Snowpocalypse II: This Time, It's Personal

Is This Thing On?

So, yeah, I haven't really posted anything in a while.
And?
Really, there hasn't been that much going on. Work, sleep, repeat.
We got a fair amoutn of snow Tuesday night into Wednesday morning. Enough that, when I got up in the morning and saw how much digging I would have to do just to get going I decided that I was going to work from home.
We're supposed to get even more snow this weekend, starting sometime tomorrow. Panic has already ensued.
Then we're supposed to get hit again on Tuesday.
You'd think it was winter or something.
My preparation for the coming snowpocalypse was to hit the comic shop on my way home to pick up this week's books and last week's books, as I didn't bother heading out that way last Saturday when it also snowed a lot.
I'm taking Monday off so I can get my taxes done and do some other stuff that's easier to get done during the week.
Yesterday when Scott came over for movie night we decided to order Chinese food. I pulled up the Web site for the place we usually order from, we made our selections, and then I went back to the site's main page to get their number, only to discover that, thanks to a fire, they've been closed since November and are tentatively planning to re-open this month.
Scott then suggested another place that they usually order from when he and Stacy are at Jamie and Casey's house.
I discovered two things about the other place that make me inclined to always order from there:

1. They have online ordering.
2. They have shredded pork with dry bean curd, which has supplanted Sesame Chicken as my favorite Chinese dish, but which a lot of places don't have on the menu.

Coincidentally at work today, as we've talked about my love for it and inability to find it at most places I've been to, Dan said, "I brought in shredded pork with dry bean curd for lunch if you want to have some." I told him that I'd just had it last night, and would be having the leftovers tonight, so it would probably be overkill to have it for lunch.
(You see the kind of exciting stuff you're missing out on when I'm not blogging?)
For Riff Trax night last night we watched Iron Man with the Riff Trax commentary, and then, without commentary, Planet Hulk, a new direct-to-video animated movie from Marvel.
That was actually sufficient to entice Casey to come over to join us, as he'd greatly enjoyed the comics on which the movie was based.
It was a fun movie, and apparently had a bunch of random Marvel characters making cameos in it, most of which I missed because I happened to be looking away, and by the time Scott said, "Hey, is that...?" it was too late.
I did really enjoy the reference to Journey into Mystery #83, which featured the first appearance of Thor.
Overall the Marvel movies haven't been up to the level of the DC movies, but they seem to be doing much better...at least when they focus on Hulk.
When I bought the Blu-ray of Planet Hulk, the cashier at Target was struggling to remove it from the security case. I said, "I guess you'll need to 'Hulk out' to remove it."
She wasn't amused.
In other news, I'd been working on yet another picture of Jessica Simpson - one based on an image from the same photoshoot as the last two - but I got kind of burned out. Maybe I'll finish it this weekend.
In any case, I thought I should post something.
Just to add a little more content, here's a commercial that amuses me:

And Then There Was That Time When I Drew Another Picture Of Jessica Simpson

Goddamn, Batman

Throughout the years fans and industry insiders have pointed to All Star Batman and Robin the Boy Wonder (or "ASBAR" as it's usually referred to) and its assorted eccentricities and excesses as evidence that comic book icon Frank Miller has lost his damn mind.
They also point to The Spirit, the movie that marked his debut as a solo director, as further evidence. While I'm one of maybe six people in the world who actually enjoyed The Spirit, and I haven't read all of ASBAR, I can kind of see their point.
After all, ASBAR gave the world the goddamn Batman:

(Speaking to the recently-orphaned Dick Grayson, whom
Batman has abducted from the scene of the murder of Dick's parents - saving him
from the corrupt cops who were going to finish wiping out the family by killing
the future Robin - who has asked Batman who he is)
"What, are you dense? Are you retarded or something? Who the hell do you think I am? I'm the goddamn Batman."

Like many fans, I initially found this off-putting and thought ASBAR was...err...bat-shit insane, but in time I came to appreciate the insanity, on some level, and eventually became greatly amused by the goddamn Batman.
Today, while reading Fan Fiction Friday over at Topless Robot, I encountered a bit of dialogue that makes Frank Miller and all of his insanity seem completely and totally sane by comparison.
The dialogue in question comes from a fan-written story featuring spelling and grammar so atrocious that I have to assume that English is the "author's" seventh language, which posits a team-up between Batman and Robocop.
And by "team-up" I mean Batman and Robocop fucking.
Each other.
By the way, it's worth noting that Miller's first attempt at breaking into Hollywood was writing the screenplay for Robocop 2, which was pretty much torn to shreds and resulted in the finished prodcut bearing little or no resemblance to what he actually wrote, which left Miller wary of dealing with Hollywood again until Robert Rodriguez came along and more or less courted him.
And speaking of courting...
In the course of their "adventure" together, Robocop learns Batman's secret identity. While Robocop himself can be counted on to keep it to himself, everything he sees and hears is recorded, and when he returns to the precinct his memories will be downloaded and reviewed.
So they need to remove those memories from Robocop before that can happen.
Which leads us to this:

"I need to fuck you Batman. This way, my memories backup is ejected from my butt
and we can delete what is important to preserve your identity."

Somehow that makes Batman calling a traumatized boy who's just seen his parents die retarded and referring to himself as the goddamn Batman seem downright reasonable and even wholesome.

Update: Also, this:

"There is a problem Bruce. I'm not with my penis now. I can't fuck you."

To Any Slacktivites Who Might Be Visiting

Hey, you followed the link to my blog!
...
Yeah, I know. But I mean, it's not like I'm getting paid for doing this or anything. Yeah, I know, I'm just adding to the random Internet white noise.
Get off my back!
*Cough*
Sorry about that.
Anyway, the most worthwhile stuff here is probably my drawings, so you might want to click on the "Drawing" label down in the label cloud.
Other than that, here are some favorite posts:

Not Following The Script
Nine
Jon's Favorite Weekend Quote
Comic Book Liveblogging
Randomly Bizarre Comic Panels
Statistically Insignificant

Enjoy!

Oh, And There's This One, Too

I also did this picture this weekend.



I've never watched that show Mad Men, but the fact that Christina Hendricks is on it could make doing so worthwhile, I think.

Okay, I'll Admit It...

...sometimes I'm awesome.
For example:

Illustrator Makes Me Ill

Here's a picture of Jessica Simpson that I did in Illustrator:



It took longer than it should have, involved a lot more swearing than should have been necessary, and at one point I nearly gave up on it entirely, but here it is.