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When I Grow Up I Wanna Have Scoobies

Friday, January 30th, 2009

Every time a new supernatural/comedy/drama (and any combination thereof) show appears on TV my heart sinks. Not because I don’t want to watch that kind of thing, but it is yet another nail in the coffin of my dreams of bringing Hope For The Future to TV.

Since I started this comic there have been several TV shows and movies that have come along and done what I was trying to do but better. And then there’s stuff like Demons.

It’s an unimaginative title from the get go. They should have gone with We’re Going For Some Of That Sweet Doctor Who Money or We Hope No One Remembers Buffy. Lip service references to Bram Stoker aside, the true progenitor of this show is of course Joss Whedon’s best known work. “Chosen One”, mysterious mentor, mystical underworld, teen angst all checked off, but with all the humour and personality drained out of it. There’s also a rather weird ethnic cleansing subtext too – the grizzled demon hunter played by Gene Hunt refuses to acknowledge these fantasical entities by their names and just calls them things like “a type 12” – another great way to avoid any possible sense of wonder or mystery.

Truthfully, I never bothered watching past the first episode (in which the main villain was a demon, sorry, Type 12 played by Mackenzie Crook, seemingly channelled several of Paul Whitehouse’s characters from The Fast Show), so I apologise if it suddenly got brilliant in subsequent installments. For a series that considers a character called Luke being told to “use the force” to be witty dialogue, I kind of doubt it.

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Ten Years of Hate

Tuesday, February 10th, 2009

Wary of the fact that I always seem to write about the same sort of subject matter (Star Wars, The Watchmen movie… uh Star Wars) I suppose I should write about something other than nerd stuff. So this one, like this one, is for the ladies…

This month sees the tenth anniversary of Heat Magazine, although, as TV Cream‘s weekly mailout reminds us, it’s much changed from its initial incarnation as a sort of Time Out Junior which was aimed, we recall, at people “who move house and set up the CD player before they put up the curtains”. I remember my flat mate getting it, purely for the TV listings, although fairly early on we noticed a move towards coverage of who’s going out with who, and why you should care type bollocks.

I can’t find any evidence for this but I swear an early issue was adorned with the face of Darth Maul. Not surprising, seeing as every single magazine in the world was jumping on the Episode One bandwagon that year, but it certainly wouldn’t happen with today’s Heat. Well, not unless Jordan claimed to be fucking the Dark Lord of The Sith, anyway.

Heat coincided with the appearance of Big Brother, unsurprisingly and the two have been feeding off eachother ever since. I remember being in that same flat and being horrified when my flatmate announced that he would be watching the BB final and not the latest episode of Buffy. Now of course I have given in to its all pervasive influence and it’s regularly on in our house. I even sat rapt while watching Rachel (I bet you’d forgotten her already, hadn’t you?) win last year’s, using a combination of being nice but a bit thick, not saying anything remotely inflammatory and being viciously hated by everyone else in the house for no good reason.

Ho hum. Happy birthday Heat. May you never tire of rooting through the detritus of celebrity “culture” and making women feel bad about themselves. As a special treat, here’s some unpublished covers.



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Thing Report

Monday, March 30th, 2009

 

On our (late) arrival at this years UK Web & Minicomix Thing, an errant “N” caused us to be renamed “Flying Mo’key”. I think this sounds better. It’s a good job our image has always been shambolic and self effacing rather than one of slick professionalism, especially when we had to resort to using the same tatty old red tablecloth we’ve had since 2005 and having to give out flyers with the wrong url on (although to be fair, that’s Lycos’ fault. Damn you Lycos!)

And so to our traditional convention report. Most people will have tales of schmoozing with other talent, and reviews of new groundbreaking work discovered. This will have none of those. It will however feature me pontificating in a long winded manner. No change there then.

These pics, drawn by me and inked by Andrew, remind me of Evan Dorkin's work. This should come as no surprise as we both idolise him.

These pics, drawn by me and inked by Andrew, remind me of Evan Dorkin's work. This should come as no surprise as we both idolise him.

My strip for the Convention Anthology, Godiva Jones: Warrior Princess of Mars, turned out quite well, even though I forgot about it until the last minute. I was going for a kind of Frank Frazetta/pulp magazine style illustration, which is of course completely at odds with everything I was selling, but hey ho. It’s the only new comics work I’ve done in ages, as was pointed out to me a few times by punters who had bought all of my stuff years ago. It’s a fair cop. 

Chimpanzee Democracy:  A collection of Andrew’s strips from the Flying Monkey site was certainly a hit with “The Kids”, which led us to badger him to do more for most of the day. When we weren’t doing that we were planning our next collective masterpiece. After our trailers for Flying Monkey Comics and Hope for the Future issue 10, not to mention our Halloween Special Musical Zombietacular and , we decided to use our combined skills to craft another multimedia extravaganza. Now all we need is an idea, so let us know if you have one. 

Lots of people we spoke to mentioned Watchmen, unsurprisingly enough, so I thought I would attempt to capitalise on the general interest in squid

Last year, there seemed to be about 12 people, and 9 of those were exhibitors. This year the attendance was much higher, a fact borne out by the fact that our first sale was pretty early, whereas we usually have to wait a couple of hours and go through several stages of depression. 

Some hastily drawn portraits, done so we would have something to stick on our wall

These hastily drawn portraits were done so we would have something to stick on our wall

When I wasn’t pimping for Spotify, I was still unable to explain to semi interested punters what Hope for the Future is actually about. “Like Buffy but not as good” is probably the most accurate (and effective). Of course when you are trying to engage with the public (and draw stuff, to prove that you can), you don’t really get a lot of time to check out everyone else’s work. From what I saw, there was some excellent work around, but not being willing to fight my way through the hordes of studenty girls and men who resemble MJ Hibbert, I ended up not really networking. Of course I don’t expect any fabulously talented artists out there would want to draw my scripts rather than their own stuff, but you never know. It may be the only way you’ll get to know what happens.

My new character, Tungsten Dude

 We sold quite a lot of stuff this year, and even met a few people who described themselves as fans (and asked why we didn’t have any new stuff). However, if you were the bloke that bought the copy of Hope for the Future book 2, and asked me to do a sketch in it, you forgot to come back, so let me know where I can send your book. That’s a stone cold collectible now!

Greg, looking peeved

Greg, looking peeved

Although we didn’t have enough time to look around too much, and we weren’t drunk off our asses like we were at Thoughtbubble, we had a great time. I’ll write another post linking to some of the stuff I was given and what I liked in the anthology. Thanks to everyone who came up and said hello. Superthanks to anyone who bought stuff. Can’t wait to do it again. Next time we’ll bring the ukelele.

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