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I just received the script for Bite Club: Vampire Crimes Unit, the follow up to Bite Club, the six issue mini-series published by DC/Vertigo last year. Man, the direction this new mini is taking is very, very cool. I can't wait to start drawing it. I have the chance to create a whole new cast of characters as well as revamp (vamp, get it?!) some old ones. You can see the re-design of Fortine below on the May 05 post. There will be more to come. The story is created and written by Howard Chaykin and David Tischman and drawn by me. I'll be turning the art pages in in a digital format so I'll finally be able to do some things to my art that I didn't get to on the previous Bite Club.

The News in Baby: Little Cleo, at three weeks old, has been sleeping upwards of 5 and a half hours at night at a stretch. Yay! More uninterrupted sleep for wife and me. See link at left.

The News in Parker; My man Jeff Parker is all over the place at newsarama.com, so go check out wassup in Parkerville. Also, my other man, Drew "Baby Carrot" Johnson has a blog going on at cursethatmonkey.blogspot.com. Go see.

Here is the cover of a pitch for a graphic novel I came up with in which JFK wasn't assassinated and the Russians are winning the space race. It also features Chicago mob boss Sam Giancanna. Marilyn is still dead, though.

Unused girl design for comic

Let's keel haul any ship captain in the movies who, when his ship is in immanent danger, barks out some stupid order like "Get us outta here!" These are usually sci-fi movies. Han Solo shouting to Chewie, his only crewmember, is one thing, but I would still imagine that the captain of a large ship would give a very specific course change, not something to be left up to the helmsman. Better yet, let's keel haul the screenwriter.

I hate this type of lazy writing where the writer isn't really thinking about what the character would say, but is just sub-consiously borrowing dialog that other characters in other movies have said.

That also goes for the police detective who saunters up onto the crime scene and asks the officer on scene "Whatta we got?" Hack is what we got. And let's lose those obligatory Hawaiian shirts worn by the tech geeks on space stations and deep sea labs. And stop writing kids who address adult men with a "Hey, mister," When was the last time, if ever, you heard a kid say that? Or refer to the old man's house in the neighborhood as "Old man (fill-in-the-blank)'s place?" Fuck that unoriginal spew. And fuck those *quirky* charatcers who are all into Elvis and wear the sideburns and sunglasses and say "Thankyouverymuch" a lot. Hardy fuckin har, ooooooh, what a crazy character.

To be continued.

My daughter was born May 2, 2005, my first child. This pic was taken when she was 2 days old. Only 10 days later and she looks so different now.

Test head. Enjoy.