I’m stoked to announce that Episode 7 – Rebel Alliance: The Ongoing Tale of Two Tie Fighters is finally finished. It’s about three times longer than any of the previous episodes and is saturated in Star Warsian goodness. Enjoy!
I came across this animated Calvin and Hobbes short yesterday and it me made go, “hmmm?” Why did it make me ponder in the universally known four letter non-word associated with contemplative thought? (Whoa, it’s getting heavy in here.) I couldn’t help but wonder what Watterson thinks about it. The creator of the C&H awesomeness has voiced very clearly his view on the exploitation of his beloved characters (check out the Tenth Anniversary Book). Now, I admittedly know nothing about the back story behind this animation (other than the comments on YouTube) and I actually think it’s very well done. Take a look at the comic strip that it’s based on. Top notch! My ‘hmmm?” is simply curiosity. I know what I think about Johnny Scribble fanimations… I love ’em. But I’m an unknown hobbyist enjoying the fact that my artwork has even the slightest positive influence on other artistic peops.
Well, anyways, I’ll leave you to your druthers (I just wanted to type the word “druthers”). Take a looksy. Both the strip and the animation are sweet!
The original strip…
and the animation…
Raising kids with art is a lot of fun. The iPad definitely makes it easy and exciting for the kiddos. My son decided dad should take a break from animating and let him use the tablet to create a masterpiece. He actually ended up making six of them and did them all in Animation Creator HD which made it real easy to export them all to the camera roll where we could then choose to email them to family, print them, or do with them whatever else our little hearts desire. That’s all. Time to get back to some animating awesomeness!
We ABSOLUTELY dig seeing Johnny Scribble fanimations. We’re also very perplexed why you radtastic artists spend the time animating them and don’t tell us about them, especially when you put “tribute” in the title. Did you, and we just missed it? I don’t think so. Maybe. Who knows. The point is, when you scribble your fanimations Johnny starts firing off the Bazooka of Doom in my head like a mid 90s freedom fighter at a “viva la guerrilla warfare” pep rally! We love it!
We found this one by Pernt5720 posted on YouTube. Thanks for the tribute friend! Viva la Johnny Scribble!
Did you notice what I did there in this post’s title? The Roman numerals? Star Wars. Matthew is currently laying down a phat foley/score mix for Johnny Scribble: Episode 7. And yes indeedy is this episode dripping with Star Warsian goodness. I’ll post a few screen shots as we get closer to releasing it but for now just soak up this classic artistic awesomeness! In the midst of all the hoopla about J.J. Abrams directing the next movie one almost forgets just how awesomely sick the original movie is!
Don’t know why Delilah Doodle thought Johnny Scribble went pop? Click here and find out.
This is a still from our upcoming webcomic. To be honest, it’s probably the best part of the comic. Kudos to you who recognize the lyrics and know the band. They’re one of my favorites! If you can’t tell, we like all things Johnny around here.
A while back I was approached with a question. This dude asked about Johnny’s defining feature (his identity really), his red tie.
“Mr. Bramwell, oh wise and awesome sage.”
The guy addressed me something like that. I don’t remember his exact wording – it’s not important.
He asked, “Why a tie, and why red?”
Aghast, I was like, “Uhm, what? You question the tieness and the redness of the Johnny in one flippant breath!?!”
As you can imagine it was quite difficult to do anything but sock this chap in the schnoz. It’s with a balanced sense of humilified pride that I report I resisted the urge. I fought back the primal passion that was welling up within my artistic bones and did what any upstanding cartoonist would do. I politely answered his question explaining what’s behind that which I like to call Johnny’s Red Tie of Power.
Here’s the basic run down of what I told him. “Sir, I appreciate your forthrightness in asking such a valid question (I was puking a little in my mouth). Do you know of any other color on that fantasmo-matic wheel of color that would appropriately express the wherewithal of a character such as Johnny Scribble?”
He stared at me blankly.
“Do you, Sir?” I repeated insistently, but I didn’t wait for a response. Instead I reached into my pocket to retrieve my wallet. From within my awesome homemade duct-tape billfold I removed a collection of photographs. To avoid any confusion as to whether or not first is the worst, second is the best, third is the one with a polka-dot dress let me emphasize that they weren’t in any particular order. I showed him one.
“Do you see the man in this picture?”
“Yes.” He said, all full of arrogance and Cheetos.
“That, my friend, is Carlos Irwin Estevez! As you well know, he played the coolest pitcher to ever toss the ball for the Cleveland Indians (or any ball club for that matter), Ricky “the Wild Thing” Vaughn.
As I shuffled through the pictures to find one that corresponds to Vaughn’s, the inquisitor started running off at the mouth.
“Charlie Sheen? Isn’t he a drug abusing drunk who likes paying for….”
I turned his filth tap off lickety-splilt.
“What color is his tie?”
“You’re darn right it’s red!” I found the the accompanying picture and handed it to him. “And what color do you see on that delightfully spherical ball dressed ever so confidently in it’s chic pre-PC Indian feathers and Wayfarer sunglasses? The Mohawk! What color is it?”
“That’s right it’s red. Red is bold. Red says, “Even though I’ve changed my name in a way that hides my ethnicity and completely obscures any connection to my Brat Pack brother, Emilio who is a star in his own right though seems to have fallen off the face of the earth, I’m not afraid to play an incarcerated pitcher who has a loose but wickedly fast canon of an arm.” Red says, “look at me atop the round whiteness of a baseball, don’t I look good? Don’t I stand out, and not in a bad way that demeans an entire race of people but calls upon their vigor and warrior awesomeness and celebrates the ability to look good in a classic pair of shades.” Red. Red is bold!”
I grabbed another photograph and pushed it under his chin but before I had a chance to reveal the next facet of the complexity that is Johnny’s Red Tie of Power the answer seeker put the kibosh on our momentum.
“Mr. Bramwell. I appreciate your passion and oddly convenient photographs but if you’d excuse me for a few minutes, I need to visit the head.”
I looked at him curiously, unsure of his bladder control issue. “Okay.”
…To be continued.