My Comics DNA
Love at First Thorp
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When I was a kid I had a big Marvel coffee table book that included pivotal Amazing Spider-Man issues like #42. One of my favorite panels ever is the first appearance of Mary Jane Watson. I’m not going to beat the dead Spider-Horse regarding MJ and Peter’s love story, but I will say this:
The iconic panel we parodied on Saturday is, to me, the definition of love at first sight.
We love Spider-Man because he suffers. He can’t pay his rent. He has allegries. He can’t hold a job. We are rooting for the man to snag a win. I grew up reading the daily Spider-Man strips, so getting the job to write a syndicated strip like Gil Thorp was a dream come true. But he needed a shake-up.
My original pitch was Ted Lasso but in high school.
There’s a underlining sadness with Ted.
He’s going through a divorce. Everyone thinks he’s stupid because he’s kind. The team is losing. But the moments that hit you between the eyes is the unwavering positivity under the impossible odds. That’s what I try to give this strip Monday through Friday.
I try to leave my “comics DNA” in everything I do. It’s like trying to figure out which Wally Wood panel that works, but using other panels that work (?).
Trust me, this all made sense in my head before I started typing it out.
RIP Trina Robbins
The lack of communication on my part has been a mixture of clearing my plate, depression, and knowing when to keep my mouth shut when incredible horrible stuff is happening in the comics industry and beyond.
I still haven’t found the words for Trina’s passing, but I will share them eventually. Some of you might remember that I helped Trina publish her last Planned Parenthood anthology that released this year.
Click here to read more about the project and here to get yourself a copy.
This year I’m trying to do things that require me to leave my house that is not for work. My client who just so happens to be in System of A Down gave me a wristband to attend the Sick New World festival. Obviously, SOAD blew the roof off the sky. But getting to see Primus live was a real treat.
BTW, Primus is raising money for St. Jude’s with the instruments the band had to buy to play in Vegas. I think that’s pretty, pretty cool.
