Thursday, February 7, 2008

Graphic Pulp

Mitt is out. Sadly. Seen here signing his life over to the devil (she in red to the left, think that dwarf from twin peaks).

In other news, I would like to expose my serious graphic novel dorkery. I am currently enthralled with the tastiest of comic morsals, DC/Vertigo's 100 Bullets.

The premise: highly flawed lowlifes are on the edge and someone is responsible. Now, a mysterious man appears with a briefcase and an oppurtunity. 100 untraceable bullets, a gun, and irrefutable proof of who has done them wrong. Classic noir izzle. Think the Usual Suspects meets Omar style thuggery. It is cooler than Cloverfield I assure you!


Live from APT said...

That IS the dwarf from Twin Peaks..."Arual Palmer..."

w2 said...

know what I am sayin. you missed the funky bilinguals bday. man I am old. Dr ted is good at f everything. he crushed me in pong at this mustache bar called Ernies. 99 cent natty light drafts. i feel gross.