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Monday, 30 April 2007
Free Comic Book Day - Comix, Part Two
Topic: Comics

The Unseen Peanuts

"Charles M. Schulz's Peanuts is the most-reprinted comic strip of all time, with literally hundreds of collections published in the last 50 years. You would expect that by now every Peanuts strip has been collected more than once... and you'd be very wrong! In fact, hundreds of Peanuts strips were never reprinted..."

I was a HUGE Peanuts fan as a kid.  A whole shelf of Charlie Brown books adorned my wall. 

When I was twelve, I hiked up Pecos Baldy in New Mexico with my Boy Scout troupe.  Late in the hike, I was struggling to keep up having fallen far to the rear of the party.  Our Scout Master, Dr Poindexter, tugged on my pack.

"Why is your pack so heavy!?!"

I shrugged.  Hell, I didn't know.  It just was.

He opened it to find that it was FULL of books.  Peanuts books.

"Why did you pack books for this hike?!?!"

I stared at him, amazed at his profound stupidity.  "You gotta have something to read."

Damn... what the hell was this guy a doctor of?  P.E.? 

Yes, I made my Peanuts bones a long time ago.

I confess to being somewhat of a Peanuts purist... I never cared for Snoopy walking upright.  Also, the more 'produced' Schulz' art became, the less interested I was.  Schulz had this wonderful, raw style in his early work that he refined away in later years.  His work after the late seventies appeared manufactured, absent the genuine heart of his work in the sixties.

And maybe that's what I found to be missing - true feeling.

This collection of strips unseen since their initial printing is exactly what the doctor ordered.  Well, not Dr. Poindexter.  But a real doctor would order it.

And hey, it's FREE on Saturday.

Free Comic Book Day is May 5th.  Don't miss it!!!

 

Aron Head
www.EvilBastard.net


 

 


Posted by Aron Head at 12:01 AM CDT
Updated: Sunday, 28 October 2007 9:14 AM CDT
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Sunday, 29 April 2007
Superman: Doomsday
Topic: Comics

It's no secret.  I loves me some Superman.  

Back in 1993, he died in the Battle of Metropolis fighting Doomsday to the death in Superman #75.

Lots of folks panned the book, but I liked it.  Still do.  And even enjoyed the Reign of the Supermen stories that followed.  Look at the great characters that came out of that... Steel, the Eradicator, the Cyborg, and my personal favorite... the new Superboy.

Sniff! 

Superboy's dead now.  Still having trouble with that one.  You got rogered there, m'friend.

I'm tithing to the Cult of Conner, now. 

An animated feature based on this story is due out in September.  You can check out the Superman: Doomsday trailer now. 

Can't wait.

Let's kill the Kryptonian all over again! 

 

Aron Head
www.EvilBastard.net
 


Posted by Aron Head at 6:42 PM CDT
Updated: Sunday, 28 October 2007 9:15 AM CDT
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One Year Ago Today
Topic: Personal Commentary

One year ago today, we buried my friend Jane Clevenger.

She was a terrific lady that I think about everyday.  I sure miss you, Obi.

From The Book of Common Prayer

Almighty God, we remember before you today your faithful servant Jane; and we pray that, having opened to her the gates of larger life, you will receive her more and more into your joyful service, that, with all who have faithfully served you in the past, she may share in the eternal victory of Jesus Christ our Lord; who lives and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
 

Aron Head
www.EvilBastard.net
 


Posted by Aron Head at 12:01 AM CDT
Updated: Sunday, 28 October 2007 9:15 AM CDT
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Saturday, 28 April 2007
Free Comic Book Day - Comix, Part One
Topic: Comics

Free Comic Book Day is this coming Saturday, May 5th.  Never heard of Free Comic Book Day (FCBD)?  It's just like it sounds.  It's the day the world  celebrates the joys of comics by getting them free!  

The comic industry provides a select number of books gratis on this most wonderful of days.  In this the first of a series of entries, I will detail the books I am most interested in this year...

The Astounding Wolfman!

 I am absolutely crazy about Robert Kirkman's The Walking Dead series.  And now, he is launching his brand new book on FCBD!  First issue free, my bastards!  Wahoo!

"THE ASTOUNDING WOLF-MAN chronicles the life of workaholic CEO Gary Hampton. While on a rare family vacation, he's bitten by a werewolf. Cursed to live his nights as a monster, Gary works to use these evil powers for the greater good. The story is part superhero, part horror and a whole lot of fun."

Kirkman has a unique talent for portraying the essence of humanity.  Good and bad, he tells the whole story.  Love his stuff and I am awfully excited about this book.

Get up early on Saturday.  This one's gonna go fast! 

Aron Head
www.EvilBastard.net

 


Posted by Aron Head at 12:01 AM CDT
Updated: Sunday, 28 October 2007 9:16 AM CDT
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Friday, 27 April 2007
One Week to Free Comic Book Day!
Topic: Comics

Aron Head
www.EvilBastard.net

 


Posted by Aron Head at 6:25 PM CDT
Updated: Sunday, 28 October 2007 9:17 AM CDT
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Monday, 23 April 2007
Crazy Kitty
Topic: Cats

Interesting day...

I get a call at the office from The Wife who reported that the cat had mauled her.

We adopted Cecil, our Maine Coon Cat, almost two years ago.  Since that time he has become a treasured member of the family.  He's had some problems though... He has an aggressive streak to him.  Some times, you can identify when he's about to let you have it and you can avoid doing anything that will upset him.  Such as breathe.

He has two levels of aggression.  The first level is just an overly playful tendency to bite.  Then there's the black-eyes-of-hell-crazy-bastard-cat.  This is the Mr. Hyde to Cecil's Dr. Jekyl.  Shortly after we first got him, he attacked Suzanne.  It was a vicious incident where his teeth raked down her bare shoulder bringing blood. 

And a lot of yelling.

We later realized that he had heard a cat crying outside.  Our vet explained that this external stimulus sent him over the edge.  Since that time, we have done a fair job of managing him.

Until today.

Suzanne was walking down the hall and Cecil launched himself at her, biting her calf, shaking his head as if to tear her leg off.

More blood.

More yelling.

After coming home from the office to dress the wife's wound, we discussed the Cecil situation.  It's odd.  One moment he's fine, next moment he's a furry piranha.

"I think he's bipolar," I observed.

Suzanne called our vet, discussing the incidents.  He concurred with my diagnosis and prescribed diazepam.

I've got crazy on my side of the family.  Suzanne has crazy on her side of the family.  It makes sense that our cat is crazy, right?

"I'm here to pick up a prescription for my cat," I said at the Walgreen's counter.

Heidi, one of the pharmacy clerks, rushes over - abandoning the customer she was with to speak to me.  "So your cat has a little anxiety?"

She seemed amused at the prospect.

"Yes," I nod.  "I think he may be manic-depressive."

I fully expect at some point that Cecil will tell me that he is isn't broken and doesn't need to be fixed, that pills are poison, and that he no longer plans to take them. 

After the pharmacy, I drove over to the library to pick up a book I had on hold.  Worries of mentally ill cat filled my head as the security guard approached me.

"I'm sorry, sir.  We're closed."

I glanced at my watch.  It was 7:55 pm. 

"Library closes at 8," I said.

The paunchy guard repeated, "Library's closed."

People were still in the Library.  Books were being checked out.

"It's 7:55."

"Library's closed."

"Get out of my way, Barney, I'm a tax payer!"  And I shoved my way past to retrieve and check out Ultimate Spider-man Volume 5.

It is remarkable that in my encounter with Deputy Fife that I did not use the words "God Dammit" or "Oh Great Christ."  I credit this to attending the men's prayer group earlier this evening.

I went home and doped the kitty.

 

Aron Head
www.EvilBastard.net


Posted by Aron Head at 10:26 PM CDT
Updated: Sunday, 28 October 2007 9:17 AM CDT
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Wednesday, 11 April 2007
Portrait of the Blogger as a Baby
Topic: Personal Commentary

The Baby Bastard
 
 
Aron Head
www.EvilBastard.net


Posted by Aron Head at 12:01 AM CDT
Updated: Sunday, 28 October 2007 9:18 AM CDT
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Tuesday, 10 April 2007
Napalm: Born Again in Flames
Topic: Comics

The handsome fellow to the left is Napalm (tm). He's a character I created back in my college days.  As my senior project in my Advanced Drawing class, I spent all semester producing a complete comic book in pencils.

I had a number of mis-starts but finally settled into a groove.

Napalm is the story of a soldier in Viet Nam who through a bizarre set of circumstances gains deadly powers.  

Napalm's a pyrokinetic.  The character exudes a combustible jelly-like substance similar to napalm.

Napalm sticks to crooks!

 


Aron Head
www.EvilBastard.net

 


Posted by Aron Head at 8:49 PM CDT
Updated: Sunday, 28 October 2007 9:26 AM CDT
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Monday, 9 April 2007
Makin' Funny Books
Topic: Comics

Up until I discovered comic books, I wanted to be an architect.  This tickled my architect father to no-end until he learned that my desire stemmed not from wish to emulate him, but rather Mike Brady on the Brady Brunch.

It wasn't long after reading my first few funny books that I decided that drawing and writing comics had to be a lot more fun than what Mr. Brady and Dad did for a living. After all, Dad always came home grouchy and complaining of his sore feet.

My early efforts involved other people's heroes like the Hulk and Superman. I drew enormous tomes of their adventures together. I wish I still had them. I suspect that my mother threw them out some time along the way in one of her anal retentive cleaning raids on my bedroom.

While I have not and likely will not settle into a career in the comics industry, it remains a dream. I continue to draw and write for my own pleasure. If I one day make it into the "glamorous" world of professional comics, I'll be thrilled to death. If not, no big deal. I'm having fun doing for myself and sharing with friends.

Justiciar(tm) is my rather cynical answer to Superman. In my comicverse he is hailed as the world's noblest superhero. Very few outside of the halls of power in the Pentagon and the White House know him for the amoral opportunist that he is. The Pentagon maintains a public relations taskforce whose role it is to ensure that Justiciar (tm) remains at the height of his popularity. Everywhere in the world, one can readily purchase Justiciar action figures, t-shirts, ball caps, and pogs. If the world really knew what sort of person he is and of the atrocities that he has performed, his name would be anathema throughout the globe. As it is, those outside of the Beltway who find out about Justiciar don't tend to live too terribly long.

The man known to the world as The Ranger(tm) was originally a Texas Ranger in the Rio Grande valley back in the late 1880's. For many years he served as a Captain in the Texas Rangers carrying out the policies of the Governor and Legislature. Of course one of the policies he was required to carry out was the elimination of Indians from the territory.

In the completion of one of his other tasks, chasing down Mexican bandits his party was all but decimated. Mortally wounded, he was found bleeding to death by a tribal scout. He was taken to the center of the encampment where the Medicine Man, Eagle Eyes, took him under his protection. He nursed the law man back to health. While convalescing with the tribe, the Captain came to know them for the noble people they were and not the savages they were portrayed to be.

On the evening before his departure from the camp, Eagle Eyes divined the Ranger's future. He told the law man that he would take a long journey and at the end of that journey the many spirits would grant him their strengths. The Captain thanked Eagle Eyes for his hospitality, yet felt that the prophecy was more the pipe talking than the spirits.

He returned to the outpost where he learned that a strike was planned on Eagle Eyes' tribe. He rode back out to them immediately to warn the people that had provided him with such kindness of their impending doom. He arrived soon enough to muster a squad of tribal warriors to aid him in holding off the advancing Rangers enabling the bulk of the tribe to flee the area.

The Captain was then and is now a tremendous tactician. He fought a brilliant campaign against his former comrades, yet as resourceful as he was he could not overcome his enemy's superior numbers. As he stood with the bodies of the fallen warriors a twister swept through the advancing forces. He was torn away from the battlefield and certain death to find himself thrown over a hundred years into the future.

Now he is known simply as The Ranger.  Eagle Eyes' words were true. He made the journey. The spirits did indeed grant him their strengths.

More to come...

Aron Head
www.EvilBastard.net

Posted by Aron Head at 9:00 AM CDT
Updated: Sunday, 28 October 2007 9:27 AM CDT
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Sunday, 8 April 2007
My Shameful Habit Revealed (one of 'em, anyway)
Topic: Comics

...Or how I learned to stop worrying and steal comic books.

Way back in the early spring of 1976, I discovered my very first comic book. I was nine years old and hanging out at the corner convenience store with my best friend, Stevie. While the clerk had his back turned, I dared my chum to steal something.

He stole a two cent piece of Bazooka Bubble Gum.

He then dared me to steal something, but it had to be bigger than his.

Balls!

This was exactly the kind of crap I was always getting myself into.

It had never occurred to me that Stevie would rip something off. After all, we had never stolen anything other than cookies out of his mom's cookie jar!  If I'd ever thought that he would follow me up on the dare, I would have known that I would be forced to reciprocate -- and thusly would NEVER have dared him in the first place.

Still, a dare is after all a dare.

My eyes swept across the store for a suitable item. I stepped over to the comic book rack, checked over my shoulder, and once assured that I was not observed; I stuffed the comic under my windbreaker and exited the store.

I stole the very first comic book I would ever read.

When I returned home, I deposited the stolen article on my night stand where it remained for several weeks.

I hated to read back then. Reading is what 'They' made you do at school, not something you did in your free time. It wasn't until the next rainy day that I would actually pick the thing up out of boredom.

The title of the comic was SCAMPER. He was one of the  pups from Disney's LADY AND THE TRAMP.  Scamper was cool.  The comic was cool. I read that one comic over and over. Finally, I decided that I needed another.

So, I was off to steal my second comic book.

I had stolen probably eight comics over a three week period before it dawned on me that I should really be purchasing my comics. Thus, my life as a hardened criminal ended and my life as a comic book addict began.

The summer of 1976 came. My father decided to take my brother and I on a trip to Gulf Port, Mississippi where there was to be some kind of huge Bicentennial celebration. Dad wanted to buy a game or something for me to mess with on the long drive. I talked him into buying me comic books instead.

It was at this point that I made the transition from the Disney Comics and over to Marvel and DC's hero comics. I still remember the books that he bought me that day. I picked up those great SUPERMAN FAMILY and BATMAN FAMILY $1 comics, the price of which my father complained loudly.

Most memorable of all of the books I got that day was the story arc in the Superman books that involved him getting hit so hard by some outerspace alien that he wound up being knocked back to the signing of the Declaration of Independence. Now, my brother is five years older than me and he had hit me pretty hard before and I never got knocked through time. I thought, this alien guy must be bad news.

I have cultivated this habit of mine for over thirty years now.

Comics have always been a constant, an unchanging element of my life. Certainly comics have changed drastically over the last three decades, yet my love for them has remained unswerving. Through great times and bad times, comics have been a source of hours fun and enjoyment.


Aron Head
www.EvilBastard.net 


Posted by Aron Head at 1:45 PM CDT
Updated: Sunday, 28 October 2007 9:30 AM CDT
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