One of the things that I love, and that was not responsible for my heart shrinking to the cold-dark orb it has become, is COMICS!
How the hell did this image make it into my comics folder?
And while I do really love them – I must admit that I’m out of the scene to some extent. You see, I live in a vast wasteland filled with deserts and oil wells and rattlesnakes – but sadly, not a comic book shop for 100 miles (Texas is a big place). I want to be in the know when it comes to the comic book world just as much as the next nerd guy. While I might not have the necessary skills to let you know what’s happening, I do possess a vast network of spies and KGB-type operatives in that world.
This brings us to Frank aka “I Have Your Shit” (yes, that is his Odin-given name).
If you don't know what's in those boxes just stop reading now (no, not bodies)!
Frank and I have known each other through much of the 2000′s, we used to ‘Zine-it-up’ together back in the Myspace days. He’s the guy who is always posting on my FB, “JJ, you’re an idiot if you don’t go buy this comic right now. Don’t worry about grandma’s oxygen tank, go to the store right now and get it.”
This is what it looks like inside I Have Your Shit's brain when he's looking at himself through his mind's eye when he's drawing himself looking at himself in Portabella-vision.
If he suggests a comic, he does so passionately (kinda screaming sort of) and he means what he says. Frank will be providing my blog with updates on comics, artists, writers, and why he knows X-Men First Class was crap. He has been given full editorial control, his own timetable, and access to the Billy Purgatory private jet to accomplish his mission.
I will be updating you on his progress as he begins to churn the wheel of psychedelic-death and am eagerly anticipating what is coming our way (plus, it’s a day when I don’t have to come up with something to blog and I can write more about vampire girlfriends and LBJ flying around in a UFO).
If comics + badassary could be combined it would = I Have Your Shit, and you will have that shit too, very very soon.!
Right before he turned green and ate up all your chicken.
Nice work.
I like the Lichtenstein-like one best.