With the power of Earth’s animals at his command, Danny must find the hero inside of him before everything he knows and everyone he loves is lost.
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With the power of Earth’s animals at his command, Danny must find the hero inside of him before everything he knows and everyone he loves is lost.
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I just found out from her partner that Debra Jane Shelly has passed away and although she didn’t know me, I knew her. Debra affected me, she changed me, she made me want to be a better person and I am angry and upset that she was taken too soon. I’m also confused about what to do, as I was not her friend, or connected to her or her life in any way.
Debra worked and shared her life with Kevin Boyd, of the Comic Lounge and Gallery in Toronto. Kevin is a great man, he got me into Fan Expo as a guest and no matter what my reputation was in the comic industry or what people said about me he has always been considerate and respectful to me and my work. When I met Debra for the first time all I could think was “Yeah, Kevin definitely deserves a woman like this, he is a great guy and she seems like a beautiful person.”
Debra had the kind of smile that could light up a room and she always had so much cheer and enthusiasm for what she was doing that it was infectious. I’m not an easy person to get along with and I don’t make friends easily but being in the same place as her, you wanted to be friends with her. She was such a light in the world that it made me feel ashamed of my own darkness, she was the kind of person that you were on your best behavior around because she deserved it. She made the world a better place and Toronto, the comic scene and the entire world has lost someone truly special.
The Comic Book Lounge & Gallery was the only place I ever felt accepted me and I think in some way, if not directly, this was due to the light she shined. People like Debra are the people who make this world livable, most of us are just ghosts that haunt the place. What saddens me is that there was never a social, normal way to express how great people are. In a city I don’t particularly care for, in an industry that never seemed to care for me, she was one of the good ones and I will never forget that. I never really knew her, but having met her even for such a brief time I am grateful. I can’t imagine what this is like for her family and friends and as the guy looking in through the window, it is not my place to wail and draw attention away from their sorrow. All I can do is post my feelings here and ask everyone in the Toronto area to check out the Comic Book Lounge and Gallery; she worked hard to make that place special and everyone should go and support something she believed in.
We spent so much of our time trying to be special but it is not artists, writers, actors or musicians who are special. It is people like Debra who create a friendly, caring and safe environment for people that are truly special. Her light was so bright it even shined through the darkness I carry on my back and for that she will not be forgotten, not by me. She has returned to the light, on the right side of the sun and she’ll shine down for as long as the planet Earth is here to appreciate it.
My deepest condolences to Kevin Boyd, Debra’s family and friends and the extended family of the Comic Book Lounge and Gallery.
I cannot say and I will not say
That she is dead, she is just away.
With a cheery smile and a wave of hand
She has wandered into an unknown land;
And left us dreaming how very fair
Its needs must be, since she lingers there.
And you-oh you, who the wildest yearn
From the old-time step and the glad return-
Think of her faring on, as dear
In the love of there, as the love of here
Think of her still the same way, I say;
She is not dead, she is just away.
James Whitcomb Riley, American poet (1849 – 1916)
What is FALLEN GODS? It is going to be an artfully designed novel featuring the artwork of PERRY OSUNA. Perry will be doing a series of pin-ups, six in total, which we’ll show off over the next year leading up to the release of the book.
The story is set in an alternate Africa, one ruled over by ancient Gods. The once beautiful paradise is ruined when a zealous town elder murders the God of Love. The people do not realize the Gods cannot die, they are reborn as evil opposites of themselves and the God takes revenge on the world, turning Africa into a dark, evil place.
Ika, the last hero born to tribe, is the last good man who can save them.
You can see samples of Perry’s work here: http://perryljosuna.daportfolio.com/
The Minute Men are a special elite force in the United States Army dedicated to protecting the country from Omega* level threats on U.S. soil. Each soldier is hand picked by a top secret government employee known as The King of Clocks. The King of Clocks works directly with the President and the head of Homeland Security to ensure that the people of the United States are as safe and secure as possible. The Minute Men were not formed as a response to the growing number of superhumans but was actually created as a result of the Katrina disaster and the flooding of New Orleans. The King of Clocks is the only person on the planet who knows where all 1155 Minute Men are located in the country, his identity remains a secret from everyone except his superiors. Each M-Man has a different color coding which determines their rank in their unit. No one outside the military has the truth about the color ranks, but they are based on Revolutionary War era military ranks.
The individual Minute Men have no superhuman abilities, they are simply the best trained and most talented and dedicated soldiers in the world. They are each given a special combat suit and electronic shield. The suit provides protection from most small caliber weapons, regulates body temperature and monitors the M-Man’s vital signs. All the information in the suit is accessible through the shield, which is in fact a very sophisticated computer system. Housed inside the shield are all the field electronics and surveillance systems a army division would need but in this case every Minute Man carries one. Working with the suit and goggles, the shield CPU ensures the M-Man always has the most up to date information and technology at his fingertips. The outside of the shield is made of a lightweight Titan-Aluminum alloy that makes it easy to carry and completely bulletproof.
Artwork by Freddie Williams.
Just the name evokes imagery, depending on your social, economic and racial leanings, the imagery will change.
I have always been a very vocal supporter of Kanye West and I’ve never heard anyone argue against him with any actual evidence. Every criticism is a parrot of a larger media outlet, trickle down criticism from the top to the little people at the bottom. It seems to be that people would rather just go with the flow rather than think for themselves. If you hate Kanye West, ask yourself why. Then ask yourself why you are so easily lead to hate someone who you don’t even know. Either you are ignorant of rap music or you appreciate the fact that West is by far one of the most talented producers and beat makers alive today.
In a world where so few are brave enough to speak, why do we condemn a man who is arrogant and vocal about his opinions? You don’t have to agree with his opinions, you are free to make up your own mind. I am not even trying to tell you to like the man, I am just pointing out that the standards other people set on someone should not be your own standards. Determine your own standards, because the ones dictated by the media and government almost always end up historically wrong and offensive.
I remember growing up in the 80’s and everyone wanted to be Michael Jackson. Leather jackets and hair relaxer were everywhere. Then the 90’s came and suddenly rap music was everywhere and the ghetto style took over almost every facet of black culture, spreading into even the upper levels of white culture. The style showed no signs of going away until Kanye West. Suddenly, there was a new role model on the scene, one who wore pink and cardigans and all kinds of things that were not considered part of “black culture”. Kanye’s fashioned turned racial clothing into something else, he redefined what a man could wear, especially a black man. For that alone, he has a place in history.
As for his controversies, let’s start with the most recent. The Confederate Flag. It is offensive for a black man to wear a symbol people identify with racism? Obviously it is a little weird, but as Kanye said “It’s my flag now.”
He appropriated it to his style and used it to market his products. Since I am not a Southern Gentleman and have no real connection to the flag I just don’t see how it matters one way or the other.
We’ve become so spoiled and rotten by big corporations that we expect our musicians and actors to be meek, we expect our writers and musicians to be grateful and play the same damn songs or write the same damn characters every single time. We expect them to love what we love, to be who we expect them to be, to dance when we say dance. It’s turned all entertainment into a strange form of minstrel show. How much time each day, how many hours of our lives are spent arguing or criticizing celebrities we’ve never met?
I don’t know Miley Cyrus and I don’t care how she acts. I don’t know Kanye West and I don’t care about his opinions. Which is why I don’t spread my opinions about them, because nobody cares about my opinion either. But we think because we have a blog, or a website, or a wordpress site that we somehow have a captive audience that cares how we feel about strangers. That is the primary reason I am getting off Facebook because everyone shares the same ignorant opinions over and over, spreading the same nonsense or propaganda without verifying facts or coming to their own conclusions.
Honestly, how many people give a shit about Taylor Swift? She’s not my daughter, what do I care if he hurt her feelings? I could pretend to care, to garner a few likes on Facebook, but that is not how I live my life. I am an honest person and I believe Kanye is too. You might not like what he has to say, but at least he is speaking his own mind. I’d rather a world full of Kanyes than a world full of sheep.
Our envy of celebrity culture has gotten us to the point where we not only want what they have, but we want them to be who we are. We want them to be idolized versions of us, people without views, who do not offend, who do not feel too strongly. We’ve become complacent and even worse, we are outraged and offended by anyone who deviates, who is opinionated, who is not broken into submission. We no longer praise the free people and try to escape our chains, instead we break them down to enslave them next to us.
You know who won best new artist against Kanye a decade ago?
I have no clue who that even is. So maybe he was right to be pissed. Nobody speaks for you but you. Nobody has to do anything and anything that people do for our culture, whether it is make music, write books or take pictures, is a gift to our culture. My enjoyment of his music isn’t determined by his treatment of paparazzi. I don’t ignore his faults, I just concern myself more with my own.
How can you be offended by people you’ve never even met? Who have never wronged you personally? The thing I love about Kanye West is I know when he talks, he is talking from his heart. Not on behalf of his sponsors, not for his company or record label or because he was couched or threatened. He is a free man and whenever he does something that has nothing to do with me or my enjoyment of his music, I ignore it.
There are more than enough bad guys in the world, why do we hound celebrities? It’s never mattered to me what Stephen King named his children or who Anne Rice is sleeping with, why do we have different standards for different types of celebrities? We’ve created so many levels of contradicting expectations that it is no wonder people are throwing all of them off and doing whatever the hell they like. In a world where women can’t be abusers and racism against white people doesn’t exist, how can we even judge any type of behavior anymore? We can’t, all we can do is make sure we’re following the standards we put out there for others. How can I judge Kanye West? How can I judge a teenage girl like Miley Cyrus? Just because a hundred people might agree doesn’t validate my opinions of either of them, should I make a point of posting them. Which I won’t, because this blog has taken enough time away from writing already.
Create art, share it and when they come to criticize you, to mold you, tell them how you feel, Kanye style.
Come along with a boy named Kai into the strange country known as Pumpkinland! The evil Shadow Queen has stolen the throne and only Kai, the Cat Prince and his loyal companion Mr. Tipps can stop her before all of Pumpkinland is lost!
The book is 9 x 7, which means it won’t be available on Amazon for a while because all the pages would have to be manually changed in size. For now, it is a big, beautiful, colorful book featuring the artwork of Shari Chankhamma.
Legion Book 2: Death Machines is almost done. I am hiring the artist for the cover art this week. There are two major villains introduced in book 2, one of them is the Proletarian. The other is one I’ve wanted to introduce for a long time now, Death Machine.
Anthony is no soldier or steelworker like his ancestor was. Anthony is building himself a giant robot exoskeleton called the Death Machine using his knowledge of technology and computers. It is a full-body exoskeleton that uses skin sensors to monitor the user’s nerve signals and amplify motion.He is a nerd, a spoiled rich, lanky, loser who, if not for his wealth and position with his father’s company, would just be another goth kid hanging out at Starbucks. His love of heavy metal and death is built into every inch of the massive mechanical armor he made.
Coupled with the high tech is an almost medieval design sense. Anthony has added brass, iron and copper detailing to give the armor the appearance of a primitive armor suit, complete with spikes, skulls, chains and blades.
Wait until you see what we come up with next. . .
I`ve been watching Dark Horse comics attempt to launch a superhero line with rebooted Public Domain superheroes, ten years after it was cool to do so (Dynamite was doing it a decade ago).
I`ve had plans for some of these characters for a while now, but they went off-track when the comic series failed. As I`ve transitioned to novel writing I`ve tried to remodel the old ideas into new books. A lot of those ideas (like Johnny Canuck) will cross-over with the Legion series, where they will interact with those heroes.
Others will have a book of their own, which is what I plan for Skyman. You see anyone can simply rebrand the hero and resell new adventures of them. But what made Skyman, Airboy, and the other ace aviators so popular wasn’t just their colorful costumes and it certainly wasn’t their superpowers. It was the high flying action over the skies of America that thrilled the comic book readers of the golden era. This is why I have no interest in the Dark Horse books, I don’t want to read about a pilot without his plane. Most of the time, these characters are dressed as a public domain character but are written as a knock-off of a more popular brand. Eclipse understood this and when they brought the characters back, they kept the planes. Unfortunately learning about aviation must have been too much work for Dark Horse’s writers.
Eventually I will be bringing back The Ghost, Skyman, Black Venus, and a cast of other characters in a book called HERO WING. Not superheroes, but specially trained and genetically adapted pilots with cutting edge fighter planes keeping the Earth safe, the skies clear and the world free.
One day when I have more time, I’ll post the reference art for HERO WING and let you guys know what I have planned. I have so many books lined up it is hard to sometimes keep up with what is in which stage of production, but I do want to get to these heroes eventually.
How to Survive in a Horror Movie:
Never burst into a room and demand to know what is going on here. If you see bloody teenagers or carnage and chaos, don’t ask out loud or your time is up.
Knock on a door. Ask politely who is inside and ask them kindly not to shoot you.
Never be the camera man. You’ll still die, but you’ll have to watch everyone else die first. If you are a camera person who identifies as a minority, look around you. There is a white man somewhere with a camera who will film your death.
If you are a Goth, your dream just came true. Enjoy it while it lasts, because your name is CHUM.
If you are Asian, head to the nearest all Asian community. You might get killed, but it will be by an Asian monster. White people movie monsters don’t crossover into Asian territory, according to the Second Law of Monsters.
If you are a white male, be brave. You might make it. Or be smarter than the other white guys.
If you are a white woman my advice is to stay virtuous, and be brave. No sex for you until the monsters are dead.
People who don’t believe in anything, keep doing that. I’m sure there is nothing out there that can harm you. I mean, only people with imagination get killed right?
Stoners, Hippies and Radical Religious people, your only hope is to do the exact opposite of every single thing you’ve ever done in your life. Bow to Satan and make war. Stoners, nevermind, just keep your eyes straight ahead. Yeah I promise, it’s really cool, but wait for it okay?
Bigots. Don’t worry, you guys always survive. Can I have your gun? You don’t need it, you big, strong, shining example of whatever demographic you are part of that you believe is better than everyone else.
If you are an Indian male, from India, you are probably a scientist and stand a good chance of surviving. My advice is to get as far away from white people as safely and cautiously as you can. If you die, it will probably be because of a dumb, clumsy mistake (see World War Z).
If you are male or female and have at some point in your life considered yourself a slut, you are pretty much doomed. Your only chance of survival is to make love to one of the other characters who has a high chance of survival. The more romantic and caring the moment, the better chance you have of convincing the God of Horror that you’ve changed your whoring ways and are growing as a person who might be worthy of surviving. Or at least dying less brutally.
If you are lost in the dark, shadow box. Stumbling around blindly just gets you killed. Instead, look cool and shadow box or do Bruce Lee imitations. You’ll find a light out soon enough, no one can trap a motherfuckin’ ninja, bro.
If you are an Indian female, congratulations you are invisible. Native American females will be joining you shortly.
Regardless of race, if you are a part of a bickering couple, put a sock in it or watch each other die. Seriously, no one will even miss you two, so leave your shit at home if you want to survive. Unless one of you cheated on the other, then just sit back and watch what happens to your horrible, cheating mate. . .
If you are a Native American male, a word of warning. White people are going to be coming to you for advice, followed by the murderer. Run as fast as a spring elk.
If you work for a major corporation, guess what? That new promotion that was too good to be true? It was. Welcome to the sacrificial pile, coffee machine is down the hall to the left.
Learn to make quips and be funny. But not too funny. Just Bruce Campbell funny. A little funny, mixed with pissed off and ready to kick ass.
“Let’s Split Up!” Worst. Words. Ever. Followed by “Call the Police!” and “There’s nothing out there.”
If you are a black female, I’m so sorry.
If you are a black male, please pay close attention to this.
You paying attention? I’m serious, this is very important.
If you are a black male and you find yourself in a horror movie, this is what you must do to survive:
KILL EVERY WHITE PERSON YOU SEE. THEN DISAPPEAR.
Seriously, it’s either that or a slow, painful and possibly comical death, or a fast, inhuman and stupid death (like the shark that ate Sam Jackson).
If you kill every white person in the movie, you become the villain and you are safe. Or you can fight the villain and if you they are a bunch of redneck killers or zombies, you have a high chance of survival. *
Please note if you are a black male who receives messages from little white boys while you are lying in bed, and you aren’t Michael Jackson, DO NOT SEEK OUT THIS BOY. In fact quit your job and drive away and listen to some really happy white people music. No one ever gets killed listening to No Doubt.
* Tips for black males can also be applied to transgender people. However, if you are trangender and kill all the white people, you might be expected to do a nude flash to the audience.
Please note these were not written to offend any one group, but was meant as parody of the stereotyping of minorities and other silly tropes in horror movies.