“You know I’m not one to break promises
I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to breathe”

I can think of times (on either side of the fence) that I coulda stood hearing this number.
Having said that, this video is like a crappy, less artistic version of Adele’s Rolling In the Deep. Slowing down the motion completely removes any hint of talent these performers might be displaying, and (if you don’t include drugs and alcohol in the budget) probably cost all of twenty bucks to make.
Still, Clare’s The Lateness of the Hour is really freaking good.

Doom ends his journey through inebriation as so many of them do – with an admission of defeat.
Speaking of which, I asked Tam and Chris if we could take a couple month break on Excelsior. I’ve written the next twelve strips, but I’d still like to wait a bit. My hands still aren’t up to snuff, judo’s started again for the season, and I have to get to SitRep… and Magellan… and Meridian…

damn.

Oh no you don’t! Vic did not go to Doom School for four years through correspondence just to be called “Mr.”

This is just the kind of thing I’d expect from Latverian propaganda.  It says, “Be proud, because there’s not a damn thing you can do about it anyway!”

And here’s some preliminary and relatively undamaged backgrounds Bob’s cooked up for SitRep.

Doom paints a lavish tapestry using the fine art of karaoke in today’s strip.

I can’t tell which one of these is cuter. This one by DeviantArtist mikemaihack…

Or this one from jasinski…

They’re both pretty damn good.

Tune in next week for the stunning, or at least sloppy conclusion to Doom’s self destructive binge drinking.

“To howl at the moon the whole night through
And they really don’t care if I do.”

This was the least cheesy version I could find.

Doom’s the king of insults. Make no mistake.

But even though I included this gem in todays’ strip, the clip makes me feel all oogy like that recent Marvel Super Hero Squad cartoon did. I know it was supposed to be for kids (though I only know of adults who watched it), but it always felt like somebody just didn’t get it. You know?

Doom Ties One On is starting to wind down. Yikes. Time to pick up a pencil again.

“My words stumble before I start.”

This song felt right on the Misfits, but Judge Dredd?… I dunno.

Do not be fooled by this Latverian propaganda created by DeviantArtist PandaFace. Dr. Doom is a scumbag. Seriously, you gotta read these pages over at Comic Book Resources. They illustrate the rich tapestry that is Doom’s relationship with Gretchen – a relationship further explored in today’s strip.

Doom is not great with first dates.

“I am tired of swimmin’ for what it’s worth…”

I am not confident at all that those are the proper lyrics.

Oh, whatever, Reed. We know it was you.
Today’s strip has me thinking Doom should be careful with his drunken phone ravings. There’s a TON of kids running around the Baxter Building these days.

After Effects work for SitRep is… progressing. Damn those blue screens just don’t want to go away.

Doom’s spiraling decent into inebriation just took the always unfortunate turn to the telephone. It was a day late, but I doubt anyone was holding their breath.

I was awful busy hammering together a rough cut for the Sit Rep short we shot on the weekend.  According to the FanFilms section above, in SitRep “The command crew of a damaged starship try to technobabble and genre reference their way out of danger.”  In the meantime, here’s some pics.

That one light was way too hot.  Keying is going to be a nightmare.

This week, Doom might be trying to express some standards in his interpersonal relationships, but it’s total garbage.

Doom once married Silver Surfer’s gal just to be a dick. That’s so high school, Vic. This one came from Fantastic Fourcast. Lotta similar gags in there to the ones I’ve used in Excelsior so far. I guess great minds (or at least smart asses) think alike.

“Peasants, bring Doom his smiley gloating mask!”
Then there was this bit recently.

Hands on hips does NOT mean just friends, Victor.  Everybody know that. Plus, the Scarlet Witch is not a sensible ride. Super hot and crazy is one thing. Super hot and reality bending crazy is quite another.

Nothing is quite so low as this bit from Comic Book Resources though.

You suck, Doom.

Speaking of which.

“I don’t care if it hurts…”

So, is this the most covered whiny bitch song in the world, or am I missing one?

In the new strip, I’m with Doom.
You know how many different X-Men titles there are? Or Avengers? Or even Deadpool? It’s nuts.

Never thought I’d be an old man about comics.
Get of my damn lawn, Teen Titans!

There’s that moment in every piss up when things start to go off the rails.
This earlier than usual Doom strip captures that happy moment.
Also, take note of the credits at the bottom. My sweetie (and coincidentally, wife) Sandra has been taking the pictures of my Doom dolly.

I can say things like that cause I’ve already touched a girl’s boobies. My life is more or less complete.