The girls and I are gonna shoot a video in your driveway

So I'm drawing post-apocalyptic comics because I apparently want to be That Kind Of Comics Person now.  Given my epic consumption of even the trashiest post-nuclear narratives in the last few months, this was probably an inevitable turn-up for the books much like metal fans taking art classes but still ending up drawing skulls and snakes, or - if they're a bit ambitious - bare ladies, but I take some solace that the project more than anything else errs towards shamelessly channeling A Canticle For Liebowitz even though I wasn't consciously doing so going in.  I mean, Mad Max and Fist of the North Star clones are plentiful enough that no-one wants another, surely?
I am gambling on the answer to that one being "yes."

Every time you laugh at a Perrier-nominated act, a little baby dies

Don't cut me in front of my kids

I wasn't in too much of a hurry to watch the final three episodes of Treme, because once it was over, it was over forever, and I knew I would miss seeing an attempt to render real Americans on tv rather than just and idealised version of the most well-off representatives of the population as seen in... well, in every damn tv show from America that I watch.
I recall watching the first couple of episodes of the painful Skins adaptation and running into a wall quite early when the show revealed itself as set in Baltimore, and after seeing the Wire I just didn't recognise this place at all and it might as well have been set on the Moon.  This was my main bone of contention with it, though there were other problems it had - particularly that it was a show for cunts - and the same problem followed me to my viewing of Vampire Diaries spin-off The Originals, which was set in a parallel reality version of New Orleans that I didn't recognise from watching Treme for the last few years, not the city itself, the culture on display, the very, very Caucasian-looking cast, and, of course, there was also that it was a show for cunts.

Despite it ruining lesser television for me and making me an even bigger and more obnoxious snob, I will miss Treme.  I like that it was a show unafraid to show a different aspect of American culture than we're used to seeing, as we sure don't need another show about the New York Irish or Italians, valid though their cultural identity is despite many attempts to ridicule the notion of Guidos as all being mafiosas and Irish Americans all "plastic paddies" or whatever - that is their culture and I believe it's real and a big part of their identity and who they are - but enough with whitey on tv, already, he's had a great run and is not exactly under-represented.
I don't know what the next Treme is going to be, but I want it already.

If you can't express yourself in more eloquent terms kindly shut your cakehole

The universe, for some reason, has given me tickets to a rugby match.
Don't get me wrong, if it's grown men and they're doing it willingly then I respect their lifestyle choices, but in general that kind of thing is not for me.

never be yourself - you're an awful person

Note to self: work on line weight.

And so ends another week and another pitch is in the bag to go show to editors - normally I'd make a joke about how it was going to fail or wasn't up to scratch and I wouldn't blame editors for setting the dogs on me HOHOHO I KNOW I AM LAME SO NO NEED TO KICK ME WHILE I AM DOWN, but you know what?  I do actually take the work seriously now, and objectively I can admit I have tried and I have turned in material to the best of my current ability and I think it is on the same standard as some stuff that I have seen out there which wasn't drawn by me, so What The Hey, People, I have given it the old-school try and if it fails so be it, at least I'll have some blog filler for down the line somewhere and you can point and laugh at my incompetence while I take notes and vow to be better Next Time.

Meanwhile the weekend awaits and I've got some beer and nuts in as the weather outside looks dreadful, so I shall wish you all a dryer weekend than I look to be having and hope you enjoy it wherever you find yourself.

If you stay in the game long enough, you've got to lose

Some appalling colour choices today, but this is what happens when I get 12 hours to put a whole page together - thankfully, pitch pages will go straight in a bin and never embarrass me publicly.  I leave that to karaoke.

Been watching the final season of Treme, a fine antidote to the notion - fuelled by the likes of Glee - that America has no culture.  Hitting the occasional predictable note so far, but still fine television that I'll miss something rotten.

So let's just fire up the Batmanmobile, go to a taco stand and eat some feelings

No screen grabs today as I have been doing "real" work unrelated to comics - because yes, despite evidence to the contrary (the blog, Twitter), I do actually do something constructive with my time - so instead I can only sketch what I picture the end of Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight #79 to be like based entirely on Colin Smith's description of the contents.