Issue Three

I Am Rage number three is really late, but I can see the finish line. I've had a lot of delays and there's just nothing I can do but keep working.
However, number four is on indefinite hold. Instead, I'm going to go into "between issues" type of strips, on a weekly basis. I'm thinking Wordpress is where I'll put that, because I can plug in a navigation tool, which Blogger doesn't seem to have, without getting stuck on a crappy webcomics host with crudely drawn, poorly written fetish fuel types of comics. Sitting next to crap may make your stuff look like a Masterwork, in comparison, but people are still run off by the stink.

Joe Kubert Cover Homage

With Joe Kubert's death, I wanted to do a cover swipe homage. I was also wanting to experiment with a different kind of coloring and to do something for Erik Larsen. So I shot this out in record time, yesterday.

This coloring method is much faster and I'm applying it to the comic, now. Which means it should only be a month late. Look, shit happened, it's late, but I've hit a stride, now. Should be done, soon.

Prologue

Princess Plum

Movie Bob was on about why wasn't there a bad girl version of Princess Peach, a la Wario and Waluigi. He mentioned a few parameters, so I decided to do up a design as a warm up. The line work is for shit, because I wasn't warmed up and my hand was behaving like a child in a supermarket. I still thought it was cute, even if it does kinda look like a Bratz doll.

Warren Ellis' Commentary On the Opening Ceremony

I've been following Warren Ellis (the comic book writer) on Twitter. He's a funny guy.
Here is his commentary as he watched the opening ceremony for these Olympic Games.

Points to Danny Boyle for a genuinely creepy start to the opening ceremony. It's all some kind of hideous fucking Summoning
I will pay serious money for it to end with Ken Branagh inside the Wicker Man. 
Ken Branagh now stands in a glowing Circle Of Power as giant smokestacks rise up and fuck the very sky. This is deeply odd.
Oh, it's time to be sad. Animatronic muttonchops on Victorian gentlemen deploy to "sad" position. Ken Branage is eating a baby. 
It appears that the One Ring has been forged, in Birmingham.
Victorian industrialists are dance-miming beating poor people to death with their penises I think 
The Olympic Rings are forged, raining torrents of scourging fire down on the peasants who were forced to make them. Good message there.
Wait, James Bond has come to shag the Queen 
He's going to bend her over a corgi any second now
I see Prince Philip couldn't fake another bladder infection to get out of this one. Maybe he can ask James Bond to just shoot him. 
The Queen has summoned the armed forces and is announcing that everyone in the stadium must die to activate the hidden gods of Albion.
Okay, she's not, but that would have been right in character for this show. Did I mention I'm quite ill? 
Somewhere in the background, Ken Branagh is riding around in a cart made entirely of black people, setting model villages on fire
And now, a tribute to the National Health Service, entitled "Here's Another 27 Million Pounds You Can't Have." 
I somehow always knew that the soundtrack to the apocalypse could well be "Tubular Bells." Next up: child sacrifices!
Here comes a performance of the music from Chariots Of Fire. Stage is of course aptly decorated with dead marathon runners. 
Rowan Atkinson, folks, keeping comedy dead.
Okay, now a house full of people is being surrounded by glowing worms. I'm not sure who I'm rooting for. Possibly the worms.
mod dalek-loompas 
i swear to christ "Tiger Feet" by Mud was really not a cultural pinnacle we needed to reveal to the rest of the world
i don't feel very well and i don't know how much of what i'm seeing is actually happening 
My daughter just said: "Underage sex! Another great British pastime!"
During the 90s sequence, if you looked carefully, you could see Shaun Ryder selling the audience dodgy E's from a Sainsbury's carrier bag 
And now we celebrate the forthcoming red-giant phase of our dying sun. I think.
What if this whole thing was the intended original ending of the Danny Boyle film "Sunshine"? 
BBC commentators have informed us that Burundi is where tea comes from and that names from other countries are strange and exotic.
Sadly, the North Korean team may not walk on inside a giant inflatable political punishment camp. But, given the show so far, I have hopes. 
Am holding out for the final part, where the Tardis appears in a five-ring halo of purifying flame and John Barrowman has sex with everybody
Lord Coe of Cola has turned up to give a strangely Nietzschean sermon on the mount, only with more business motivation. 
Oh god that was heartbreaking. Muhammad Ali is there. His tender is saying "Wave, Muhammad," but he's not in there any more. He can't.
In happier news, it seems the United Nations have elected a female "champion of the earth." 
Okay, they did this right. The flame lit by seven young athletes, both genders, mixed races, sent on their way by medallists of the past.
And that cauldron of flame is a magnificent piece of engineering. 
All it needs now is for Paul bloody McCartney to turn up and ruin everything. OH WAIT

More Teaser Art

Jason Pearson does Norman Rockwell

I like Jason Pearson. I think he's one of those artists who's never gotten enough attention. It's not the most famous of Rockwell's paintings, but this little homage makes me smile.
Hat tip to I Love Comic Covers, for the side by side.