Here’s the thing. I’ve been wanting to work with Ming Doyle since I first laid eyes on her work, patient full of lush brushstrokes and an inky, organic cool that draws one in. The problem is that she’s kind of in demand. BOOM! Studios just had her do a chunk of the Jennifer’s Body graphic novel, and she’s appeared in more Image anthologies than I knew were made and she’s got commissions a-go-go, so I figured out a schedule that would work for both of us: once a week, on Tuesdays at noon. I’m pretty sure that in the near future, I’m going to be begging her to please, for the love of god, turn in this week’s strip so I can stop sacrificing these college freshmen I’ve been “tutoring” in my basement, but I hope this is the beginning of a long, fruitful collaboration.
I knew I wouldn’t be averse to the thought of working with Kevin Church the moment I first met him. It was in the basement of the Somerville Theater, which also happens to serve as the Museum of Bad Art, and we were just about to watch Robocop. There in that dark recessed chamber of Davis Square, flanked by forgotten Cray-Pas™ masterpieces of old and futuristic visions from the past, I felt the call to comic book arms. It wasn’t until months later when Kevin pulled the plight of astronauts Steve and Dan from out of the seeming blue that I knew what we’d be working on together, but with wit, humor, taste and charm as sharp as Kevin’s, I always hoped it would be inevitable that we should. Also he enticed me by offering to finance an actual trip to outer space for research purposes, so I’ll see you in geosynchronous orbit, suckers.