Sin City “She smells like angels ought to smell…. The perfect woman.
“She smells like angels ought to smell. … The perfect woman. The goddess. Goldie.”
-Marv, Sin City
Well, we’re on the theme of comics, so we might as well talk about Sin City.
Author: elvis
Don’t try this at home.
Flaming shot gone horribly wrong. (Tip o’ the hat to RedSugar Muse for this one)Don’ttry this at home.
Flaming shot gone horribly wrong.
(Tip o’ the hat to RedSugar Muse for this one)
Stan Lee gets his Due
Cartoonist Lee Reaches Deal With MarvelI don’t have many personal heros. I’m pretty much over the whole idea of hero worship.Maybe a few musicians.
Cartoonist Lee Reaches Deal With Marvel
I don’t have many personal heros. I’m pretty much over the whole idea of hero worship.
Maybe a few musicians. That’s about it.
And Stan Lee.
Daddy don’t live in that New York City No More
Daddy don’t live in that New York City No more
Daddy don’t live in that New York City
No more
Star Wars Tattoos
All I can say is, wow.
Massive archive of Star Wars tattoos.
All I can say is, wow.
Um. Thanks, or something, to BoingBoing.
Ray’s Ink
That Ray, he’s got some nice ink.Can’t wait to see it done.
That Ray, he’s got some nice ink.
Can’t wait to see it done.
I hate quizzes
Have I mentioned how much I hate on-line quizes?
Have I mentioned how much I hate on-line quizzes?
…but nobody’s home
Thanks to the lovely and talented Miz Lemay by adding mirth to my morning:A guy goes to the doctor…. You need a psychiatrist.””I was on the way to the psychiatrist,” says the guy.
Thanks to the lovely and talented Miz Lemay by adding mirth to my morning:
A guy goes to the doctor. “Doctor,” he says. “I need your help. I think I’m a moth.”
“I can’t help you, ” says the doctor. “I’m just a general practitioner. You need a psychiatrist.”
“I was on the way to the psychiatrist,” says the guy. “But then I saw your light was on.”
a mysterious malevolent harridan
I just want to thank Waiter Rant for putting the phrase mysterious malevolent harridan in my head. Delightful.
I just want to thank Waiter Rant for putting the phrase mysterious malevolent harridan in my head. Delightful.
Promise to Myself
Once again, I read Buck Daruma’s journal, and he makes me see myself…. Not email, not blog entries, not stuff that has to be good or that has to be for publishing.Just write.
Once again, I read Buck Daruma’s journal, and he makes me see myself.
So here’s a promise I make myself — every day, starting today, I will write. Not email, not blog entries, not stuff that has to be good or that has to be for publishing.
Just write. Just fucking write.
I need to do it. I’ve stopped writing completely. The last thing I finished was my Bad Santa story, and before that, almost nothing for months. I stop when I don’t have ideas that are good enough, when I don’t feel completely inspired.
I keep waiting for a bolt of of the blue, and it’s not coming. I just need to get down and get my hands dirty.
So. Every day. Even if it’s thrown away. Even if it’s only a paragraph. Even if it’s crap and I hate it.
I must do it. I must.