Quick doodle of @goSuperego’s take on H.R. Giger
"Hey! Really Giger!"
Watched View to a Kill and For Your Eyes Only today. Here are some sketches I did whilst doing so.
This clip from The Critic parodying Oliver Stone’s JFK was my very first exposure to the John F. Kennedy Assassination. I might have been 9? 10? The point is, I had no idea what this clip was referencing. I don’t even think I found out who JFK was until years later. Blame it on the education system, or me for not giving a shit about learning things when I was a kid. Either way, this was my first encounter with an event in history that rocked our nation.
The President of the United States getting his brains blown out on national television.
I’m going to let that sink in for a second, because it’s kind of a fucked up sentence. That’s something that actually happened. The whole nation saw it. The other night, I remarked how I couldn’t have imagined what it would be like to see something like that unfold on national television.
And then it hit me. 9/11. We were sent home from school, and I spent a good chunk of my day watching that catastrophe happen. Over and over. On every channel. It was one of the most surreal experiences of my life. I thought, “How could something like this happen?” That’s the closest example I can think of. (If you’re reading this post, there’s an almost 100% chance you experienced the events of 9/11 as well, so I’ll digress.)
My point is for an event that jarring, traumatizing, and catastrophic - a primetime cartoon on ABC was the first place I had even heard of it. And it makes me wonder if in 20 years there will be some 9 year-old kid who didn’t know about the 9/11 attacks until he saw an episode of Family Guy where they make a cutaway joke about it.
[To this day, I still have never seen JFK, but I know enough about it thanks to historical facts. And also Seinfeld, The Simpsons, The Critic, and the short-lived Clerks cartoon.]
It all started when Mr. Dink got that “very expensive” package from North Korea. Faster than you can say “Neematoad,” our whole town was in complete chaos. It happened too fast to fathom.
Bluffington is in ruins and everyone I’ve ever known is dead. There was a riot at the Honker Burger. My parents and my sister were beeten to death. Porkchop - my loyal companion - went rabid. I had to put him down myself. I found a fast friend in Roger, though he was crushed to death when some cannibals ran him down with the Mr. Swirly truck. I don’t even want to talk about what happened to Patti.
Since my last entry, I’ve lost my eye. Stray shrapnel trying to protect Skeeter. I failed. He was my best friend. I’ll never forget his last words.
Doug Funnie died that day as well.
The only hope for mankind as we know is isn’t Funnie.
Not Funnie at all.