Tuesday, August 30, 2016

Parenthood – Thanos Knows Best – MK Stangeland, Jr.

(Set in a variant of a SCOTTIE YOUNG style verse, like MINI MARVELS, GIANT SIZE L’IL MARVEL, and MARVEL BABIES stories)

(5 Panels)

Panel 1: A mini version of the GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY – Movie Version, plus MANTIS, MAJOR VICTORY, and COSMO - is inside a treehouse set up like a spaceship.

The tree itself, in this instance, is actually GROOT, whose head is sticking in through the window, with ROCKET RACOON sitting on said head. The rest are arranged around the tree house at pretend stations.

STAR-LORD (1): Oh no! It’s a sneak attack!

STAR-LORD (2): We’re under attack by the Phalanx, the Brood, and the Badoon!

STAR-LORD (3): All at the same time!

MAJOR VICTORY: Oh no! How will…

THANOS: (Off-Panel) Gamora! It’s time to come home!

Panel 2: On the ground, outside the tree house. Both THANOS and J’SON are looking up, while GAMORA is just peeking her head out and glaring down at THANOS. GROOT has also pulled his head out of the house, though ROCKET still sits on top of it.

GAMORA (1): Not now, Thanos! I’m busy!

THANOS: Listen to your father, Gamora!

GAMORA (2): Shut up, Thanos! You’re not my real dad!

Panel 3: THANOS is annoyed, while J’SON looks at him and gives a sympathetic hand on the shoulder.

THANOS (1): I swear, that girl is impossible sometimes.

THANOS (2): For all the work I put into being a galactic tyrant, it’s nothing compared to putting up with my kids sometimes.

J’SON: I hear ya there, man.

J'SON (2): The stories I could tell you about l'il Pete...

Panel 4: GAMORA pouts as she walks back away from the window.

DRAX (1): Man, that Thanos is a major jerk.

DRAX (2): Sorry you have to put up with him all the time.

MANTIS: You should not be so hard on him. He remains your father.


Panel 5: Close up on GAMORA as she wears a face that’s equal parts being disgusted at and embarrassed by her dad.

GAMORA (1): The worst part is he invited that Lady Death woman over for dinner again.

GAMORA (2): He is, like, totally oblivious to the fact that she has no real interest in him.


Monday, August 29, 2016

Parenthood - Projecting - Grant McLaughlin

1 – A father walks into the nursery, drawn by his young daughter crying uproariously in her crib. It's nighttime, so the only light is coming from the nightlight.
LETTERING NOTE: The baby's crying should be large to emphasize its volume. The balloon could also potentially extend beyond either side of the panel, getting cut by the gutters to show just how loud (and neverending) it is.

BABY: Waaaaaugh!

FATHER: Aww, what's the matter, my little miracle?

2 – The father picks his daughter out of the crib, a warm – if tired – look on his face.
LETTERING NOTE: The crying can be getting quieter and smaller as the baby is calmed by her father's presence.

BABY: maaugh hm-maaugh

FATHER: Shhh. It's okay. Daddy's here.

3 – The father holds his daughter in front of himself. Their faces may be so close as to be touching (possibly foreheads together). The father smiles; the baby continues to calm down.

BABY: >tt<

FATHER: You just want to spend some extra time with your Daddy, don't you?

4 – The father raises his daughter up, holding her at a level higher than himself. She throws up, the vomit flying down towards him. He doesn't really have time to react to this – maybe he starts to grimace, but he's not going to avoid this fate.

FATHER: That's okay. I just want to spend time with yo--

BABY: blaa!

5 – The father stands in the room, baby still above his head, vomit dripping down his face. His expression isn't exactly readable (especially due to said vom).


6 – The father brings his daughter down, holding her with one arm and cleaning his face off with the other. Although he's not exactly impressed, he doesn't blame his daughter for this.

FATHER (1): I love you.

FATHER (2): I do.
FATHER (3): But I can't wait for you to stop doing that.

Parenthood: "May 29" --David Press.


1.1: It’s winter time and we’re in my living room. I’m wearing fleece pants and a zip-up hoody, behind me the pellet stove is roaring and I’m still cold. Let’s take it from my wife’s perspective. She’s on the couch in the foreground of the panel and she’s watching me pace.

MEG:                                      What are you doing?

1.2: Opposite angle—I’m walking back the other way past my wife. This way we can see her on the red couch holding her belly.

ME:                                         I’m trying to find my slippers.

1.3: I sit down on the couch next to my wife. I’m facing her so the reader should be looking at the back of my head. Feel free to display a mild bald spot making its way across the back of my skull.

MEG:                                      Preggo brain must be contagious.
ME:                                         Nice.
MEG:                                      Nah, it’s just you.

1.4: I look sad. 

MEG [OP]:                             Wah wah.
                                                How depressing.

ME:                                         Again: Nice.

1.5: My wife looks confused. Maybe her head is tilted to the side, maybe she has her head tilted to the side.

MEG:                                      What? I don’t get it.

1.6: Same, but this time Meg is LAUGHING.

ME [OP]:                                Depressing.

MEG:                                      Oh.


Sunday, August 28, 2016

Why Parenthood?

I’m on my fifth book about birth and being a birth partner/expectant father/dad—I’m about two weeks away from that being physically true.

The fifth book is Home Game by Michael Lewis (Moneyball), I’ve read so much about being a new father and what to expect from the birth process that I’m going into a graduate school-fuque state. The best way to describe that symptom is, I guess, book overdose. I’m done. I don’t want to read about the subject anymore. The information is all the same at this point. But Lewis’s book is funny and hilarious and a journal to raising his two girls, and I’ve been keeping the same thing. Notes, questions, funny situations leading up to Tiny Human Press’s birth.

Am I worried about being a father? No—it’s why I became a writer, so I could be home with my future kids. Am I a fool? Probably. Will I even find time to write? Who knows. But if I'm absent from here for the next few weeks you all know why. What prompted this week’s theme is this article my wife sent me by David Roberts on Vox. In it, he writes that our day-to-day choices about being a parent have very little to do with our kid’s adult success—it has more to do with the environment in which we provide for them and paying attention to moments. How does one write about parenthood without being a parent? I don’t know, perhaps one could write about a funny situation with a parent, or just what you think parenthood looks like to you. Feel free to join us in the comments. I’m psyched to reading your parenting pages!

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Powers - Work's a Beach - P. A. Nolte

1/ A monitor.  Three aquatic villains stand amid sand dunes with waves crashing softly behind them.  Civilians in swimsuits and other summer clothes scatter in panic.

Walker (OP): They did what?

Jeffreys (OP): Just walked onto the beach.  Out of the ocean. Started making demands.

2/ The top of Jeffreys' head.  He's one of the forensics for the Powers division.  Detectives Christian Walker and Deena Pilgrim hover behind him watching the same video.

Walker: Demands?  Like what?  What's he saying?

Jeffreys: Keeps asking for The Unholy Diver.

Walker: Who?

3/ Deena gives Walker a smirk.  Walker tries to ignore her.

Pilgrim: Not a friend, huh?

Walker: No.

Walker: Where'd this footage come from?

4/ Jeffreys has swiveled around in his chair.

Jeffreys: Some kid with a cell phone.  You know the drill.

Jeffreys: Hell rains down and he goes for the viral video.

Jeffreys: Gotta love it.

Pilgrim: Do you?

5/ Walker.

Walker: Where are they now?

Jeffreys (OP): Who?

Walker: These guys.  The-- What'd you call him?

6/ Back to the monitor.

Jeffreys (OP): Commodore Kraken.  Guy on the left calls himself The Urchin.  The lady is something... baroness? Amphibibaroness?  Something dumb.

Walker (OP): Where are they now?

Jeffreys (OP): Oh, you're gonna love this...

Friday, August 26, 2016



1.1 WIDE: Scraps of body parts lay scattered all over a rooftop: an arm here, a leg there, shredded pieces of cape with some errant pieces of a unitard lay all over the place. Obviously, this is the crime scene that we find CHRISTIAN WALKER and DEENA PILGRIM in.

PILGRIM [OP]:                     They do just drop out of the sky right?

1.2: We’re on a rooftop with CHRISTIAN WALKER and DEENA PILGRIM. They are staring down at the TORSO of a white unitard.

WALKER:                     Yep.

1.3: Walker kneels down to look at the emblem. In the center of the white shirt is a yellow emblem with a RED FLAG in it.

WALKER:                              It’s Flag Man. Probably got caught in an airplane turbine.

1.4: Walker stands up next to Pilgrim, they look down at the body.

PILGRIM:                              Stupid capes.