Extra Stuff
Idea Write-ups
Here are the write-ups of the ideas that I send to Marty to get drawn up into comics.
An Alien Affair
This frame consists of a large domed room, the interior of an alien space craft. In the center mid ground, there is a man laying naked on an examination table, covered by a sheet. Above him stands a grey alien, the kind seen in Roswell and the like. The alien is looking towards an opening on the right of the frame, where we seen words being spoken from the outside of the ship (akin to a word bubble from someone outside of the craft). The words say ‘Honey, are you in here…?’ A caption above the man reads ‘Shit! Its my wife, get in the closet!’
Beans
The frame consists of an average living area complete with either a recliner or a loveseat. A television sits across from the recliner/loveseat The walls are decorated with wallpaper and a scenic portrait. The only item out of place is a very big can, at least three times larger than a fifty gallon drum, complete with the ribbed metal design found in many canned foods. The can sits in the mid ground, ahead of both the television and the recliner/loveseat and is turned in such a way as to obscure the full product label. The product label that is visible reads ‘ush’s aked eans’ and shows a picture of baked beans. The bottom edge of the can, closest to the perspective of the foreground shows a tail and a pair of canine legs protruding from beneath the can. A puddle of blood also leaks from the can and culminates in a small area of the frame. Beneath the frame a caption reads ‘The only other person who knows the secret family recipe is Duke, and he isn’t talking… Right Duke? …Good boy’
The Breakup
I was working on a comic and I thought of your average woman. We've all met them, those ones that are really crazy. Now, I know this doesn't account for all women, but I thought it'd be great to have a panel where a girl is breaking up with her boyfriend. She's coming at him with a chainsaw, and he's just tripped over a piece of furniture while backing away from her and is falling back. Her bubble says 'I'm sorry Michael; I'm just not ready for a relationship.' The caption would read 'Most of what we call women are actually escaped robots from a government program to create the perfect AI. Who can blame them for not knowing what they want... when they don't know what they are?
Blonde Beads
A large crowd part of Mardi Gras festivities makes up some of this scene. In the foreground we see the back of a twenty-something woman who is wearing a skimpy top which she has lifted in order to expose her breasts. Directly in front of the girl over her left shoulder is a priest gazing at her bosom. The priest wears the normal black shirt and white collar, and dangles a rosary from his right index finger in front of the woman. Above The priest is a word bubble that says ‘Show me your sacrament my child.’ The caption reads ‘Boobs for bishops, beads for blondes - a solution everyone can live with.’
Here are the write-ups of the ideas that I send to Marty to get drawn up into comics.
An Alien Affair
This frame consists of a large domed room, the interior of an alien space craft. In the center mid ground, there is a man laying naked on an examination table, covered by a sheet. Above him stands a grey alien, the kind seen in Roswell and the like. The alien is looking towards an opening on the right of the frame, where we seen words being spoken from the outside of the ship (akin to a word bubble from someone outside of the craft). The words say ‘Honey, are you in here…?’ A caption above the man reads ‘Shit! Its my wife, get in the closet!’
Beans
The frame consists of an average living area complete with either a recliner or a loveseat. A television sits across from the recliner/loveseat The walls are decorated with wallpaper and a scenic portrait. The only item out of place is a very big can, at least three times larger than a fifty gallon drum, complete with the ribbed metal design found in many canned foods. The can sits in the mid ground, ahead of both the television and the recliner/loveseat and is turned in such a way as to obscure the full product label. The product label that is visible reads ‘ush’s aked eans’ and shows a picture of baked beans. The bottom edge of the can, closest to the perspective of the foreground shows a tail and a pair of canine legs protruding from beneath the can. A puddle of blood also leaks from the can and culminates in a small area of the frame. Beneath the frame a caption reads ‘The only other person who knows the secret family recipe is Duke, and he isn’t talking… Right Duke? …Good boy’
The Breakup
I was working on a comic and I thought of your average woman. We've all met them, those ones that are really crazy. Now, I know this doesn't account for all women, but I thought it'd be great to have a panel where a girl is breaking up with her boyfriend. She's coming at him with a chainsaw, and he's just tripped over a piece of furniture while backing away from her and is falling back. Her bubble says 'I'm sorry Michael; I'm just not ready for a relationship.' The caption would read 'Most of what we call women are actually escaped robots from a government program to create the perfect AI. Who can blame them for not knowing what they want... when they don't know what they are?
Blonde Beads
A large crowd part of Mardi Gras festivities makes up some of this scene. In the foreground we see the back of a twenty-something woman who is wearing a skimpy top which she has lifted in order to expose her breasts. Directly in front of the girl over her left shoulder is a priest gazing at her bosom. The priest wears the normal black shirt and white collar, and dangles a rosary from his right index finger in front of the woman. Above The priest is a word bubble that says ‘Show me your sacrament my child.’ The caption reads ‘Boobs for bishops, beads for blondes - a solution everyone can live with.’