Hey, hey. It's Valentine's Day.

I'm going to bypass the lame anti-Valentine's Day rant. It's hackneyed and boring. If you've got a jam then good for you. Jam on.  If you don't, it's not the end of the world. And no, Valentine's Day wasn't created by Hallmark and Hershey's just to sell cards and candy. It was created by the Catholic Church in 496 A.D. by some pope guy. At least that's what Wikipedia says. In 1969, the Catholics took it off the calendar but we still dig it anyway. So there's your educational tidbit for the day. You're welcome. 


But cards and candy are still super awesome and any excuse to give and get those things is pretty rad in my book. I got some super sweet valentines from my little monkeys at work. I was pretty excited. 


In all this hubbub, I decided to make my own valentines. And, not one to break with tradition, I went back to my tried and true subject matter. Behold. . . 

Ok, so maybe Batman and Liz Lemon are pretty perfect for each other. Both cranky curmudgeons who don't believe in Valentine's Day bliss. [It's Anna Howard Shaw Day as well, btw. Famous suffragette and Methodist preacher celebrated by angry ladies everywhere.]

Yes, naughty Bats is giving the finger. [Chill out, mom.] He's impolite like that. He also is holding a "Batarang." He's ready for business. Crime fighting business. So, suck on that V Day!

   

80s music rocks and you should too.

I made a comic that does not have Batman in it. It's sort of a miracle. Actually, I made two things where Batman does not appear. Stop the presses! 


I don't know how many of you are familiar with Michael McDonald: singer/songwriter, pianist, back-up singer, frontman of the Doobie Brothers who also propelled them to stardom in the 70s and 80s, wearer of a magnificent beard, and most of all - singer of sad love songs that tear at the very fabric of your soul (if they don't, then maybe you lost it somewhere). 

If you don't know the song, you should be ashamed of yourself and watch this gem. Note: he rarely looks at the camera. He's a shy sort of guy. 

Absolutely fabulous. 

And now for something completely different.

It's Patrick Bateman!!! Yay! Our favorite American Psycho. And he's fixin' to chop somebody with an axe. But only after he explains why Fore! is their most accomplished album, which includes the undisputed masterpiece, "Hip to Be Square." [I'm still working on his coif.]

Guess who's coming to dinner? Hint: it's not Sidney Poitier

I don't often do four panel comics but when I do, Batman is there. They're actually quite a bit of work. What with the drawing in pencil, drawing in ink, painting and such. Well, painting is the last step. There's really nothing that comes after that. I was just being overly dramatic. But this one is the new one. 

It was supposed to be a dinosaur interrupting a date but damn it if dinosaurs are tricky bastards to draw. Especially the legs. Friggin' legs. Get me every time. This is also my first attempt at furniture and drawing people seated. It took a few tries to get the angles right. Also, drawing food? That just sucks. 

Batman, like myself, enjoys steak. He also likes telling people when their dates are lame. Mostly, he just wants their meat. [Ed: That's what she said.]