Friday, January 07, 2011

Tom Ziuko Needs Your Help And He Needs It NOW!

My good friend Alan Kupperberg sent me this plea this morning.  I strongly urge everyone to dig deep and help Tom out.  Tom's credits go back a fair way, he's worked for virtually every major publisher and he's one of the finest colourists that has ever picked up the markers, pens, pencils and paints to grace the comic book industry.  As is the way in America, there's no universal health care so Tom has to pay his way.  Now I don't want to get into the political debate about that as it'll just waste time and divert the focus, so do the right thing and donate to Tom, via Alan.  All the money donated will go directly to Tom, do dig deep and spread the word - let's start the year by doing not only the right thing, but a good thing.  The images shown here don't even represent a fraction of the work that Tom has done over the past three decades, but it's a good place to start.

A URGENT APPEAL FOR A FELLOW FREELANCER IN TROUBLE

Tom Ziuko, good guy, great friend and color artist supreme needs our help! Tom is about to go into his fourth week of hospitalization in Niagara Falls. Tom spent the entire holiday season fighting acute kidney failure and several unrelated but severely painful conditions. The good news is that the doctors seem to have finally stumbled on a series of treatments and therapies that have Tom seeing some light at the end of the tunnel. The bad news is that Tom, uninsured and unable to work since the beginning of December, is in a tough financial bind.

Can you help? If everyone who reads this blog were to contribute even one dollar apiece it would be a tremendous boon to Tom. If you want to do a good deed and are able, Tom and I would be so grateful. You can send any contributions to my PayPal account (kupperberg@earthlink.net) and I will pass 100% (plus) along to Tom.

Tom's cable service has been shut down but he has internet access in the hospital. If you wish to contact him, his address is: Atomica999@aol.com

Thanks so much to all those who can and will help. Tom colored the pieces shown here and it shows what a great talent he is. I appreciate your time and consideration. Thanks.

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Happy Birthday Bob Almond

Look at that head - butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.  It's Bob Almond's birthday today.  Born a few months, well, eight to be precise, before I was, Bob has cemented his place in comic book history as an artist, a historian and as one of the most pro-active when it comes to recognising the proper place of the inker in the creative process of comic book art.

Bob's self-portrait
If Bob has a flaw, and he'd say he has several, it's that he's far too self-depreciating.  Tell Bob that he's good and he'll gleefully point out that he's not as good as Bob McLeod, Terry Austin, Scott Williams or Joe Sinnott.  You see, Bob misses the point at times, he is bloody good, and he's a cut above the rest of the pack when it comes to inking, but he has a tendency to judge himself against the cream of the crop.  Not a bad thing really, as it shows that he's always striving to be better than he is, but in doing so he does lose sight of how good he is.

Bob, you're a bloody good inker and anyone who argues that is an idiot.  You may not be as good as Tom Palmer or Klaus Janson, but then other than Tom and Klaus, who is?

Plus Bob is an excellent friend, and that counts for a lot.  He's dedicated and loyal.  His work with the Inkwell Awards can't be underestimated - without his efforts the awards would never have happened.  His work behind the scenes, aiding others, is just as inspirational.  One day all of the work that Bob does for those less fortunate than he is will be revealed, but only when Bob is ready.  Until then, visit Bob's Facebook page and wish him all the best, or leave a comment here - I know he reads this, and right now he'll be blushing a lot and tsk tsking and about to email me and question my sanity in the heat.

Until then - Happy Birthday Bob Almond!  May there be many, many more to come!

Saucy Bob!

Yogi Bear's Sexuality Explained

Was Yogi Bear gay or not? It's this kind of thing that keeps me wide awake in the middle of the night, clutching at the quilt, drowning in sweat and wishing that the ghosts inside of my head would just flee and leave me be. But they don't, so I instantly turn my thoughts into other realms.

Now, Yogi. On the surface of things he appears to be a normal bear. In the historical context of things he's just a cheap copy of Art Carney's Ed Norton (actually the Honeymooners was stolen better by Warner Brothers for their cartoon series featuring mice - Ralphy boy and his neighbour Martin).

Yogi used to hang around a place called Jellystone National Park and was, for the most part, obsessed by picnic baskets. Like a demented homeless person he relentlessly stalked people, slept on park benches, probably urinated in public, harassed people and stole whatever food and anything else that he could reach. All the time he was pursued by two people, the first being the anal retentive Ranger Smith. Smith was a man so incompetent you could almost see him reaching for the whiskey at the end of each episode. His entire life centered around the pursuit of Yogi. Still, much like the Coyote and the Road Runner, Smith never caught Yogi. The few times he came close then he allowed himself to be exploited - kind of a self-destructive trait that meant he was always doomed for failure. Every good cartoon character needs a Ranger Smith, someone that even a person with the basic level of intelligence, i.e.: the ability to say their own name, could outwit.

Yoo Hoo! Boo Boo!
When he wasn't avoiding Yogi also spent a good proportion of him time and efforts keeping away from one Cyndi Bear. I've never quite worked out if they were related - same last name and all (or do all bears have the last generic name - Humphrey Bear, Yogi Bear etc. etc.?) - but as it stands Yogi spent a good part of his life avoiding the attentions and affections of Cyndi. And here's where it all gets interesting. Cyndi Bear might not have been the brightest bulb in the box, still she was the only female bear within a hundred mile radius of Yogi. Dressed in some alluring outfits (Yogi was prone to letting it all hang out too - I wonder what would happen if I walked down the street dressed only in a white collar, pie-floater hat and a green tie) but at no time did we see Yogi standing at attention when Cyndi was near. For all her efforts Cyndi never got her bear, mainly because Yogi only had eyes for Boo Boo Bear.

Boo Boo was a younger type bear that wore a little bow-tie and not much else, except for a sly little smile whenever Yogi appeared. Boo Boo is the bear that Yogi ran to when he was avoiding Cyndi. Cyndi would promise Yogi the world, free food, free shelter and, one would presume, free sex if only he'd spend the winter hibernation with her. Each time, without fail, he'd say no. Why?
Because he'd rather spend the long, cold winter months snuggled in a cave with Boo Boo. You can work out why.

Still, look at this logically: Yogi avoids a female bear, namely Cyndi, in preference to the affections and attentions of one small male bear, namely Boo Boo. He forms a ying/yang kinship with Ranger Smith, albeit incompetent boob, but a person who has enough authority to yell at Yogi and the closest thing Yogi has of a father figure. Yogi's life revolved around two things - stealing and Boo Boo - and the pursual of both. You have to then draw the conclusion that not only was Yogi gay, he was also a sexual predator who wanted nothing more than to manipulate and exploit a bear much younger than himself - almost like Liberace and his insistence that his younger lovers have plastic surgery in order to appear (looks wise) more like himself - narcissism at it's best.

One day Yogi would just come out of the closet and yell "Hey There I'm Yogi The Gay Bear!!!" On that day someone will find Ranger Smith dead from alcohol poisoning, Cyndi Bear will then adopt Smith's role as the park drunk and eventually end up selling herself to anyone with a flagon of plonk or the $2:99 she'll need to buy one and Boo Boo will probably be so shamed by the whole episode that after he succumbs to Cyndi's approaches and loses his virginity to a girl and realises that Yogi, who by now will be holding gay parties for the likes of Snaggletooth, Jabber Jaw, Wally Gator and Huckleberry Hound, has been using him to assert his sexuality at the expense of his own, will go off with Ranger Smith's cache of shotguns and ammo and find himself a nice little overpass out by the freeway........