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Aye, you did say that, and you weren't far wrong. I've very recently left a part time English teaching job too- it's not the main reason I left, but a part of it was that my classes on CVs and cover letters used to be hugely valuable to my students, whereas now that can be done instantly without any classes at all.

Now, I obviously don't know how you do it, JBC, but I have gleaned that some artists see the images they want to create in their heads and "copy" those mental images onto paper.

Not me, I'm afraid - how comic book artists do that is beyond me.  For a supposed professional artist I'm not particularly creative.  When I'm commissioned, I have a very, very sparse and vague picture of the whole scene in my head, then for the components I turn to Google for similar images to copy.  And even then the scene rarely ends up as I imagine it. Maybe I have a small dose of aphantasia too, who knows.

[Rouge Trooper]

Rouge Trooper

Rogue attempts to conceal his blue skin with makeup so he can infiltrate enemy base unnoticed.

Unfortunately pun does not work as majority of readers do not realize the misspelling of Rogues name.

Droid Life had that one covered 

Speaking as someone who makes a living out of drawing and painting, AI art is deeply worrying .  Fortunately mass-produced AI systems can't climb ladders and paint murals yet.  They can, terrifyingly, make massive stickers with similar content within minutes.

What you might see as a fun and whimsical way to illustrate throwaway jokes, Sharky, I see as another step towards the complete redundancy of all the skills and techniques I've spend decades trying to learn and hone, not to mention potential unemployment.  That's how technological progress works, I suppose, but I don't have to like it.

Fair play, best of luck with it. I wonder if it's the same Parisian ninja master I know, Arnaud Cousergue? I've trained at a couple of big events in his dojo in Paris.  Standout memories include him demonstrating the effectiveness of his conditioned fingernails on my sternum (ow), and him telling me that the knot in my belt 'must look like a p*ssy'.

Well hello old thread. Just got a million notifications and remembered this existed! 
Well I might as well post my latest image. 'It's not meant to be historically accurate' she said hastily in case any archaeologists are blowing a gasket.

Ah, that's lovely. Whatever that untranslatable Portuguese word is for 'nostalgia about something you've never experienced', I have it.

[Harry 20's High on the Rock.]

Harry 20's High on the Rock.

Harry becomes addicted to crack-cocaine.

Well, I laughed out loud.


Cassandra And 'Er Son - well, you can fill in the rest.

Turkey Murder- It's Christmas on Termight.

My one starts with the guy trying to save his wife and kid. Now you say it, the beginning where Stu and Co are drinking beers at the petrol station may have been the better beginning, as I'd already forgotten the first bit.

My one is also set in 1991. Ah well.   And it has The Kid, who for some reason looks more like a 50s thug than a 90s one, or even a 70s one.

Oddly enough, as I was reading this, a man who looked exactly like the young Kev O'Neill walked past.

Also came across this on FB the other day; apologies if it's been posted here before.
https://www.facebook.com/share/p/bUbsZmrR3exWdDAC/

Funnily enough, it didn't really occur to me at the time how fucked up it was, presented as it was as an impromptu magical ritual for... I can't remember, but for something. But yeah, it was fucked up, and clearly the product of King's coke addict phase.

King dicked around with The Stand, then?  Hopefully not in a George Lucas way.

Think I read the space turtle one about 20 years ago - absolute excellence until the space turtle arrives. And the underage orgy, for that matter 

I really hated Garth's run on Dredd - sometimes my dislike of it probably crossed over into the irrational; I just really resented that John Wagner had been replaced by someone who was clearly inexperienced and didn't really seem to understand the nuances so meticulously put in place in the preceding years.  I remember I knew someone from my student days who was a mate of Garth's, and I really hoped I wouldn't have to meet him and pretend that I liked his stuff.

Nowadays, I honestly think he's one of the best writers comics has to offer.  The likes of Crossed, for all its lurid violence and depravity, is for me at least a profoundly moving look at how human relationships endure in the face of horror.

Speaking of which, I'm reading Stephen King's The Stand for the first time.  I've really lost my reading habit and tried to get back into it with Alan Moore's Jerusalem, but my brain just isn't ready for that yet, so I've given up and gone with something less taxing.

The Stand is great, though, it really is.  It's very different from how I imagined it to be - in fact it's more like the Walking Dead without the zombies, and without the repetitiveness.

I hadn't heard of that, not having sprogs myself, but I've just looked it up.  Genius!

I've reached an age where some of my peers are banging on about how 'soft' the younger generation are, as if our generation had to endure the trenches or the Blitz rather than play Nintendo games and watch Bullseye.

(The high school I attended didn't have open gayness. That's because open gayness was unsafe, not because nobody was gay.)

Same here. Funnily enough, not 5 minutes I was messaging an old friend from primary school. When we were about ten he told me to put my hand on my hip with one hand then pretend to bounce a tennis ball with the other, before telling our peers to 'look at the gay boy'. I had no idea what he meant.

He's happily married to another man these days. How far we've come.

Sorry, a bit off topic, and more about growing up in the 80s than growing up in the countryside, though I did both.