This week, something old an’ something new… The Miffy Angel returns, (from Jan 2016, should you be interested) Plus a new character of nominal import – with dialog from the Jack Webb school of script hacking… So who’s Dumb Stoopid idea was that?
Whoa! It’s hard-boiled! It’s detectivish! It’s got a hot doe on the hunt and packin serious… chill! Snazzy outfits, plentiful saucy pulchritude, abundant X-Mass atmos, a short, sweet plot, action galore and all on one page to boot!?! It’s even got a recurring villain! Gosh unka Josh, Messy Kweeznuz to us all and thanks for the present! (I thought the split-toed boots were a nice touch.)
Well, looks like you will get to see a bit more of Rudie – as here’s the full figure of that pose… Also I might add, that I’m currently inking on a Rudie parable of Xmas past and presents – or don’t believe what they tell you, What you get IS more important than what you give! This will be either the last page of 2019 or more than likely the first of 2020…
Also, thanx for the comment Garanhir, you’re the first new person to post a comment here in far too long! I only learn what readers like or dislike from feedback… And generally I learn more from negative comments than nice ones – though I appreciate the nice or funny ones as well…
Whee…. glad to see that Miffy the Xmas Tree Angel is just as miffed as ever, only now packing serious firepower with which to express her resentment at having to spend a week or more with a prickly treetop shoved up her bum…… and yet, her lightweight plastic pulchritude couldn’t stand up to the recoil of that Colt .45… even if she could pull the trigger with both little tiny hands, the kick would knock her arse-over-tip, as the Brits would put it…
A more plausible detail is that Katz can get blasted out of his tiny robotic mind by guzzling WD-40, “The Drink of Chumpions…”
Can you imagine how you would feel if you knew that after spending all year shut up in a box it was your fate to be taken out and impaled on a tree-top for several weeks by a race of sadistic giants in some kind of bizarre religious celebration? Might give a girl an attitude.
True, true, ta-rue, Bill… and that classic “Eat leaden death” line might also indicate an obsession with the vintage MAD, always a harbinger of loonitudinous mayhem…
For whatever it’s worth, I get a chuckle out of the Miffy Angel yelling, “Eat Leaden Death” as she threatens Rudie with that 45 Automatic… I had thought she was quoting SGT Squirt from Harvey Kurtzman an’ Wally Wood’s “GI Shmoe” (Mad Comics #10)- but on rechecking, I see the line was actually “DRINK leaden death!” (Probably because the line preceding it was “Eat hot lead!”) So “Eat” an’ “Drink” sort’a balance one another – though myself, I prefer “Eat” – for the Angel’s line…
Interestingly, in the GI Shmoe story, Kurtzman was not only doing a parody of schlocky war comics (Kurtzman wrote and edited two of the best and well researched War comics ever done: “Two Fisted Tales” and “Frontline Combat”) but he was also using a schtick from the movie, “What Price Glory?” where the two pals (One of them named SGT Quirt) spend most of their time fighting over women or fighting over most anything – as they do in his story…
I’ve not been able to find a copy of the original 1926 version of “What Price Glory?” (which would probably be the one to watch)… I have seen the 1952 remake directed by John Ford, who could do a decent comedy – though this isn’t one of them… James Cagney and Dan Dailey don’t seem to share any chemistry and play their featured parts fairly stiffly… Though Harry Morgan is fun to watch as Sergeant Moran – he could practically be playing the younger WWI version of Colonel Potter from M*A*S*H…
This week, something old an’ something new… The Miffy Angel returns, (from Jan 2016, should you be interested) Plus a new character of nominal import – with dialog from the Jack Webb school of script hacking… So who’s Dumb Stoopid idea was that?
Whoa! It’s hard-boiled! It’s detectivish! It’s got a hot doe on the hunt and packin serious… chill! Snazzy outfits, plentiful saucy pulchritude, abundant X-Mass atmos, a short, sweet plot, action galore and all on one page to boot!?! It’s even got a recurring villain! Gosh unka Josh, Messy Kweeznuz to us all and thanks for the present! (I thought the split-toed boots were a nice touch.)
They didn’t have cartoons like that when I was a kid.
http://www.bunzandkatz.com/2016/01/12/miffy-angel/
Love the tail shot! We need more Doe!
Well, looks like you will get to see a bit more of Rudie – as here’s the full figure of that pose… Also I might add, that I’m currently inking on a Rudie parable of Xmas past and presents – or don’t believe what they tell you, What you get IS more important than what you give! This will be either the last page of 2019 or more than likely the first of 2020…
Also, thanx for the comment Garanhir, you’re the first new person to post a comment here in far too long! I only learn what readers like or dislike from feedback… And generally I learn more from negative comments than nice ones – though I appreciate the nice or funny ones as well…
The full back shot is nice, but. A frontal view would be great! In the one panel, there’s a hint of some ripped abs.
Well Okay… Rudie being a relatively new character, I don’t have a lot of finished pix of her – but here’s one…
Whee…. glad to see that Miffy the Xmas Tree Angel is just as miffed as ever, only now packing serious firepower with which to express her resentment at having to spend a week or more with a prickly treetop shoved up her bum…… and yet, her lightweight plastic pulchritude couldn’t stand up to the recoil of that Colt .45… even if she could pull the trigger with both little tiny hands, the kick would knock her arse-over-tip, as the Brits would put it…
A more plausible detail is that Katz can get blasted out of his tiny robotic mind by guzzling WD-40, “The Drink of Chumpions…”
Can you imagine how you would feel if you knew that after spending all year shut up in a box it was your fate to be taken out and impaled on a tree-top for several weeks by a race of sadistic giants in some kind of bizarre religious celebration? Might give a girl an attitude.
True, true, ta-rue, Bill… and that classic “Eat leaden death” line might also indicate an obsession with the vintage MAD, always a harbinger of loonitudinous mayhem…
For whatever it’s worth, I get a chuckle out of the Miffy Angel yelling, “Eat Leaden Death” as she threatens Rudie with that 45 Automatic… I had thought she was quoting SGT Squirt from Harvey Kurtzman an’ Wally Wood’s “GI Shmoe” (Mad Comics #10)- but on rechecking, I see the line was actually “DRINK leaden death!” (Probably because the line preceding it was “Eat hot lead!”) So “Eat” an’ “Drink” sort’a balance one another – though myself, I prefer “Eat” – for the Angel’s line…
Interestingly, in the GI Shmoe story, Kurtzman was not only doing a parody of schlocky war comics (Kurtzman wrote and edited two of the best and well researched War comics ever done: “Two Fisted Tales” and “Frontline Combat”) but he was also using a schtick from the movie, “What Price Glory?” where the two pals (One of them named SGT Quirt) spend most of their time fighting over women or fighting over most anything – as they do in his story…
I’ve not been able to find a copy of the original 1926 version of “What Price Glory?” (which would probably be the one to watch)… I have seen the 1952 remake directed by John Ford, who could do a decent comedy – though this isn’t one of them… James Cagney and Dan Dailey don’t seem to share any chemistry and play their featured parts fairly stiffly… Though Harry Morgan is fun to watch as Sergeant Moran – he could practically be playing the younger WWI version of Colonel Potter from M*A*S*H…
Now that’s a Christmas sweater I can get into. (in my dreams!) 😉