This week, Friday Robots are on a hill and in the sky. When I drew the circular robots, I thought of them as comets and planets, so of course I put them on the ground. What was left but to put square, earthbound robots up in the air? What can I say, I’m making this up as I go.
I have a standing invitation to cartoonists and non-cartoonists alike: if you submit a drawing of any of the inhabitants of Falling Rock National Park, I will post it right here. The last cartoonist to grace these pages was none other than Patrick McDonnell. He drew a very flattering likeness of Carver.
Yesterday, I was pleasantly surprised to find the following drawing of Carver and Ernesto by New Mexican cartoonist Stephen McCranie. It looks to me like Carver is contemplating an O.K. Corral-style shootout, while Ernesto is happily baffled. Par for the course at Falling Rock.
Thanks Stephen! And make sure to read his comic strip, Mal and Chad, which he is currently adapting into a graphic novel. Movies, plush toys, and complete world domination are certain to follow.
As I was the grizzled veteran, I gave handy tips which were summarily dismissed by the ladies. The last I saw of our female companions, they were headed toward Hall H (the largest of the conference rooms) to see American royalty (movie stars, not cartoonists). That left me and my partner blogger Nate McGraw alone to fend for ourselves in the pop culture jungle.
|The real Gostmobile|
|Audrey Hepburn as Catwoman, with boobs|
On my final day, I happened upon an unusual book signing: Frank “Dark Knight Returns” Miller and Dave Gibbons. I centered this photo on Frank, but upon seeing it later I realized that dude on his left totally drew Watchmen. Comic Con!
|An essential Comic Con experience: being last in line for something and having to hold this sign.|
A full rundown of Comic Con 2010 will appear at this here blog within the next day or so. To tide you over until then, I present a series of sketches Bill Watterson sent to Berkeley Breathed – they were cartoonist pen pals back in the heady 1980’s.
Berkeley gave a funny and subversive talk, attended by hundreds of nerds, geeks and dweebs of all stripes. Since Comic Con is home to Exclusive Limited Editions in all media, where better to show off a bunch of Watterson sketches received by snail mail in the 80’s?
This is probably the closest ol’ Bill will ever get to Comic Con.
This last sketch, of a buck naked Ronald Reagan, was Bill’s response to a story told by Berkeley in which Berkeley received a phone call from the President as he emerged from the shower. Reagan had seen a picture of his wife, Nancy, in a Bloom County Sunday strip, and wanted to thank Berkeley. Too stunned to think of anything better to say, Berkeley replied “Mr. President, I think you should know I’m not wearing any pants right now.” The President must have found this charming, because he invited the cartoonist to a State Dinner. (That time, Berkeley wore pants.)
More fun cartoonist stories to come!
This will be a quiet week around Falling Rock National Park, as I am busy preparing for San Diego Comic Con! I have to make copies of comics so I have something to give Denzel Washington in the totally likely event I’ll bump into him. If not Denzel, I’m sure there will be just a few comic publishers there. Who knows, maybe they will be interested in my comic book. That’s part of the magic of Comic Con.
Have a great week everybody. Friday Robots will appear as scheduled! Have no fear that you’ll have to face the weekend sans robots.
Even with the word ‘comic’ in its name, I can’t think of a font cartoonists avoid more than Comic Sans.
Faithful readers of this here blog know you can count on three things: Robots on Friday, YOUR SOURCE for Alan Rickman news and information, and a pure fire hatred for the Comic Sans font.
Did you know that, according to a survey of Alan Rickman, the worst font ever created was Comic Sans? It’s true!
Comic Sans is the monster that won’t die. It comes to us in our dreams and tries to strangle us with our own intestines. It lurks in old abandoned summer camps and hacks teenagers to death with a machete. It jeers at us, mocks our feeble attempts at “civilization” and “profound thought.”
Over at McSweeney’s, Comic Sans lays down what amounts to a shot across the bow. No other font can stand up to the towering menace that is Comic Sans.
Most recently, Comic Sans crept into the last place any of us would have expected: a fuming letter written by Cleveland Cavaliers owner Dan Gilbert to departing star/traitor to democracy LeBron James. Gilbert’s letter was rightfully ridiculed not for its content, but for his choice of fonts: Comic Sans.
Like a venereal disease, Comic Sans cannot be vanquished in one fell swoop, but must be consistently and methodically scrubbed from every computer that is infected. Together, we must raise awareness about his horrific and disfigured font, and ultimately end its use. For the United States – nay, for the world – Comic Sans must be defeated.