Sunday, July 29, 2007

Simpsons Layman

Yes, the Simpsons generator does not accurately portray just how enormously fat I am.

Nor does it show the cast on my leg, since I broke my ankle last night at Comic Con.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Here's a few of adorable pictures of the sweetest baby in the entire world!!!!


Look at the sweetest baby in the entire world!!... He's allowing Carter to pet him!!!!

Sunday, July 22, 2007

OMG! I think Cyber-Bullying is the most cool and awesome thing EVER!!!

Oh, man, Cyber Bullying is TOTALLY awesome! I don't see what everybody is complaining about. I've just started Cyber Bullying lately and, boy, is it a blast. It's a GREAT way to harass people, and still maintain anonymity. Plus, I love the idea of saying things online to people I wouldn't say to their face. I'm telling you, Cyber Bullying is the way to go, it's totally emboldened me and boosted my self esteem.

I found this awesome chart online, and it's been really helpful (although if I ever talk online to the person who made the chart I'll tell him what an asshole he is--HA!! Cyber Bullying at its finest!!) Anyway, this chart is a handy sort of "how to" guide to Cyber Bullying, and I absolutely LOVE it! I've totally aced the middle column, because I think it's way more fun to be mean over the internet than in real life. My next step is to master the art of "defamatory libel!"

Anyway, I'm going to keep this blog entry short, because I am really dying to get back to Cyber Bullying.

So see you 'round the internet... jerk!!

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

And, lo, there is harmony in the universe.

I got a job!

I wrote a comical book!


Sunday, July 15, 2007

Tek Jansen, and an open letter to SDCC07 attendees

Tek Jansen came out this week, from Oni Press, with art by Scott Chantler, covers by John Cassaday and Scott Chantler, a back-up story by Jim Massey and Robbi Rodriguez, and a main story “co-written” by Tom Peyer and myself. I intended to blog about it, but my personal trainer has gotten himself in a bit of a fix with the INS, and, as you know, what affects Ricki, so affects me. I’d also intended to blog and point out that Tom Peyer would be doing a store signing Saturday at The Comics Dungeon Comic Book shop on 45th Ave in Seattle, but considering what a disaster that turned out to be, it’s probably better I did not.

I just got off the phone with Tom Peyer, who tearfully related the events of yesterday’s signing with a series of low moans and high-pitched blubbering. To say that the signing did not go well would be an understatement. I’ll relay details, but first: a bit of information about Tom.

Tom Peyer is legitimately a legend in comics, and one of the reasons I agreed to “write” with him on Tek Jansen. He has read and written comics more than most of us have been alive, and was entertaining our parents with comic scripts that brimmed with folksy charm and vaudevillian wit. Today, his time long past, he walks with a permanent stoop, shuffling slowly, sometimes shaking, and his forlorn, hangdog face is etched with a long lifetime of hundreds and hundreds of broken dreams. Still, when you look at his faded, blood-shot, tear-streamed, rheumy eyes, you can still see the slightest spark of life, and it never fails to charm the people in his presence. I don’t know a single person who knows Tom who does not love him. He is a kindly old gent from a different era. A gentlemen’s gentleman, and his rich legacy should be respected.

Which makes yesterday’s events all the more disappointing, shocking and shameful. And I hold not just the attendees of the Comics Dungeon store signing responsible, but also the staff, and in particular the store manager Chris, who really should have known better than to offer Tom Peyer a tuna fish salad for lunch. In his advanced years, Tom is not as dexterous as he once was, and much of his lunch ended up on his shirt, and matted in his beard. This drew lots of snickers, comments and low laughter from many of the teens in attendance. The good Mr. Peyer, being from a different generation, does not always understand the parlance and humor of today’s youth, and he gamely played along, assuming people with laughing with him, and not at him. And things then deteriorated further, as one brash youth leaned over the table and tugged on Mr. Peyer’s beard, and then subdued chuckles grew to raucous laughter, and then derisive jeers. I’m extraordinarily disappointed in what happened next, to this poor, dazed old man, as things continued to escalate, and one of the heartless youngsters grabbed Mr. Tom Peyer’s cane and the entire crowd and staff participated in an impromptu game of “keep-away,” while the tired and infirm Mr. Peyer could only fumble around confusedly and haplessly.

To the pair of fans who actually attended this signing to pay homage to Tom Peyer’s bountiful comics history, I salute you. I’d rather not go into any details about the final part of the story. Suffice to say, it will likely be Tom’s final signing, so humiliated was he. Tom is not as young as he used to be, and does not have the control he once did when he is agitated. I have no doubt, if he ever can be convinced to do another signing, he will opt to wear dark blue jeans, rather than lightly-hued khaki slacks, to avoid any further messy embarrassment.

Which brings me to this:

I will be attending this year's San Diego Comic Con, flying in to sign for a SINGLE DAY, for a SINGLE HOUR. My publishers have gone to considerable expense to fly me there, I have an exorbitant appearance fee, and a list of demands that in no way can be considered reasonable. And be warned: I spend about 3 hours a day writing comics, and twice as much time pumping iron, and chiseling my body into muscular perfection. I pop ‘Roids like hard candy, and I have a rage in my heart that makes Chris Benoit look like an Osmond tune played during butterfly mating season on a field of sunflowers.

I would like to ensure there is no repeat of Mr. Tom Peyer’s disastrous signing, and am taking steps to guarantee my safety, and the safety of well-behaved comics fans understandably desperate for my autograph. I advise all attendees of the SDCC07 to read the following, and abide by these expectations I have for you when you line up to receive my signature on your comic:

1. Please stand in a single file line, arms at your side, looking straight ahead, and not talking. Turn off your iPods and your cell phones. Teenagers, that also means NO TEXTING!

2. Look directly at me at all times, but do NOT actually make eye contact. This will be interpreted as an act of hostility and aggression and be returned with punitive measures.

3. Do not stare at my crotch. My body is a temple, and I am just as our Lord God and our Savior Jesus Christ made me, and I would never defile myself with anything as crass as a penile implant. Yes, it is real, and, no, it is none of your business.

4. Address me as “Mr. Layman” or “Sergeant.” You have not earned the right to call me “John.” Nor “Sarge.” Do not presume any familiarity. Do not be surprised if I do not remember you if we’ve met previously, even if we have met repeatedly.

5. Yellow lines designate my 5-foot “fan-free” zone. Please do not cross yellow lines. Unbag your comics and hand them to a member of my support staff or one of my unpaid interns. Do not under any circumstances attempt to touch me, even if you are wearing gloves.

6. No small talk. No chit chat. There is nothing you can say to me I could possibly care about. You have exactly 5 words to attract my interest, with either flattery or a racist joke, 7 words if you are an attractive female, 8 words if you are a supermodel, celebrity or member of the clergy. In the very likely event you do not attract my interest, I will make a lightning fast “zip it” motion with my index finger and thumb across my lips, and you should immediately stifle yourself in mid-sentence and henceforth remain silent. Holding your breath would be a big plus.

7. If I do chose to engage you in conversation, please be aware the very one-sided conversation should consist entirely of compliments. You should offer no criticism toward any aspect of any book I have worked on. I don’t care if you don’t like the assistant editor, the letterer, even the production guy who laid the UPC code on the cover. If you have anything negative to say, keep it to yourself. If you any have any negative thoughts, purge them from your mind, because I can read it on your face, and there is no human force that can stop me from getting out of my chair and beating you within an inch of your life.

I offer you the following list for your own well-being. I can and will not be responsible, morally, legally or financially, for any heinous bodily harm you suffer for failing to capitulate to the demands on this list. Reading this and/or attending San Diego Comic Con means you agree to abide by the above, and I hereby waive any responsibility for my actions if you incur my terrible wrath.

Have I made myself clear?

Thursday, July 12, 2007

More Harrowing "Tails" of Feline Urinary Misadventure

The good news: We rented our townhouse in Seattle.

The bad: Reggie did so much "damage" to the downstairs carpet the carpet cleaners could not fix the stains and smell. We have to replace the downstairs with new carpet.

But... I ask you:


Monday, July 09, 2007

In Praise of Silverfish

As an award-winning winner of the fantastically pretigious Bloggo award, I recognize my duty to you, the morose, lonely blog reader. I take very seriously my "job" as a blogger, with daily updates, the very best in entertainment and information. As a rule, I shy away from blogging about comics that are not my own. In my opinion, there is nothing more pathetic than some whiny sad, sack fanboy kvetching about their weekly haul. It's even more pathetic if that poor dork is a fan of DC. And while paying compliments to DC, particularly Vertigo, causes me literal physical pain, today I must endure a few painful kidney spasms for a shout out for David Lapham's new book Silverfish.

David Lapham's STRAY BULLETS series is my favorite Favorite FAVORITE comic, and when a new Stray Bullets comes out, it's always an occasion to celebrate. In this case, Silverfish is a self-contained crime story which might as well be a Stray Bullets story (sorta like his other non-Stray Bullets graphic novel, Murder Me Dead.) I just figure Lapham is trying to get a better paycheck than he gets from his self-published stuff, plus going through Vertigo is a good way to reach a wider audience, which Stray Bullets totally deserves.

Is a good story, lots of tense moments, sorta History of Violence through the twisted Lapham lens. I was literally on the edge of my seat throughout the story, and there's not a lot of comics or comic creators that can have that affect on me.

Anyway, I totally recommend this, just like I recommend each and every issue of Stray Bullets. So I'm breaking my rule about pimping other peoples comics. This is good stuff. Buy it today.

We know return to our regular (Bloggo Award Winning!!!) programming.

Saturday, July 07, 2007

I got my scanner up and running.

Consequently, The Layman Backlist has been updated with a couple months worth o' Da New Shit.

Thursday, July 05, 2007


End of the line for Ol' Layman