I’ve been reviewing THE HERO NEXT DOOR so I can get the fine details right for future books in that series. Haven’t set a date for it to happen but it will, and in the coming years. Nick Stavros has a big role to play in the DreadVerse.
Here’s some of the stuff I looked up for him when I put the visuals together for him in 2017.
1971 Dodge Demon
Nick’s has the hood scoops, and an all-black paint job.
Padded motorcycle shirt
Hard knuckle motorcycle gloves
Hard-toe side-zip boots
Hardest image to find was the mask, I basically had to make that up, but you can see it in the illustrations.
I’ve been rewatching Beast Wars with my boys, remembering what it was like to get into it as a kid, even though I was one of maybe three kids I knew who cared what it was.
Like any kids show, each episode is elaborate 22-minute commercial to sell toys. Companies figured that out in the 80s once Star Wars figures started selling like hotcakes. (T0 date, Star Wars toys have grossed roughly double the amount of money that the movies have at the box office. Think about that.)
Since I was in the business of buying those toys when the show was on, the show worked on me exactly as it was supposed to. Now I have twenty-plus years of writing under my belt and I can see the story for the mess that it is.
That’s fine though. It’s still cool to check out clips of the ‘bots and let my imagination run with it. That’s what good toys do. You shouldn’t be restricted to what it was “made for,” you should be able to goof off in your mind and do whatever you want. That was why I ended up becoming a writer.
At the end of the day the show was good enough to sell me toys, and great enough to entertain me when I was sitting in math class, refusing to pay attention.
Summer of 2001 was 20 years ago at this point, and now I feel really old. Then again, I’m now married with three kids, a mortgage, a career, and all that stuff, so I haven’t exactly been sitting on my hands.
That particular summer was a year of transformation for me, as I spent months practicing on the varsity Cheer squad at my high school. I had visible six-pack abs for the first time in my life.
Anyway, since I’m trying to teach my sons that they can physically level up if they keep trying something, we’re doing a workout program this summer of my own invention. It’ll be tough, but that’s the point. They’ll go into the fall with the confidence of someone who can run and do pushups and all that with ease. We call it “Bison Bros” because the bison is the official animal of America, and we’re Americans. #legit.
We just finished our first week. It wasn’t easy, because hey, that’s life these days, but we got it done.
Once upon a time there was a huge dude in Kenya who played rugby for their national team, and ended up getting signed to a linebacker position by the Indianapolis Colts for half a million dollars.
He never really dialed into the position, but he was pretty cool to watch during the offseason when I had nothing better to do, kind of like now. Anyway, several years ago when I was still hype on the Grigson-era Colts (mistake), Daniel Adongo said the above stuff in an interview, and he’s right.
The bad music you listen to, the snacks you allow yourself to have, the nonsense you read on the Internet, all of it matters when you’re trying to make yourself improve. Even if it doesn’t seem like a lot.
Inversely if you listen to good music and read good books and follow good people online and I dunno back Graham’s Patreon so you can access his more gooderly things, you’ll do better. You’ll probably even look jacked like Adongo up there. Worth a shot.
Last year doesn’t really count because the WuFlu screwed everyone out of a traditional awesome American summer. I’d really like to remedy that in ’21.
There’s plenty of stuff out there telling you to be miserable and grumpy and angry at the world, and you know what? It’s horse crap. All of it. Humanity’s problems are largely a matter of scale because A) there has never been a higher population of people on Earth before, and B) those people have never had global access to one another’s thoughts and impressions, making them C) susceptible to manipulation by faceless entities on the other end of a digital screen.
So don’t feed bull crap to your brain. Get out and have an awesome summer like you did as a kid. Get stuff off your slate. Simplify. Go outside. Hike. Eat watermelon. Have fun. Single peeps? Fall in love. Married peeps? Go on dates and shoot the breeze for a change. Get in the pool. Get the grill going. Change jobs, read books, watch movies, whatever. Just…have a damn good summer, ok?
For those who’ve been following the release schedule for Adventure Hour, you know I’m currently working on GUILD. The cover art is underway, just slow going.
As you can see, I’ve got the basic poses down and stuff. The detailing takes longer and the coloring is relatively quick.
Episode 1 is already up, and I’ve got 6 more scheduled.
After that I’ll do a short story that doesn’t have a title yet, it’s just a spoof of a certain YA paranormal romance that you’ve probably heard of and did not enjoy. You’ll enjoy mine. That’s why you’re here.
That’ll just be one episode, maybe as long as two hours, and then the next serialized adventure will pop up, called ENGINES OF MERYKA: HOWLING WILDERNESS.
The usual staples of fries and fruit will be on hand, as well as the weapon of choice, Dad’s Root Beer.
I web-searched this image and it came up as a Twitter account image that got suspended…so you can search it, but you can’t see the tweets. LOL AF. Remember that Twitter is un-American and you shouldn’t be on it unless you’re a GA reaching out to the people who need it.
This is just one of many videos put together by Jake Westbrook on YouTube. I found his stuff back in the fall, he has awesome Autumn tunes, Halloween tunes, Thanksgiving music, Winter tunes that aren’t Christmas, Christmas tunes that are old school awesome, and more.
Dunno what he went to college for, but I’m glad he did, because he keeps finding excellent music from the past. Check it out.
Last year I drew puns of all 45 presidents, from Washington to Trump. Here’s just one of them.
I’ve considered doing a whole artbook of the elections from 1789 to 2020 and if there’s literally any interest in it at all, I’ll greenlight that beast.
Just one comment. One comment that isn’t a spambot or porn virus from India. Do it. I freaking dare you to do it. You yella? Bet yer yella. Comment on this post for Graham’s take on each American election, illustrated with punnery and punditry in unequal measure.