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JTHM signed headshot prints entering retirement!

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One of the first items to go up in my tiny webstore, this print is feeling old and its knees are all wobbly, and it’s time to say goodbye to it as we put it on a boat and set that boat on fire, just like a viking, or that old lady that was being mean to the neighborhood cats.

Grab it by Sunday and say a prayer to PRINT JESUS that this print has a good journey.

JTHM: Floor Damage Screen Print V2

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Over at $Z.99, one of the most frequently asked questions received is “Hey, $Z.99, when can I buy that Floor Damage screen print that keeps saying it’s sold out? I need it to live or I’ll die eventually someday possibly of natural causes.” The answer to that question is always the same, you CAN’T buy that print ever again, because it’s gone, guys, gone forever into the dark night of limited screen prints. That’s the whole idea! I mean, they wouldn’t be all that special if we just kept printing them over and over. We’d be denying a whole bunch of people that glorious feeling of loss and guilt and shame at not being one of the select few who got their hands on the things. Pff…

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New Headshot Miniprint for SDComicon!

Kind of a late addition, but this one kind of surprised me as well.  Just started drawing it yesterday and it just kept going, so it looks like I’ll have a few of these on hand at Comicon this weekend along with the previous Johnny headshot.

Actually had a lot of fun doing this, this being the first time I sincerely had a go at most of these guys in many years, figuring out how I’d draw them in modern times.  The doughboy’s hats are probably the most noticeable, along with Psychodoughboy’s blue eyes.  The doughboys were always drawn as pretty much the same person only with different skins, and that bothered me in retrospect since one is supposed to be more manic and the other depressive.  Here, Psycho’s a bit more glum and Eff’s looking appropriately chipper.  As for Eff, his mouth’s way more fun to draw now.

Look for it in your grocer’s freezer…or at the SLG Booth this weekend.

 

 

Emerald City Comicon Approaches, AND SO DO I.

Are you going to The Emerald City Comicon this coming weekend?  Really?  SO AM I!  Wow, what are the chances, huh?  We should be best friends or at least complete strangers separated by the distance of a convention booth.

And what a fine booth it shall be:  THE TOPATOCO BOOTH.  I know, it’s not my usual SLG booth, but SLG won’t be there, and the Topatoco people were nice enough to let me squat with them for a bit.

I also have a discussion panel on Saturday at 5PM in room 3AB, but it’s going on at the same time as George Takei’s panel, so if I’m not at my own panel just go ahead and ask my empty chair questions and it’ll probably be way more tolerant than I would have been!

As usual, I’ll have some prints sewn into my body and it’ll be up to you to use the specially supplied tongs to extract them.  I might also just be carrying them around in a little case, so if you don’t see the tongs you’ll have to assume they’re in the case.

It’ll be kind of a NNY-sack since it’s just jammed full of JTHM related stuff, the Floor Damage Prints and some Johnny headshots I printed up since people seem to like having photos signed.

The Floor Damage prints’ll eventually go up for sale on $Z.99 and are $60.   I’m not sure about the headshots, yet.  I’ll have around 20 of those in my insides/carrying case, and those’ll be 25 bucks since they’re smaller than my usual mini prints.  Each one will have a hand inked cockroach on it.  Could that roach be Mr. Samsa?  I DUNNO…it kind of looks like him, but then again he looks exactly like a regular cockroach.  Pretty mysterious.  Either way, buy a print and I’ll maybe give you one of those little Z? stickers I had made.  WHAT A BARGAIN?  (not really a bargain)

 

WHY I DO IT?! nub nub

I’m doing it again!  I’m drawing things I’m not supposed to be doing!  Very important people call me up to have me work on their very important things and they say “Jhonen, we need this thing FAST and only YOU can do it for us because you’re sooOOooOoo cool!?

I graciously agree to do the work for them, and then I always start doing exactly what I shouldn’t, like drawing that guy up there thinking of some kind of…nuclear nub thing, when really what I should be doing is saving the world or whatever it is I’ve been hired to do by whatever secret agency.  Ah well, it only took a few minutes and I’m sure the world is juuuuust fine.

Johnny the Digicidal Maniac: UPDATE 1!

Who could forget that classic scene?

4 A.M, the streets are thick with the undead and I’ve got a Star Trek Voyager marathon going on Netflix.  Janeway’s in love with a hologram and it’s maybe one of the saddest, most pathetic episodes of this show yet.  Also, I’ve just completed scanning the first three issues of JTHM original pages.

There won’t be too many things of note during just the scanning phase, mostly things I notice about the actual physical pages themselves, weird doodles I find on the edges or even the backsides of the pages.  The real fun, or horror, will probably be when I go into the actual files for cleanup and corrections as, contrary to what people might think, I don’t really read my stuff very much after I’ve completed it.  I don’t actually know the last time I read an issue of JTHM.  I actually don’t even have copies of the issues myself!

That brings me to one of the first, and strongest reactions I’ve had to just even glancing at the pages while scanning them:  Almost all of the actual writing in the book feels a little foreign to me.  It’s not because I deny ever having written the stuff, but it’s just that I really don’t swim around in the books after finishing them.  So while people make references to stuff, quote characters and allude to situations in the book, I don’t always know what the hell they’re talking about, or I’ll recognize it but have no real response to it beyond acknowledging that yes, I did indeed write that.  It’s nothing less than awesome that people quote my crap at all, but I think I would not be true to myself if I didn’t tell them to shut the fuck up and then taze them in their balls and or labia.

That scenario plays itself out much more often with Invader ZIM references, but it’s the same thing.   Rikki Simons has every right to want to murder me for writing the Doom Song.

It’s not a new thought, and like I said, it was one I revisited  quite a bit once ZIM was a thing, but looking through these JTHM pages, I’m reminded of when i first started having them thanks to things like the Meanwhile where Devi’s date shits his pants.

Even Johnny himself, on that Twitter account I made for him, makes almost no reference to anything he did or said in the comics.  It’d become the thing of fanfic, using bits and pieces of old corpses to construct something “new” out of an old mess.

Another thing I was reminded of is how obvious it is that I had never done a comic book before, not a real one.  The way some of the pages are formatted and taped together is pretty hilarious to me now.

Top notch storage facilities.

Almost every page was done on Bristol paper, but there was no real consistency to the size of paper I used.  Some pages were drawn to scale, some were on 11″x14″ paper  while others were on 14″x17″ sheets.  Fortunately I’ve quite a big scanner (that’s right, ladies), so it’s no problem dealing with them now, but I’m not entirely sure just why I used such large paper.

For the first few issues, anything with gray tones in it was generally done with markers, and it shows, with the darker areas apparent from where the marker strokes went back over themselves.  What I had forgotten was that I wasn’t actually using markers directly on the original ink work.  I think I originally started that way, but quickly saw that the markers were dragging the black ink away, creating a nasty smudge effect.  Seems I would finish inking a page, and then make photocopies of them.  Kinkos Copies was a huge part of my life while working on those first comics, almost to the point of being a nightly ritual.  I would finish a page, drive to Kinko’s around 2 or 3 in the morning, and print out a couple of copies, some sized down to the actual comic book scale just so I could marvel at how it would eventually look in people’s fat hands.  I actually had a friend who worked there, so it was half visit, half getting in actual social interaction.

From there, I would shade the copies, sometimes the scaled down ones, sometimes the full sized ones.  The full sized ones I would cute apart, panel by panel, shade them, and glue them to the backs of the original pages.  I must have that that was very clever because the first few Meanwhiles were done that way.

Another common stop on my post page circuit was a stop to the grocery store where I’d often just park and weep in the parking lot, wondering if my life would always be that awesome.

Eventually the tears would stop, the sobbing would relax to just a few snotty hitches, and I’d drive back home and likely watch horror movies and play some sweet, sweet Sega Genesis.

Oh, one more thing.  This was drawn almost microscopically in the corner of one of the backs of the pages.  He seems happy to have finally been found.

 

 

 

 

Scanny the Homicidal Maniac

One of the most iconic panels from Johnny the Homicidal Maniac

If you know me primarily as “that guy who once saved my village with only his sweet dance moves”,  you might not know that I once created a decently well-known comic series by the name of ‘Johnny the Homicidal Maniac’.  The comics featured a character that I had created not too long before in my high school years and were damn fine excuse to experiment with figuring out various ways to render blood spraying over the course of several issues.

That was over a hundred years ago, and though extremely rough and haphazard in its execution, the series has stuck around and garnered steady attention since its release all those years ago, proof of the lasting power of the classical themes of stabbing, shrieking, and laughing.

And now I’m looking at the eventual release of these comics on digital formats.

Before that can happen, however, there’s a bit of editing that needs to be done to the original pages before the digital versions can ever see the backlit light of day, and that means lots and lots of scanning.

Normally, the idea of scanning so much old work would make me a little sick, prompting me to hire someone to do all the scanning for me while I laugh at them, but I’ve gotta admit, there’s something fascinating about touching the old originals for the first time in ages.  I’ve always been really bad about caring for my originals, those pages that I did on bristol paper before I moved to doing penciling and inking on the computer.  Each page is a kind of record of various days and nights of my life while working on those books, and just staring at the pen strokes on the smooth paper or seeing ghosts of pencil work is like running a needle on a record in my brain, replaying moods and even specific moments in my timeline.  Pretty neat, really.

The books, despite SLG reprinting them countless times, are riddled with typos, and that’s one of the things I’d like to take care of, as well as maybe cleaning up some of the artwork that didn’t quite make the jump from paper to comic very successfully.

Also, I am going to make Darth Vader say “No.  NooOOOOOoooo!” at the end to keep a certain continuity with the prequels.

I thought it’d be fun, or just annoying, to do these occasional posts about some of the stuff that pops into my head while scanning and preparing JTHM for digital distribution, and so the benefits will get passed on to you, the loyal reader.

I haven’t really begun the process in earnest just yet, looking at getting into it later tonight, but I can already tell you one  thing about the original pages at least:  I take horrible care of my originals, always have.

Things are a little different and a bit more computer-based now, but back when I first started doing comics professionally (ehhehhehh) I’d spend about two days on a page, pencilling one day and inking the next, including the lettering and all.  I’d finish up long after everyone was already asleep, and I’d repeat the process until the book was done.  I’d then drop the pages off at SLG’s headquarters, wait for a book to magically come out of the process, and I would receive my original pages back.

Those original pages would then be wrapped in paper, the way you see fishes wrapped up at a butcher’s shop, and thrown into a closet.

Often times, they wouldn’t even get that sort of loving treatment and just be strewn about the floor for me to wander around in my usual, naked, absent-minded stupor.  I found some pages from ‘I Feel Sick’ a few years back that way, filthy with shoe prints and nudity residue.

Nudity residue.

If you’re more the type who gains satisfaction from toiling for others and you know of some big, ugly typos or grammatical screw-ups, send an email with these observations to mr.scolex@questionsleep.com with the subject line “FIX JTHM”.  Now, I know, based on most of the actual mail I receive at that address, that grammar is the least important thing to a lot of my readers, but it doesn’t hurt to ask, ya know?

Where mah Squee! pages at!