Everyday Seals from Japan
Saturday, September 13th, 2008Yoshiko brought back these stickers from Japan a couple of years ago and we’ve been laughing about them for awhile, so I’ve decided to share them. This is the very definition of engrish.

Yoshiko brought back these stickers from Japan a couple of years ago and we’ve been laughing about them for awhile, so I’ve decided to share them. This is the very definition of engrish.

I am so excited and happy… and yet, feel suddenly very, very old. I just found out that Take No Prisoners, a Flint-based public access show hosted by Ben Hamper (author of Rivethead) that aired in the 1980s and early 1990s, has posted all of their video footage and audio recordings to the internets. All the cassettes I have lost or accidently destroyed over the years are now available FOR FREE!
I have been downloading like crazy and first up is Feast of Saints, my all time favorite. They were a goth band, with hints of The Smiths, and when I was a wee lad of 15 I was absolutely in love (lust) with the singer, Ashen Keilyn. Granted, devotion to this band put me in ‘fag’ territory (’fag’, as used here, is a Mid-Western term for any young male under six feet tall who doesn’t enjoy sports and other alpha male activities), but I was okay with that and made up for it by supplementing my music diet with plenty of thrash and metal. You can apparently compensate for a half-hour of ‘faginess’ with five minutes of Slayer, did you know that? In the eyes of your peers you magically become straight again. (update: someone has pointed out that this is similar to a routine by comedian Brian Posehn, which you think I would be familiar with since I like some of his standup, but alas, it is a huge, stupid coincidence since we are both insecure metalheads).

Ashen is apparently still making music under the name AK Healy and had her music featured on The Sopranos and actually appeared in an episode. Of course, her music now is a pretty far cry from the vampire-laden moot rock of yore, but come on it’s been 18 years and everyone mellows. I now pet kitties and smell flowers and can go three days without touching myself. Seriously, I’ve done it.
For any former Flint punks who stumble upon this, you probably won’t remember me as I was extremely unmemorable. I was painfully shy (still am) and quite timid. Plus, I was usually sneaking into Flint from my hometown of Durand and didn’t want to draw much attention to myself. But I was there 2-3 times a month, attending shows at the Capitol Theater, drinking Night Train from a 7-11 Big Gulp cup, smoking weed from a crushed Coke can with Justin Quigley, being verbally humiliated by Jason Willey (and yet so craving his approval and friendship), practically breaking my back skating the wreckage that was the abandoned AutoWorld, and unable to sleep with any of the cool girls there because my friend Leah told me everybody had VD.
I am very nostalgic for those days and thankfully, because of the internet, I can now kinda-sorta relive that era. Thank you internet. Thank you.
My arms have been convulsing with muscle spasms lately and have made it real hard to concentrate. Of course, I think of the worse case scenario. My aunt was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis a couple of years ago and I think suddenly I have it. Chances are I have been working out and lifting more than I really should. If that sounds like I am bragging about how macho I am, I have to defer, because I am quite a small, out of shape man. Please look at recent photos of Craig Thomson and Skottie Young for comparison. Those guys register as “don’t fuck with me” while I register as “seriously, impress your friends and female acquaintances by fucking with me. I have nothing to counteract you with. I don’t even have a snappy comeback”.
Anyhoo, I did this piece for my friend Brian. He and I have worked on numerous things together over the years and I have apparently lost much over my several moves since 2004. So, I had to draw him something new.

But something totally cool came to me today. My friend Chad drew Lulu & Mitzy from memory one night while drunk on cognac.

I couldn’t be happier. I honestly think there is nothing more flattering than having someone you admire render your characters (even if they are three sheets to the wind when they do it). Thanks, Chad.
Lulu & Mitzy: Best Laid Plans will be in stores in two weeks! I have been doing some marketing and publicity with the help of the great Andie East and my publisher SLG Publishing, some of which is really, really fantastic. First up, some postcards I picked up from Rocket Postcards here in San Francisco.

Yeah, they fuckin’ pop out! Woot!
Also, I will be promoting and signing the book at the following events:
November 1-2
Alternative Press Expo (APE)
“APE is one of the country’s largest gatherings of the best in indie comics, offering a venue for exhibitors ranging from self-publishers of minicomics to such large publishers as SLG Publishing, Fantagraphics, Drawn and Quarterly, Oni Press, Top Shelf, and many more.” - From the APE website
San Francisco’s Concourse
620 7th Street
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Official Book Release Party
Come to where the Tenderloin touches Nob Hill (sounds kinky) where I will have copies of the book available for purchase and, if you want, I can mar it with my scrawly signature. Have a drink and watch me be awkward.
Cafe Royale
800 Post St
San Francisco, CA
Friday, December 5, 2008
SLG Gallery
Did you know SLG Publishing now has a gallery in their storefront? Well, they do and I will be there signing books and some of my “fine” artwork will be on display alongside other SLG artists.
SLG Publishing
577 S. Market Street
San Jose, CA USA
Sorry, but no Lulu & Mitzy strip this week. I’ve been over-burdened and under the weather the past week and haven’t had time to do all that I need to do for a decent L&M strip.
However, there is good news! Lulu & Mitzy got a great review at Thor’s Comic Column on Chud.com by Graig Kent. And I have to say, compared to a lot of reviewers out there, Kent is an exceptional review writer.
“Creator S. Eddy Bell delves into these women’s lives as they happen, only hinting at where they’ve been and where they’re going to. It’s not a tale about redemption, or escaping a prison, or anything of the sort, but a surprisingly warm, funny and compelling look at two people without much in the way of options and making the best out of what they have, mostly having each other. Bell’s dialogue is fast and sharp, full of good natured humor, and occasional dialects, but also with the proper sense of drama and urgency when needed.”
In other positive news, L&M was an employee pick at Star Clipper, a comic shop in St. Louis. How’d that happen? I can’t even get my local comic shop to pull it out of the adult section.
I thought I would also give a shout out to some stuff I’ve been reading and enjoying lately. Some old, some new, but all good.

Tales To Suffice by Kenny Keil (SLG Publishing)
I know, I know, Kenny is published by SLG just like me, but this book is great. It’s classic satire and for those of us who grew up reading MAD this fits right in. Mort Finkleman is your guide as you skip from story to story which are also interconnected by hilarious fake advertisements and ’special’ offers. Bonus: it’s in color! SLG does color on a non-Jhonen/non-Disney book? It’s almost like sacrilege. Sweet, sweet sacrilege.

Tiny Tyrant by Lewis Trondheim and Fabrice Parme
This is kid’s stuff, but it’s good kid’s stuff. It’s all about King Ethelbert, the pint-sized king of the tiny island nation of Portocristo. He’s a brat who seems to have no supervision outside of his servants who generally manipulate situations in order to divert his course to disaster.
It’s drawn in a classic UPA-ish style and the story’s are short, cute, and while predictable, charming. The coloring is nice and eye-popping and the character designs are great. If this hasn’t been picked up by Disney or Nickelodeon for a TV show I suspect it will be soon.

Harvey Classics Volume 4: Baby Huey (Dark Horse)
This is a collection of classic Baby Huey comics that has been put together by Leslie Carbarga and Jerry Beck, who previously released volumes collecting Casper The Friendly Ghost, Richie Rich, and Hot Stuff. I am a big fan of the old Harvey Comics (if not made obvious by my recent role as designer of The Harveyville Fun Times, a fan zine for Harvey lovers) and I love these compilations.
My only misgiving is that most of the book is only in black and white. As a line buff, I am ecstatic to see the amazing ink work of the old Harvey artists that usually got obscured by the old color process. At the same time, I miss the whole package. If they could print them all in color (off-set, not digital) and spray the pages with ‘old comic smell’ that would be the greatest gift this century has ever known.
So Lulu & Mitzy have gotten some great reviews. In fact, Just got a great one in Publishers Weekly last week and that really meant a lot to me (scroll to bottom). There are also a couple of interviews with me that should be coming out in January. For those in the Bay Area, be on the look out for the next issue of 944, which you can pick up for free at dozens of locations around the Bay. I saw some at Pearl Hamburger and Ted Baker all within a two day period.
People keep asking me “how’s the book doing? Selling a lot of copies?” And I always have to give the same answer: Graphic novels don’t become best sellers like a Tom Clancy book or a tell-all from some former Bush staff member. Graphic novels sell mostly in what we refer to as ‘back list’, which means that they sell on a more gradual pace over a longer period of time.
So, funny story: I have access to Book Scan, which is the Nielson sales tracker for publishing and even though I knew that Lulu & Mitzy would not be flying off the shelves and that sales for my first book were never, ever going to be amazing, I checked my book sales. Seven. I sold seven copies in a month according to Book Scan. My fragile ego and my big, big dreams shattered. And I knew it would before I checked Book Scan.
But here’s the thing, Book Scan only tracks the sales data of stores that participate in its service (i.e. Borders, Barnes & Noble, Amazon). It does not track direct market sales, which are sales in comic shops, indy stores, boutiques, ya know, the places where my book would actually sell. It also doesn’t track sales at comic conventions, which is where a lot of comic publishers do a lot of their selling. So Book Scan is not a good judge of how a graphic novel is selling. And most importantly, smaller publishers tell authors don’t even ask for your Book Scan info for at least six months. If you are a graphic novelist wait at least a year. Seriously, don’t break your heart over the stark realities of the trade.
A book like Lulu & Mitzy really does need word of mouth and that has been slow. I was completely blown away that PW reviewed the book AND gave it a good review, but it would be nice if the book was recognized within its own segment of the industry. These things take time and I think I am impatient because it took me ten years to get to the point that I could complete a book. I never felt confident about my art and I certainly never felt like I could tell a coherent story. Plus, I always balked at the amount of time required to actually finish a comic, let alone a graphic novel. Lulu & Mitzy took me nearly eight months. That’s a huge sacrifice for something that will never make me rich or win me an award. And that’s my point, I had to get past the point of thinking that I was wasting my time and effort and get to another level where I just did what I did because I loved it and wanted it to happen.
Enough rambling, how abouts some drawings? First, my take on a couple o’ X-Men. This is why Marvel will never hire me.

My attempts at some sort of realistic bent to my usual style.

How fuckin’ rad would it be if Native American warriors were mounted with high tech weaponry? Real fuckin’ rad! Don’t really know what the little girl is doing there.

I’ve noticed I have this habit of drawing cartoon women whose clothes don’t quite seem to do what clothes are supposed to do, which is cover the bod.

Until the next time I feel compelled to write for no apparent reason whatsoever.