By way of apology

I promised a big caricature game today, but I left my tablet at home, so you get the Riddler I drew on my lunch break instead.

This is a day of SUPER POSTS.

My favorite Batman is the unwaveringly self-assured Batman, who just can't get enough of being the Batman and thinks it's the raddest dang thing in the world. The Batman who insists that everything he owns is properly bat-branded. The Batman who catches his reflection in the mirror and almost breaks down in a giggle fit. That's MY Batman.

Harley Quinn, also.

Maybe Michael Meyers wouldn't have hated on that skinny dude from True Lies so hard if his parents had doled out a little extra scratch for a namebrand costume. Even during a time when a cheap plastic mask and a rubber smock with "Superman" written across the front was considered to be an acceptably superheroic simulacra this Powder-if-he-was-a-janitor costume doesn't really set the imagination aflame.

Man, I love me some iconic horror movie villians. Freddy Kruger is such a bizarre combination of disparate motifs, but damnit, it works somehow. Jaunty chapeau? Check. Itchy wool pull-over? Check. Melt-face? Check. Knife fingers, made someone redundant by the fact that he has complete dominion over people's dreams? Checkmate.

I think Aaron Eckhart looks like a muppet. I drew him doing a muppetty dance.

Updates have been infrequent because my Adobe Suite has been all manner of screwed up. Everything's up and running now and I've got a nice backlog of images.

Some of the are of Batman but some of them are not of Batman.

Darling if the 1939 New York World's Fair, it's the horseless carriage powered by the parents of the recently orphaned! What a golden age of wonder and moral ambiguity!

I may revisit this drawing sometime in the future and add more good-looking to it.