SNYDERMANIA: SNYDER COMICS #1

Sunday, January 3, 2010

SNYDER COMICS #1

I'm one of those new year's resolution guys. I actually spent hours cranking out a list of resolutions for the new year. One of my resolutions involves drawing a weekly comic.

It may not be much, but at least I'm covered for week one.

Happy New Year!

11 comments:

italgalmm said...: My Gosh.. A Blog AND Comics?...
Such raw talent!!
You go on with your bad self !!!
; )
Look forward to seeing what you come up with !!

Happy New Year!; January 3, 2010 at 11:45 AM
#167 Dad said...: thanks for having my back, italgalmm.; January 3, 2010 at 12:17 PM
Anonymous said...: Hidden talents, indeed.

Look forward to many more :)

Happy New Year!; January 3, 2010 at 4:02 PM
Bullshee said...: Ooooh, mind if I steal a resolution?; January 3, 2010 at 7:56 PM
Bullshee said...: Happy New Year, by the way!; January 3, 2010 at 7:56 PM
Midlife Roadtripper said...: Sounds like a very good outlet. Can't wait to see how they evolve.

Happy New Year!; January 4, 2010 at 7:11 AM
Clif said...: Nice self-portrait there, #167 Dad!; January 4, 2010 at 8:42 PM
Guely of Sweden said...: Yep! I got the same feeling. The face is based in the guy you use to see in the mirror every morning. Between the comic and The Giant Banana we all gonna have surely lots of fun visiting you!; January 6, 2010 at 8:25 AM
#167 Dad said...: Bullshee,
I've got a competitoron the other side of the rock.
quillfeather,
thanks, big things are comning. Happpy New Year.
MJ,
Evolving outlets are a good thing, right? Happy New Year.
Clif,
Nothing gets past you, pal.
G-man,
what if i went with a banana comic???; January 7, 2010 at 4:15 PM
Blues said...: Oh, I look forward!!
That looks very neat already!

Happy New Year, Dad!!; January 9, 2010 at 8:16 AM
#167 Dad said...: Blues,
Thanks and Happy New year...; January 10, 2010 at 2:11 PM

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?