#18

If you don't know who Rob Liefield is, you might consider yourself lucky. Comic aficionados know him well. Basically, the 90's were a dark time for comic books. It was all "edge" and women with twelve inch waists. And pouches. Oh god the pouches. Many of the worst and most laughable offenses against the genre occurred during this decade. The silver age was often amusing for it's camp, but it has a certain vintage charm to it that makes it palatable. Nineties era comics were, in a word, bad. Rob Liefield was perhaps the worst offender of them all, and, most maddeningly, one of the most successful author/illustrators in comic history. He destroyed once beloved franchises by writing ridiculous stories and pumping out some of the most ridiculously bad art in the genre's history. And he made millions for it.

Still though, as half of the creative duo of a poorly drawn, poorly written comic strip, there is something comforting in knowing that there is historical precedent for success in this industry that is not necessarily contingent on talent or quality. So I've got that going for me.

Also, Jared forbade me from making any homoerotic comments regarding his depiction of me in the last panel. Frankly it hadn't crossed my mind until he brought it up. That he assumed I would is the real joke, so far as I am concerned.