Sunday Morning January 14 2018
Another Sunday morning rolls around and here I am, still not entirely free of my cough, but soldiering on. Eventually I’ll catch up with all the posts I’ve missed, but …
365 Days of Cerebus, Day 9: ‘Cerebus’ 8
Travis takes a look at the next issue of Cerebus, number 8, which features the Conniptins and their ideals. Fight! Fight! Fight!
Farewell to a Friend
It was September of 1974, my first day at a new school. I was 15, but I looked 11. My last class of the day was Drama. I was late. I got to walk in after everyone else was in their seats, so I was completely the center of attention. I made my way awkwardly into the room, trying to look less nervous than I was. One of the girls loudly said “Oh, he’s so little! We can use him as an elf at Christmas!” A loud voice erupted from the back of the room. “I got dibs on Santa!” A big guy was sprawled on a sofa against the back wall. He had absurdly large muttonchop sideburns, and was, improbably enough, wearing a dark green choir robe over his shoulders like a cape. That was my introduction to Wally Oden.
My first indie comic: a rambling reminiscence and a brief review
The first indie comic I ever read is a short-lived series called Ismet. It’s very obscure, but I came across it at the tender age of 12 because a few years before that, I had met the guy who would go on to create it, Greg Wadsworth.
365 Days of Cerebus, Day 8: ‘Cerebus’ 7
Illness smacked down Travis briefly, but 365 Days of Cerebus is back, just like Elrod is back in issue 7 of Cerebus, causing trouble.
Ideal Images
Like most of you, I have a platonic ideal of certain characters that I carry around in my head. And a lot of times, it has to do with who I saw play a particular part when I was at an impressionable age. I’ve had a few of them bouncing around in my head this week, so I thought I’d share.