Long post to take care of some shit
• Sketches: Well it was bound to happen sooner or later. With the double whammy of my scanner exploding & going into nyc for the comic con, the daily sketch thing fell apart. I did do little bits of sketching here & there but nothing substantial for the placeholders I had tried to set up. So fuck it. I deleted those & I’ll continue to post sketches & things & I’ll try to be often but daily? eh. Three & a half months though! Yeah nevermind, I know. I suck.
• NYCC: In other news, we went to nycc & this happened:

(made for sean’s blog; via) Sitting at that panel, you know, the one the fire marshal almost made them shut down for? I freaked the hell out when I saw Hunter Gathers, but I nearly had a heart attack when they announced voice work by Toby (ARTIE, THE STRONGEST MAN… IN THE WORLD) Huss this season too.
I met a lot of cool people there, even if some were only for a few fleeting seconds. I know going in more of a fan capacity didn’t really help me in the long run constructively, but talking to the likes of Steranko was pretty cool though, I must say. Team Venture as well, even if it was only to mention things like old TV shows. And it was great meeting Jack & Andre from Void. Speaking of which…
• Void: In other news, my first battle just wrapped up at Void. And while I kind of peetered out towards the end, I managed to win my battle with Fence (who I think did a really kick ass job!) I would have posted this sooner, but there’s sorta this policy about posting comics for the site on other websites until the voting’s all wrapped up. Fair enough. So Sign up & vote on the next one! haha But here, check it out (click to get it all stand alone).

And as an added bonus, here are the original pencils before I took it into photoshop. Originally, the plot involved Fence’s Finnegan character to dupe Slaughterface into not crushing them by going to get drunk. It works & the bigfoot just chucks that tanker into the stratosphere. So, they party around town, drinking & pissing on anything with union jacks on them, & eventually end up in an Irish pub around midnight. When the clock stroked Twelve, they were going to say Slaughterface is officially no longer Irish-for-the-day & boot him out on his ass & call him a schmuck. He gets enraged & is about to take a step back toward the bar when suddenly, the same tanker, from earlier, falls & explodes on the pub, seriously maiming the people inside. And he walks off into the night, smug & still slightly buzzed. But yeah. Uh. It got to that final week & I only had 2 & half pages done & a hectic week with work & shit. So I just truncated that ending a bit.
• Other Things: And there were some other things. But I forget them right now. So Fuck it. But yeah. I dunno. I think I’m scrapping the Daily Sketch business for now in order to get a little extra bit done. I’ll keep filling my sketchbook pages & shit & dump all that here once I get a working scanner, but for the time being, fuck it. Alright. Time to put some of this comic vibe down into pages of my own. Back to work!
-J