A few years ago I scanned all of Dave Sim's notebooks. He had filled 36 notebooks during the years he created the monthly Cerebus series, covering issues #20 to 300, plus the other side items -- like the Epic stories, posters and prints, convention speeches etc. A total of 3,281 notebook pages detailing his creative process. I never really got the time to study the notebooks when I had them. Just did a quick look, scanned them in and sent them back to Dave as soon as possible. So this regular column is a chance for me to look through those scans and highlight some of the more interesting pages.
So after last week's notebook entry, I realized that there were a couple notebooks that we've only looked at once before. One of those is notebook 26 (it was previously called notebook 23) in Cool's Right. It covers Cerebus issues #224 to #230.
Here is the cover, just another Hilroy notebook:
Notebook #26, front cover |
Notebook #26, back cover |
And here is page one of the notebook, starting with issue 224.
Notebook #26, page 1 |
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That's Susan Alston's writing. Her yorkshire terrier, Smutty (named because of her similarity to the smut-nosed seal on the label of a New England indy ale brewer) (it's a long story) (although also the perfect name for the housepet of the Executive Director of the COMIC BOOK LEGAL DEFENSE FUND) had a great fondness for pig's ears. Grisly objects. Literally a pig's ear dried and cured and edible. Combination toothbrush, snack and chew toy. I think I said something about "I have to remember to pick up some pig's ears for Smutty" and she decided that the back of my notebook was a good spot for a reminder.
It used to be very funny when the dog would wander off through the neighbourhood and Susan would have to stick her head out the back door and yell, "SMUUTTTT-YYYYY! SMUTTTTTYYYYYY!"
Well, I thought it was funny.
No, that's funny.
And, oh so telling.
Yeah, that is funny.
-- Damian
Okay, so it isn't just me. OR it's all three of us and everyone else is gobsmacked, appalled and horrified.
"Gobsmacked, Appalled & Horrified. I'm sorry, Mr. Appalled isn't in today. Would you speak with Mr. Gobsmacked? Please hold, I'm transferring your call now."
"Mr. Gobsmacked? This is Ms. Howe of Dewey, Cheatham, & Howe."
"I'm sorry, tell me your name again?"
"Howe."
"By flapping your lips."
... So obviously I have no sense of humour.
-- Damian
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