books0977:

Camille Claudel in her workshop (1887).
In 1884, a year after her first exhibiton she became a trainee under Rodin. Her roles would also include his assistant, muse, model and confidante. In 1885 Camille became an official collaborator of Rodin’s and with her friend Jessie worked in his studio. During her time with Rodin she helped him complete such pieces as Burghers of Calais in 1895 and Gates of Hell, 1900.

books0977:

Camille Claudel in her workshop (1887).

In 1884, a year after her first exhibiton she became a trainee under Rodin. Her roles would also include his assistant, muse, model and confidante. In 1885 Camille became an official collaborator of Rodin’s and with her friend Jessie worked in his studio. During her time with Rodin she helped him complete such pieces as Burghers of Calais in 1895 and Gates of Hell, 1900.

topsbloobybear:

Steve Gerber’s EXILES #4 explanation — in issue #4 of the Malibu/Ultraverse book EXILES, famously subversive writer Steve Gerber killed ALL the main characters and announced it was the final issue — even with more issues featuring “The Hoaxter and the Carnival of Lies!” solicited.  Though retailers likely weren’t amused, Gerber’s explanation from the end of the issue click for full size) points out the joke he’d pulled off with the series, a dark satire of the team books popular at Marvel/DC/Image at the time, complete with cyborgs and overly-sexualized female characters.  Though the Ultraverse and later Marvel would repeatedly revive the “Exiles” name, the short life of this team is one of the stranger moments in superhero comics — and definitely one of Steve Gerber’s most biting attacks on superhero cliches.

I miss Gerber. Frequently. This is a great example of WHY.

topsbloobybear:

Steve Gerber’s EXILES #4 explanation — in issue #4 of the Malibu/Ultraverse book EXILES, famously subversive writer Steve Gerber killed ALL the main characters and announced it was the final issue — even with more issues featuring “The Hoaxter and the Carnival of Lies!” solicited.  Though retailers likely weren’t amused, Gerber’s explanation from the end of the issue click for full size) points out the joke he’d pulled off with the series, a dark satire of the team books popular at Marvel/DC/Image at the time, complete with cyborgs and overly-sexualized female characters.  Though the Ultraverse and later Marvel would repeatedly revive the “Exiles” name, the short life of this team is one of the stranger moments in superhero comics — and definitely one of Steve Gerber’s most biting attacks on superhero cliches.

I miss Gerber. Frequently. This is a great example of WHY.

Maybe SDCC *won’t* be too sucky this year after all…

Maybe SDCC *won’t* be too sucky this year after all…

Monsters Ball

So… Over at io9.com they have writing prompts, which I’ve had no interest in doing prior, but today’s… today’s seem like a hoot, and so I did a take on it.  It’s below, and you can see the original io9 post here:http://io9.com/concept-art-writing-prompt-the-monsters-that-crashed-t-513586914

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All had been fine until stupid Brian Finkleman yelled “Freebird!”

Well, sure… there was the initial “What The Fuck” moment when the waxed and polished floorboards of the basketball court peeled back like the spiraling streamers hanging from the ceiling, revealing “The Host”… andyesIdiot Tommy Baxter and the rest of football team tried to “be heroic”, screaming they’d defend the class of 2013 until their dying breath. (Dumb Tommy, always looking for a fight.) …but that was short lieved when the tallest member of the Host, Baeleth, scratched the top of his veiny skull, obviously puzzled by Tommy’s challenge.

“My dear boy…” he spoke in a voice echoing like distant thunder and wind chimes “You mistake our intentions, I fear.”

He briefly glanced to the creatures flanking him on both sides, as if to confirm that their original intentions still stood. It appeared they did, as he gave a quick, clipped nod before continuing, “We’ve not come for any sort of ruckus… oh heavens no. We’ve come to dance!”

His tentacle-faced companion with the dreamy deltoids and pecs… Suggoth… quickly chimed in “and punch! Don’t forget the punch!” Baeleth smiled, each tooth in his grin the size of one of a basketball backboard. “Yes, yes, of course good man, the punch as well.”

The tension hung in the air… none of us sure what to do about the Host crashing the prom, until that trampBecky finally cut through the crowd, making a beeline for Suggoth, wrapping her harms around his massive bicep, giggling that he “Looked so strong”, and pulling that stupid little-girl-voice shit that she does, asked “Do you want to dance withme?”

Of course he did.

The fucking tramp.

Suggoth should have been MY Hot-Demon-Beast-From_another-World.

After Becky broke the ice, everyonestarted mingling, the music started pumping again, and I was determined that… before the end of this night, Suggoth was gonna be MY monster.

Drinks and dances, and discussions, and laughter… it’s all a blur. “Actually, we’re not so fond of the ‘Goths’… terribly pretentious and depressing, they are.” Confided She’hekah, an Egyptian creature of some ancient dynasty. Wellvax, a rather badger-y looking fellow who could use some serious time with waxing kept asking Tommy why the folks in England called a game football, and why we called a game football, but it was obviously not the same game. I don’t know who was more confused in that discussion, Tommy or Wellvax.

…and slowly, surely, I was making my way over to Suggoth. I had just the most clever opening line… “Come here often?” and was just about to tap him on his SCRUMPTIOUS muscled shoulder when Brian fucked it all up.

“FREEEEEEBIRDDDD!” He howled with his stupid stoner girlfriend from the top of the scoreboard. I don’t know how he got up there, but that’s Brian… if there’s a way to be the biggest asshole, he’ll figure out how to make it happen.

All of a sudden, the gym was silent. The happy chatter was gone, and the Host… every. Last. One. Of. Them. Turned to look at Brian, then they turned in unison to the DJ. Baeleth was just starting to speak… “Good sir, I begof you, do not play…” when the first strains of that horrible, horrible song came over the speakers.

If I leave here tomorrrrahhh, will ya still reeememberrr meeee…”

Then, all hell broke loose.

Stupid Brian Finkleman.

Rock. The. Fuck. Out.

QOTSA @ Lollapalooza Brazil 2013 [Complete Set] (by jejjhander)

Here’s your #SundaySacrament.

Written by Roger Hodgson with Supertramp in 1979, the lyrics remain as sharp & surgical as ever.

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful, a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical. And all the birds in the trees, well they’d be singing so happily, joyfully, playfully watching me.

But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible, logical, responsible, practical.

And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable, clinical, intellectual, cynical.

There are times when all the world’s asleep, the questions run too deep

for such a simple man.

Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned. I know it sounds absurd but please tell me who I am.

Now watch what you say or they’ll be calling you "a radical, liberal, fanatical, criminal!”

"Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re acceptable, respectable  presentable, a vegetable!”

Oh, Check, check. check it, yeah.

At night, when all the world’s asleep, the questions run so deep for such a simple man.

Won’t you please, please tell me what we’ve learned. I know it sounds absurd but please tell me who I am.

Coz It’s feeling so illogical

D-d-digital

it’s g-g-getting unbelievable

"B-b-bloody Marvelous"

(by MrRogerHodgson)

mingdoyle:

Neptune I: The utmost effort

Neptune II: And all our energy spent

Neptune III: But I let you down

My final three paintings for the “Lazer Lips and Glass Helmets” art show. See all of the pieces and read up on the details! Opens tomorrow and runs through March.

Previously: Venus I - III, Mars I - III

johnbyrnedraws:

Uncanny X-Men #109, page 23 by John Byrne & Terry Austin.

One of my all-time faves

johnbyrnedraws:

Uncanny X-Men #109, page 23 by John Byrne & Terry Austin.

One of my all-time faves

joehillsthrills:

(I was asked to repost this to make it rebloggable, so here it is again)

Sleepyhollowjacks asks: During your Heart-Shaped Box writing days, how did you divide your time between projects? A few days a week on the occasional short story, the rest on Judas? One of my short stories isn’t so…

mikemaihack is brilliant, & proves once again that DC not having him do an “all ages” series is a missed opportunity:

Another Batgirl/Supergirl commission.

mikemaihack is brilliant, & proves once again that DC not having him do an “all ages” series is a missed opportunity:

Another Batgirl/Supergirl commission.