Limited Stop Motion

A few people might remember me talking about Pretentious Man, my superhero with indie bitch-related superpowers.
He will be coming to life within the next couple of weeks in what I'm calling a "limited stop motion" series featuring PM taking on a slew of enemies.
Hopefully nobody has trademarked that phrase yet, cause I thought I was pretty clever when I came up with the idea of "limited stop motion."

Basically I'll be recording old-timey radio versions of these adventures, with sound effects and different voices and dramatic music, then laying stop motion animation over it.
The difference is that I'm going to be only doing traditional stop motion animation when characters use their powers, the rest will play like panels of a comic book. The pictures will be made out of a mixture of magazine clippings and construction paper, (since I'm obviously going to have to make costumes for everyone and have different mouths for dialogue.)

This is going to take a lot of work, so the next couple posts will probably be PM-related.

Missing Superhero

I'm calling off my one-man search for the horrible mini-comic I did of the pitchfork-reading, thick framed glasses-wearing, coffee-drinking superhero Pretentious Man that I wrote and drew back in February. It must have gotten lost when I moved.

Not really a loss. Just thought it would be funny to read it and be embarrassed by it. There were 3 super-villains: the hip hop themed 808, the country music themed Lap Steel, and the metal themed Captain Corna.

808 talked in raps and could send bass shock waves through the ground, kinda like that Jax fool from Mortal Kombat 2, which hurt you somehow.
Lap Steel (very accurately) threw bottles of whiskey and had jet boosters in his cowboy boots. He was the lamest of the three.
Captain Corna was fucking metal and awesome. He could throw up his horns to summon the powers of hell and had an army of scorpions. He wore a denim jacket with a King Diamond album cover painted on the back.

Pretentious Man didn't have real powers. But, he would mercilessly cut down everything that any opposing force held dear, usually resulting in the criminal crying and distracted enough for the cops to slap a pair of cuffs on them. Sometimes he would scald people with coffee, but being a skinny white dude, he didn't like getting physical. Mostly he just fought crime so he could blog about it later. Pretentious Man had a catchphrase too: "I'm over it."

The more I talk about it, the cooler it sounds.
Trust me though...it was pretty lame.
Mostly because of the bad art.