FB: Today, Frigg believes a bird can fly. Like a bullet through grape Jell-O. Original dialogue was a long string continuing from the previous page (“UUUUUU”) running through each panel and ending in the last frame (“UUUUUCKYOU”). The graphic design of […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
FB: You know how it is. You’re trying to fix up your jewelry or accessories to get things pretty for the god you like, and then he shows up early, all dirty and underdressed and shouting, “SUUUUP, BABE?! ALL ENEMIES […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Clair does not want to be here. Her brother is dead. Maybe more of her people are dead, by now—she’s cut off from them, with no way of knowing. She isn’t totally sure she’s alive, herself. She sobbed herself sick […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Great time for Frigg to discover she’s got acrophobia, isn’t it? We would often spec out the layout of the pages to communicate our desires (and design priorities) to John. This was a fairly unconscious process after a while, but […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
FB: For bonus fun, write something on the belly of the beast in panel 3 and make your own political cartoon! We’d probably go with TRUMPISM or AJIT PAI, but you could try anything, really: RACIAL HATRED, FATALISM, DISNEY-OWNED FRANCHISES. Apparently […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
