Ode to the Super-Sons

Last OSC-inspired super-sketch, this time a nod to the '70s "Super-Sons" tales featuring Superman Jr. and Batman Jr. I always liked those tales, and their hip clothes. They seemed like well-adjusted guys.

Take that, OSC

As promised, what I do well: indie hipster Superman a la Supergirl's '70s costume. 

So, uh, yes, this is what I had in mind for Comic Con. I have the 'S' patch, the T. Dog collar, cape, red Chucks, red square cuts, no problem. The belt, we'll see...

Aside from the Fd up (stoned?) eyes, this is not a bad rendition of Sups, apparently amidst a meteor storm (or something). I am Ok with the line art.

The coloring—ugh. 

I recently got my tablet functioning properly, so this is my first coloring in over a year. I was never a strong colorist, but wow, I'm rusty.

But, that is what practice is for.

A chilling apokolyptic future

If you haven't been following the controversy regarding DC Comics' decision to hire Orson Scott Card to write Superman comic books, please do catch up, and sign all the petitions you can. Long story short, he's anti-gay and fans and retailers are beginning to band together in opposition.

Sadly, I haven't read a Superman comic in years, so I can only voice my opinion rather than vote with my economic dollar.

I can also draw some fun sketches. Here's an OSC-inspired image of Superman saving his pal Jimmy Olsen, his girlfriend Lois Lane, and his boss, Perry White from gay pedophiles. 

Later I will share what I do best for your delight. And, perhaps preview my Superman outfit I will wear to Comic Con if I'm brave enough.

Trend for winter

Boston's winter can be 50° one day, 5° the next, with rain turning to blizzard then sun and rainbows. Before it got frigidly cold a few weeks back, I noticed an exciting new trend among gay and straight guys alike: wear a super deep V shirt under your pea coat so you can expose your sexy chest.

It’s Bandwagon Season!

I like cult things. I like obscure things. I like “best kept secrets.”  I rarely jump on bandwagons. It’s Ok if you do (Miriam relishes hopping on bandwagons for the energy and camaraderie), and it’s Ok if the things you like happen to be the bandwagon du jour (such as my love for Downton Abbey).

Here’s how to recognize if you are prone to the bandwagons effect:

• Would you continue this activity/participate in it if you and your significant other parted ways? 
•  Have you ever enjoyed this activity sober? 
•  If you had some alone time (traveling for business, etc.), would you participate in this activity alone? 
• Is your enjoyment due to irony?

If you answered “no” to any of the above, you, my friend, are a bandwagoneer.

I actually dislike—to the point of dread—this, the bandwagon high season. I do not jump on the following bandwagons:

• Professional sports (including series, playoffs, or bowls) 
• Boston franchises (yes, “local” is its own category—Red Sox, Patriots, Bruins) 
• College sports (including bowls and madnesses) 
• Award shows (including Grammys, Emmys, Oscars) and their parties
• Television programs du jour (especially reality TV)

I admit I am fully susceptible to the bandwagon effect when it comes to:

• The Saint Louis Cardinals

I live in an artist loft building. In October, I hosted the building’s first ever LGBT gathering. I made the poster for the next one, which I am attending in support of the building’s community, and of course, irony.