A weekly strip by Fraser Geesin

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The book Dream Date by Tim Leopard and Fraser Geesin is available from Running Water Press or from Amazon.

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Before you go any further you should read (or remind yourself of) what Amy had to say about her in his ancient Rogue’s Review. It’s a little bit woolly in places but it’s also full of great ideas and he covers most of what I have to say here and then some. Not only that, he manages, in true Poodle style, to anticipate popcrime and Morrison’s it all happened approach to the bat-characters, but instead of focusing on Bruce he spends his energy on Selina. His take on her relationship with Holly is especially cool.

Stop heading down. His is better. Go read and come back.

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M is the British comic creator’s surname initial par excellence.

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You are nine months into the nineties revival! Do not let these pamphlets decieve you!

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So it goes right back to Morrison’s very first issue, does it?

A weekly strip by Fraser Geesin

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The book Dream Date by Tim Leopard and Fraser Geesin is available from Running Water Press or from Amazon.

Hi true believers! Sorry INSOMNIA has been away for so long but REAL LIFE and paying work have conspired to get in the way of my once tight weekly scheduling. But fear not, I’ll return soon with the latest PULSE-POUNDING installment!!!
In the meantime I thought I’d share with you a page from yhe SUN RA comic strip I worked on with the right honorable Lord Nuneaton Savage, for the SUN RA book published by the venerable HEADPRESS:

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You can pick up a copy of the SUN RA book from the Headpress website, which features essays, interviews, diatribes and comics about the legendary skronk-master himself…well worth a look.

Until the next time, true beleivers, MAKE MINE FREE JAZZ!!!

The ever lovin’ Beast.

A weekly strip by Fraser Geesin

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The book Dream Date by Tim Leopard and Fraser Geesin is available from Running Water Press or from Amazon.

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This is just perversion pure and simple. Morrison understands the best villains should be perverts, and while, yes, dodgy, perverts are people too, and we’re all perverts, etc., i wouldn’t have it any other way. That whispered ‘yes’ is gold. This thomas has waited his entire life to see his wife and child slaughtered in front of him – it’s the fulfillment of a dream, why he got married and had a kid in the first place – and now he’s off to have the biggest orgy ever while shouting ‘WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU? INNOCENCE!’

And we all know where that leads, the spaffing out of the sun.

I love Matt Seneca and so do you. His last two posts on Batman alone are perhaps some of the most articulate, evocative, and downright passionate words I’ve ever read on the art [ed - not the writing. See the comments below] of drawing men in knickers.

Stop fucking about and get over there

Quitely – Batman 700

Irving – Batrob 13

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Over to Bobsy for the first one, a lost gem of a bat-ghoul.

Cadaver

Think like Dr. Phibes or ‘the Price of Fear’, Vincent Price’s radio series of horror tales that he would front and narrate. Cadaver is like a behind the scenes mastermind, crafting these little theatrical events for unwitting but ironically-deserving Gothamites to get caught and come to a grisly end in. This would be like The Game or traditional long-cons, but low key and intricate, involving doppelgangers, stooges, switches, hi-tech surveillance, all painstakingly researched and executed, and performed with an unusual amount of stagey flair, blood, and medieval death motifs.

Cadaver worships death – not as one worships a god, as one worships a favourite matinee idol, and seeks to flatter her with wonderfully inventive murders.

He should have a beautiful assistant: Who is that mysterious, alluring, new secretary who is tempting this average joe into a dizzying series of betrayals that results in him dying nob-first through the office shredder? That kind of thing. Batman is called into the bizarre crime scene by a baffled Gordon, and painstakingly reconstructs the chain of events leading up to it. Cadaver is crap in a fight of course (but his assistant isn’t) and there are always loads of death traps in his hideout (usually abandoned art deco hotels, mausoleums or churches). Cadaver spends a lot of time pacing about wearing cloaks and Phantom of the opera masks, quoting the bloody bits from obscure Jacobean dramas.

The autopsies continue after the jump