I live in this neighbourhood too! (Shh, no stalking.)
A few months ago, I started mapping where Toronto’s residents’ associations were. The map’s not yet complete, but if you go a little west of downtown, you’ll see there’s a chunk of land sandwiched between the Roncesvalles-Macdonell Residents’ Association, the Parkdale Residents…
I guess there’s some pretty gay comics on my Tumblr, but I’m actually reblogging this on behalf of my Tumblr-less boyfriend Adam Bourret. He’s got an autobiographical comic out called I’m Crazy (that you can read online here), and he’s working on a fictional one that should come out sometime next year called Mighty Ernestine that will also feature some awesome gay content.
Or know someone great who is and does, I would appreciate hearing from you. Just a short bio on your work, and a link, if you have one, would be lovely.
It’s for something cool, but I don’t want to give away too much yet, while we are still in the very early stages. No one will be solicited or…
This is the weirdest thing ever. So, a little while ago I was complaining about how dumb and awful the Sarah Michelle Gellar twintrigue vehicle Ringer is, and my dear friend Naomi made some kind of joking request that I create an all-pole-dancing comic featuring Sarah Michelle Gellar, Amber Benson, and Nestor Carbonell doing the kinds of things I want them to do, which is basically to re-enact this specific NSFW scene from Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me. The result is this totally weird one-pager that is at once a joke about Buffy, Ringer, Twin Peaks, Lost, and Suddenly Susan, and also not actually funny in any specific way. Yes, Amber Benson is wearing her “Once More With Feeling” outfit, and as for that poster in the background, you would have to be watching Ringer to understand it (which I cannot in good conscience recommend), but yes, that is a picture of SMG’s own face.
P.S. If I have in any way twintrigued you as regards Ringer, try watching this ludicrous boat scene from the pilot.
The tireless workers at Johnnie Walker: The Blog! have stumbled upon the first draft of Christie Blatchford’s now-infamous “Toronto: City of Sissies” piece for the National Post. In the interest of journalistic something-or-other, we now present it to you, gentle reader, unedited and uncensored:
Well hello, Toronto! It’s me, Christie Blatchford! And do you know what makes me puke? Do you know what makes the bile rise up into my throat and gives me the cold sweats? Children hugging, Toronto. Barf-city, am I right? So imagine my shock and horror when I, Christie Blatchford, was walking my dog or something and happened to actually see with my own ancient eyes children hugging in the middle of fucking Rosedale! Egads, has it truly come to this?
So, who is to blame for this appalling display of camaraderie between pre-teens? Dalton McGuinty? Possibly. The liberal media? You’re getting warmer. Fags? Bingo!
Well, I’ll never be eating again.
Here it is, gentle readers! The entirety of my collaboration with the fantastic Phil Isard!
It’s the thrilling conclusion of A Valentine’s Conundrum, my awesome collaboration with artist (and friend!) Phil Isard. So, you may have noticed that the readability of the speech bubbles has kinda gone progressively downhill. Here’s the deal: Phil and I came up with this silliness in Naco one day (I think it was probably actually Valentine’s Day, or else why were we even talking about this?), we both planned the story, Phil drew it, and I would go in and do the dialogue. So, we were using different pens, and I think mine was gradually running out of ink.
You can still read it, right? If you can’t, I’m very sorry for you, cause you’re missing a really nice gay joke about Magneto and Professor X.
Cyclops and Jean Grey: world’s most regular couple. Get it? Get it?
This is almost the end of my comics collaboration with Phil. You will miss it when it’s over! I promise you!
