Remember the movie “Splash”? The secretary at Tom Hank’s business was Mrs. Stimler, and it is revealed early in the film that she was struck in the head by lightning and is a little off her rocker. In one classic scene, she is shown working with her bra outside her blouse, and I have taken that joke and put it on Rocky’s secretary. You’ll find out why she is wearing her bra wrong in next week’s page. And her boss is named after the character Rocky Rococo from the “Adventures of Nick Danger” by the Firesign Theatre and is modeled after Danny Devito’s character from “TAXI” which explains the painting of a taxi on the wall in the second frame.
I’ve been really sick this past week so I’m behind on work. But you get to see a good example of my process posted below.. In the bottom frame, you see what is my rough sketch of what I want in a frame. In the middle frame, you see where I’ve taken a rough sketch and cleaned it up enough to be inked. And in the top frame you see a finished frame.
I love looking at your work in progress as much as I love the finished 1977 pages. Feel better soon!
But does she have a pickle in a brown paper bag ? 😉
This one starts out strong, then gets a little sketchy by the end.
You could say that about Nick Danger too 😉
That is a miracle that Mrs Goodman at Rococo talent agency even survived a lighting strike given both the heat, voltage and current. She was a poor conductor get it talent agent and electricity hahahaha. So Mrs Goodman lost her marbles at least she’s alive. I’d wear corsets or bras halter or strapless or maybe do without due to tiny tits. Saving Bud and Jeff from stupid personal questions. No one like a dummy lifting up a skirt just to see under ware why they get slap across the face. Again Mrs Goodman lost her marbles so stop being dumb and rude. Hardly anyone ask if Bud or Jeff wear boxers, bikini, briefs or they are plain naked under those pants. Part of why Mr Rococo can’t find plan 9 gigs they are being dumb.
Things have been clarified.
Many, MANY years ago, I had taped a copy of “Nick Danger” (and “How Can You Be”) and would play them constantly. It reached the point where, when bored, I would recite them. One day, while stage right at a local theater (“The Newport Player’s Guild,” now gone. Press “F” for reverence.) I was stacking chairs, got bored, and started reciting “Nick Danger,” the theater was empty and I was loud. I reached the point where he gets to the Same Mansion and I said; “Hey, in there, open up, your door knocker fell off!” Before I could say anything else, a voice stage left called out; “What’s all this brou-ha-ha?” And he and I, with no idea the other person had been there, did the rest of the routine!