When you Orcs are through fighting, you can clean up this tell, it is a pig sty and a disgrace. Do you hear me? Just look at this mess– skulls and guts everywhere. Do you act like this at home? Pick up those snakes. Put those truncheons in the iron maiden. Don’t look at me like that. STOP THAT! When will you two ever learn? Oh my god, this runnel is destroyed. What were you thinking? I should brain you both. Stop sniveling and stand up straight. Where are your pants???? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? You think that I can afford a new house? I am calling the ENTS to put an end to this mayhem. They can squeeze you out like toothpaste, for all I care. Yes, they will, they will take you away to a nuthatch, the two of you and you can boozle and pummel yourselves senseless and sleep in a mire. A MIRE! A big fat stinking swill of a mire! I bet you would. I just bet you would. Come here, you wretched maniac. I’m not through with you. Strew those reeds on that bloodlump. Put that ham back in the icehouse. My, my, you REALLY had a time here, didn’t you. You are SO going to regret this. Why do you make me punish you? Orca, put more coal in the BAAL and Orkin, pump the bellows. Put those ingots of lead in the hopper. RIGHT NOW. Because I said so, that’s why. I’m not doing this for my health. Momma momma momma. I am not ready for this. DON’T MAKE THAT FACE AT ME!
July 10, 2010
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This reminds me of a comic Jim Woodring from his Jim series. Where there was a chief figure angry at a young upstart. I was wondering how you respond to his drawings and visions?
Comment by Jude Killory — August 13, 2010 @ 12:49 am
This story idea was not a very original thought. Fun and Fluff. I have probably seen a lot of versions of this idea. Listing the cliches was the fun of it.
I love Jim’s work. Beautifully conceived and rendered in his unique ‘furrowed row’ cross hatching method and very precise. How ever the wavy rows of hatch lines overlap, that configuration affects our visual and associative sense of chaos or calm, and though his subject matter is very often threatening to plunge the viewer into pure unconceivable trans-dimensional hellishness, the means of expression is most often very calm. The calm is bait to lull the reader into entering the horrifying uncanny zones Jim explores and threatens to expand. He backs off to keep us from fainting.
Comment by Gary Panter — August 13, 2010 @ 11:54 am