| | Well, we've got another one for the Colorado Crazies. Apparently, this gent had to travel all the way out of state before he made the rest of us look bad.
Scott Clark, while staying at a Embassy Hotel in Minnesota, decided it was a good idea to decapitate a duck in the lobby.
Yes, you read that right.
Being a rather swanky place, the hotel has a number of tame ducks that roam the atrium. After some serious drinking, Scott cornered one of said ducks and ripped its head off. He then explained to onlookers that he was hungry and took the body of the dead duck up to his room. Whether or not he actually ate any of it isn't mentioned in the police report. It does mention that he told the arresting officers he was a federal "agent" and would have their jobs when all was said and done. Perhaps most disturbing of all, Clark is an employee of the U.S. Health and Human Services. Apparently, there's no need to be human to work in that department.
No, I'm not shitting you.
In better news, Page Two of The Reckoners is up. Enjoy. |
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| Angry at being called a "petty and cruel dictator" President Mahmoud Ahmadinejad of Iran reacts by acting like a petty, cruel dictator. State run television in Iran calls the insult, "Zionists' propaganda against Iran." Bollinger, the man who made the statement, isn't Jewish and has never been to Israel, so it's hard to say how he ended up as a puppet of the state.
Page Seven of Mirror Man is up. And for no good reason, here's a picture of an adorable rhino. | |
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| So no shit, there we were, at the end of the eight month in the seventh year of the new millennium, our government lost a nuclear weapon. Now normally if a nuclear weapon is lost, it's in an aircraft crash. While that may sound alarming, the truth is that you can drop a nuclear missile from near orbit into a burning lake of gasoline and that sucker isn't going to go off. Most likely, it won't even crack. However, in this case, the missiles (thought to be dummies) were mistakenly loaded with actual warheads and then flown across the country. While the warheads were relatively safe the entire time, if they had been a part of a test fire of the missiles I honestly don't know what would have happened. Something bad, I am somewhat certain.
Incidents like this underscore the fragility of modern life. While the Cold War, an era of two giants pointing nuclear shotguns at one another, is over, the chances of a nuclear showdown, even if just by accident, remain frighteningly high. The only possible upside I can take from this is that Boulder's location, close to both the Air Force Academy and a former nuclear weapons production facility, pretty much guarantees that it will be a first strike target in the event of a nuclear exchange. How's that good news? While I may enjoy penning the occasional post-apocalyptic tale, I don't have any interest in living in one.
The inked version of Page One of The Reckoners is up. Despite now freezing his fingers off in Stockholm, Gabriel Araya is doing a great job. |
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| Given the current state of ethics in our culture, Dr. Seuss really should have written a book entitled, Oh, the Things You'll Do to Get Ahead. Then again, maybe it's all just history repeating itself. Is the back dating of share options of today and worse than the price fixing of the robber barons? Is WMD mess of the current administration any different than the Tonkin Bay fiasco of the Johnson administration? Is a man willing to steal a lobster to get ahead in his restaurant career any different than…
Wait a minute – that last one's new. As is Johnny Hiro a refreshingly disarming book that mixes comedy and impossible action sequences into a fun, romantic tale. There's a review up for it in the reading section that you should check out. Skip the first paragraph, though, as I cribbed it for the opening paragraph here.
Also this week, James L. White, the screenwriter for Ray and the recent BOOM! Studios book, Hunter's Moon took the time to sit down and do an interview. You can read about his take on movies, comics and writing over at Silver Bullet Comic Books.
In weirder news, like something out of an H.P. Lovecraft story, a meteorite struck in a remote section of the Andes. Once earthbound it emitted noxious fumes causing over 600 people to become nauseous, forcing them away from the fallen celestial rock. Despite the fact that this happened on the 18th, no one has been able to explain why these people became sick. Here's an picture of the impact crater. | | Kind of anti-climatic, isn't it? |
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| This picture was taken yesterday very near where I ski. | | What does this mean to you? Probably nothing. To me? It means it's going to be a very good year. The Sixth Page of Mirror Man is up. |
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| "The Republicans in Congress lost their way. They swapped principle for power. They ended up with neither. They deserved to lose."
"My biggest frustration remained the president's unwillingness to wield his veto against out-of-control spending."
"Deficits don't matter, to my chagrin, became part of Republicans' rhetoric."
"I am saddened that it is politically inconvenient to acknowledge what everyone knows: the Iraq war is largely about oil." | - Alan Greenspan, The Age of Turbulence |
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| It's an odd thing when you see life imitating art. I had an accident involving some juice and some old photographs that required me to layout all of the photos to dry. The result reminded me a great deal of the last page of Underside. | | | |
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| How numb do you have to be for Kid Nation to become a good idea? At what point does the crushing desperation for a fresh idea become so incredibly pressing that taking forty 11 year old kids out of school and dropping them into a deserted town sound reasonable? It's one thing to take adults who should know better and exploit them – it's quite another to find adults with the same lack of intelligence and convince them to let you exploit their children. Even if you put aside the moral implications (which is an extraordinarily bad idea in and of itself), just looking at what this means from a legal perspective should have dissuaded all but the most desperate. Which might explain how it ended up on CBS. It's things like this that make me glad I live in Colorado.
Not that somehow those of us who live in the middle of the country are on some sort of moral high ground in comparison to citizens of the coasts. Sure, our friends to the south will always make claims to the ethical superiority of people in square states while pointing to New York and Los Angeles as the new Sodom and Gomorrah. But the truth of the matter is they're no better or worse than anyone else.
No, the reason I love living here when I hear of someone putting together a Lord of the Flies for primetime television, is the weather. Yes, the weather. There's something about the wind and the sun that feels clean, even on days when it shouldn't. You can feel it right down to your bones. It braces you at the same time it comforts. An impossible thing, but I swear it to be true.
If Deuce were an actual person, I would certainly recommend he get his ass here. The inked Fifth Page is up. |
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| Watching the Larry Craig affair is fascinating. The moment the story broke that he was arrested for soliciting another man for sex, you could almost see the proverbial dust cloud around him as fellow Republicans bolted from the scene, abandoning their stalwart colleague in anti-homosexual rhetoric. A few years ago, this never would have happened – the Republicans would have stood by Craig, demonizing his accusers or destroying their careers and families. Now, as scandal after scandal mounts, they Republican Party has gone from the family values party to the party of hypocrisy. And they know it.
Page One of The Reckoners has been penciled. The artist I'm working with, Gabriel Araya, had to move, so it slowed production down a bit. Normally, I don't think relocating should slow a project but seeing as he was moving from South America to Stockholm I decided to let it slide. As he is now heading into his first artic winter, I truly pity that poor man |
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| Page Four of Mirror Man is up. There's no lettering to the page, so the lead up on Page Three is particularly important.
While doing some research for the next project I came across the picture below. It's an actual NASA photo. There's no CGI, no Photoshop. That is one man, just out there, alone. | |
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| I was asked the other day if the picture on the About page was actually a picture from where I lived. While it is a picture from Colorado, it is not from where I live and not taken by me. So in the interests of having something to do with my long weekend, I went hiking about and took some pictures. | | This is the range in front of El Dorado Canyon, a beautiful state park near where I live. | | This is a picture from within the canyon looking up at a...big rock. | | This is a picture of Green Mountain. Spot the penis! | |
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