hank Thompson, is so terribly relatable. He could be me, he could be you, he could be one of my old drinking buddies gone bad. I recognize the way he thinks, the way he talks, the way he acts.

If you like crime novels, or hell, just good books, you owe it to yourself to read this story. And, good news! It's just the first in a trilogy. I just finished the sequel, Six Bad Things, and it's just as good as the first, with maybe even a cooler bunch of supporting characters.
























I'm halfway through the closer, A Dangerous Man, and it continues right along the merry path to glorious hell.























Be warned though, these are not books for the faint of heart. They are dark and brutal things and will make you wince and writhe and feel very glad that you are, in fact, not Henry Thompson.

Oh, yeah. Apparently Charlie Huston did write a book with vampires in it. It's called Almost Dead. That one's next on my list.

Here's a sketch of our boy Hank:

























I think I'm gonna have to reread that Moon Knight series.

Now off to the bookstore with you!

Fuzzy Monday

Another Monday. Another week.

Another page of Fuzzy Fucking Navel staggers its way onto the internet:

Fuzzy Fucking Navel page 3

And, true to my word, here's some sketches for a little something I've got in the works:
















Have a good workweek kickoff!

Sketch it up

Okay, I'm gonna try to make with the sketches on a regular basis again from here on out. We'll see how it goes.

We'll kick off with some Untrue Tales concept sketches I've got laying around and cluttering up the place: 

Check back on Sunday for a new Fuzzy F@&%$#' Navel page. 

Have a good weekend!

Blogged down

Yeah, I totally suck at blogging. I'm very busy and very lazy. An unfortunate combination. So now I feel guilty for not keeping up on my blog that three guys read occasionally. I feel I'm letting those three guys down.

So I'll blog about some stuff. Right here and now. 

Blog. Blog. Blog. 

Bloggety blog.

Say, have you seen that new Batman movie? I finally saw it the other night and you know what? It's pretty much just as good as everybody says it is. It's really pretty darn great. I wasn't quite as in love with Batman Begins as a lot of people were, so my expectations were kinda low. I was already leery of the whole "Batman growly voice" but for some reason it didn't bug me so much this time. Sure, Batman still looks kinda silly when brightly lit, but I really bought into it this time. And Heath Ledger is indeed awesome as the Joker. Not Oscar awesome, maybe. His performance is great, but y'know, I don't think it's really a difficult part for an actor to play. Anyway, it's a great Batman movie. I've heard some loose talk about it being Godfather part II levels of great, but that's kinda ridiculous. It's Iron Man levels of great and that's great enough for me.

Since I'm wasting time with useless nonsense here's a list of my top ten personal favorite comic book action movies. I'm putting the "action" disclaimer ther 'cause I'm not including brilliant movies like American Splendor and Ghost World on this list, 'cause really, what kind of nut wants to compare those to Daredevil?

1. X-Men 2

I love this movie with a pure geek heart. Chock full of shiver-inducing nerd moments from the Nightcrawler opening to the Phoenix shadow on the lake. 

2. X-Men 3

I don't understand the venom directed at this movie. This is only a hair less great than X2.

3. Sin City (The Marv part)

The parts of the movie without Mickey Rourke in it are merely OK. The parts with Mickey Rourke are more awesome than my balls.

4 & 5. Iron Man and The Dark Knight

These are both equally great. Robert Downey Jr is cooler than Christian Bale, but Heath Ledger is a way cooler villain than Jeff Bridges (although I actually thought Jeff Bridges was pretty cool).

6. X-Men

I just like the X-Men I guess. 

7. 300

I like it when the guys kill the other guys.

8. Spider-Man 2

I remember this as being pretty cool. I need to watch it again to wash the bad taste of Spidey 3 out of my brain.

9. The first hour of Spider-Man

It approaches perfection... and then Macy Gray and that stupid Power Ranger show up and ruin everything.

10. Fantastic Four

I enjoyed the heck out of it. Even waxen Jessica Alba and a terribly miscast and mischaracterized Dr. Doom didn't ruin it for me. The Thing is awesome.

So there you have it. My useless opinion about untimely things already discussed elsewhere by more eloquent discussers.

Here's  some slightly more useful information:

Avoid Mamma Mia like the plague. It is god fucking awful. And I'm a guy who likes a good musical. Moulin Rouge? Awesome. Across the Universe? Keen. Grease? Classic.

Mamma Mia? Unwatchable. Don't waste your time. Okay, there's two good songs with Meryl Streep and Pierce Brosnan, but you can probably catch those by theselves on YouTube sometime if you really feel the need.

Okay, that's it. I'm rambled out.

Here's a sketch of the Joker since he was mentioned in all the ramdambling somewhere:

Bye.

What's another word for hairy bellybutton?

Kee-rect! Page 2 of Fuzzy F*&%$#@g Navel is up:

Page 2

Oh, I've been a bad blogger this week. Keeping my counsel, crouching in my corner, shrouded in silence. What can I say? Not a whole lot on my mind. I'm mostly sleepy. The grand ideas escape me.

OK, the truth is I've been playing the Ultimate Spider-Man videogame. I'm mister behind-the-times and never had a system that would play it until now and it has consumed my life. Oh the fun! It's like actually being Spider-Man. An unbelievably cool game. I'm nearly done with it though, so hopefully I will emerge from my video cocoon a better man.

Randomness:




Lay-tah!

Dudesday

Hidey ho, hidey hey. Ain't got much to say. Well, maybe a little.

The new Zuda contest is up and my pick for the month is Vic Boone by Kidgloves, J.W. and dash. This initially caught my eye 'cause I recognized Kidgloves from the Zuda boards and was interested to see what he had to bring to the party. I'm happy to report that the Kid and his cohorts brought drinks and funny hats for everyone.

Vic Boone looks slick (and a lot like Lee Marvin) and reads like a dream. The art reminds me a bit of Darwyn Cooke and the writing's like a tongue in cheek pulp novel that smacks you in the kisser and makes you say "thankyousirmayIhaveanother". Not a dull moment. This is good stuff, people. Check it out.


http://www.zudacomics.com/node/477

And just so you don't think I'm slacking (although I really kinda am anyway) here's a sketch:























Later for you.

....aaaaaand we're back

Good August, personages!

Back from vacation and and clam-happy ready to go. So we got clobbered once again over at Zuda but remain uncowed. Untrue Tales will continue as per usual and this week we kick things off with a visit to the bar in a little ditty charmingly entitled Fuzzy Fucking Navel.

In this tale we finally get up close and personal with the oft alluded to Licks Destiny. 

That's him there.

Oh, one eensy little change in the Untrue Tales update schedule. I'm kicking up my feet and moving to a once a week update schedule. Life just keeps getting in the way around here so I need to give myself a bit more breathing room. Check in on Sundays for the new pages from here on in.

Have a good ol' week!