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Jimmy Palmiotti & Justin Gray
Who's Who In The
SBCU Update 2003

Who Are... The Two In The Chamber?

Jimmy Palmiotti has more comic book credits under his belt than can be sensibly listed in a sidebar biography. He's done lots. Trust us. We don't lie. Much.

Notable amongst the above mentioned credits are:
Co-creator of 21Down, The Resistance, Gatecrasher, Ash, and Painkiller Jane.
Editor and founder of Marvel Knights, working on Daredevil, Black Panther, Punisher, Killraven, and The Inhumans.
Writer/co-writer on Beautiful Killer and Superboy.

Jimmy is also one of the comic industry's most popular ink artists, having put his pen to Superman, Batman, Catwoman, Midnight Mass, Codename ; Knockout, Sci -Spy, Punisher, Nick Fury, Brotherhood, and many, many more.


Justin Gray has been extremely lucky in that he has managed to slide his way into a number of exciting and interesting situations for which he was distressingly under qualified. He traveled to the mountains of the Dominican Republic and mined amber with the local people, spending his nights partying on the balconies of Santa Domingo. Along with eccentric inventor Roy Larimer, Justin has delivered previously undiscovered species of insects to the curator of entomology at American Museum of Natural Histrory.

Currently Justin is co-creator and co-writer of 21Down and The Resistance, with Jimmy Palmiotti, as well as being co-writer of Chastity Re-imagined from Chaos! Comics.

His upcoming projects include a piece of sequential fiction for the official Matrix Movie Website with artist JG Jones.


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By Jimmy Palmiotti and Justin Gray
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Dear Non-Comic Readers: You Know Who You Are...

This is one of those topics that, although done before and readily available, bears repeating. Since a number of my friends and their friends or family members that do not read comics have begun to follow this column, I thought I’d take a moment to throw a little light on this wonderful medium. It’s not something I can discuss at length over dinner without gathering blank stares or questions like “so how are the cartoons working out?” so a captive audience is a good thing. Relax, I’ve had to listen to you ramble on about Jeffersonian politics invading the Middle East, color coded alerts, disgruntled co-workers and the problem with finding a potential husband in your early thirties.

For those of you familiar with the evolution of the comicbook, or if you’ve read Scott McCloud's Understanding Comics
, feel free to skip down the page (or just look at these great ads from comic's past courtesy of steveconley.com) because you’ll already know that the first graphic novel was created and drawn in copper by Joseph Freiherr von Goez in 1783. You’ll also know that it was based on a poem entitled Lenardo and Blandine written by A. Bürger (no not an all beef patty with sesame seed bun). Although extremely melodramatic, Leonardo and Blandine with nine panel pages of single or paired figures lamenting the loss and pain of love, it does offer a study in the physical conveyance of emotion. Much like early film it also has a staged and theatrical feel.

Possibly the first use of speech balloons is documented in James Gillray’s “The Table Turned” in 1797, prior to that descriptive text and dialogue, was placed at the base of the image. You know, like a silent movie.

For non-comic readers, the historical significance of the medium rests heavily on the shoulders of Archie, Richie Rich, Casper and other funny books, superheroes like Batman, Superman, Spider-Man, and the occasional underground comic thanks to R. Crumb.

Every so often I listen to people discuss the medium of comics or sequential art as they relate to history, and the most common terms are “Silver Age” and “Golden Age”. Stick with me here. Occasionally there is some reference to a “Bronze Age”, but not often. These discussions center primarily on the genesis of superheroes, with the emergence of Superman in 1939 seeming like ancient history, something akin to the big bang theory where comics were born. It wasn’t always that way, but somewhere along the line a costume defined the genre, even if it was only a pair of form fitting swim trunks. This is where your perception blurs into cartoons and comics. Mickey Mouse is a cartoon, Road To Perdition is a graphic novel.

So my non-comic reading friends I ask you, who invented comics? Was is some frustrated pimply young man dreaming of big breasted women in bathing suits? Perhaps it was the skinny fellow on the beach getting sand kicked in his face?

Strangely enough it was Rodolphe Töpffer the son of a German painter, who due to an eye defect, was unable to carry on the family tradition. Judging by his choice of medium, working in India ink and black and white line art, the possibility exists that he was colorblind. Just a guess, I have no proof. Töpffer’s “M. Crépin”, translated as 'Obadaiah Oldbuck' in 1842, was the first comic book ever published in America. There goes the theory that comics are a truly American medium… at least we still have Jazz. OK, so if you’re interested to know more and want to stop looking at me like I’m talking about Jughead and Veronica every time I tell you I’m writing comics, here are some useful links and more links. Next time we have dinner and I’m pinched between baseball stats, what happened on the Real World and who gives a shit about Eminem wanting to kick Moby’s ass, you better be able to use the name Rodolphe Töpffer in a sentence.

Duck And Cover: It's Only Radiation

New Yorkers are notoriously neurotic at least that’s what most of the country believes after watching Woody Allen movies and Sienfeld, but President Bush and crew are working overtime to turn the country into one big knee jerking, paranoid square dance. If it’s not domestic terrorism, it’s Saddam’s big badda boom weapons program that has us jumpier than a Georgia waitress at a Muslim convention.


All I have been hearing over the last week is the ominous name: Indian Point, which eventually starts to sound like a Stephen King novel. You know, maybe there’s some ancient Native American burial ground under the site. Tuesday Sept 24th the nuclear power plant just thirty short miles from where I sit will hold an evacuation and emergency drill. This is what I like to call the orderly scramble to hopefully outrun impending fallout test, or O-SHIT for short. Last month the local residents surrounding the power plant were given vaccinations to help them survive in the event of a nuclear incident. Maybe Governor Pataki will be handing out special fallout umbrellas to ease fears of nuclear winter.

I'm trying to coax Robert Beerbohm into doing an interview for this column. In the event that I am unsuccessful, consider this...

Imagine Kim Deitch, Robert Crumb, Spain Rodriguez, George Metzger, Mike Kaluta, Ralph Reese, Roger Brand, Vaughn Bode, Willie Mendes, Willy Murphy, Jay Lynch, Harrison Cady, Bob Stewart, Larry Hama, Dick Lupoff, Steve Stiles, S. Clay, Robert Williams, Art Spiegelman, Berni Wrightson, Gilbert Shelton, Don Shenker, Bill Griffith, Justin Green, Larry Todd, Trina Robbins, Joel Beck, John Thompson hanging out around St. Mark's Square discussing all the possibilities of the medium of comics. Imagine them discussing the limitations of the “work for hire” market that held no interest to many of these talented people. Now imagine them all packing up and heading West in what has come to be called the "Great Trek" of 1968-69.

"This loosely structured community referred to themselves as the "Cartoon Workers of America" Their motto was "Don't Fuck With Us!" Their dedication was absolute.  They truly believed that comics were an art form that could be so much more than a mere conduit for adolescent fantasies and the pabulum dictated by the repressive Comics Code of the 1950s. For a time, they pushed America's buttons.  The community of underground cartoonists was a singular phenomenon in comics history, one that may never be duplicated again."
- Robert Beerbohm has been selling comic books for over 30 years. He has been a student of the art form since 1956. In 1972, along with Bud Plant and John Barrett, he helped found the first comic book store chain operation in the country. He not only lived through the development of the Direct Sales Market, he helped shape it. More recently, he has devoted thousands of hours to primary research in preparation for his soon-to-be-published book, COMIC BOOK STORE WARS, a 600-page history of 100 years of the comics business. He welcomes feedback and is happy to learn of any errors or omissions.

GYMNOPHOBIA: The Fear Of Nudity

Let's question America's obsession with violence and fear of nudity (in France, they edit out the violence, not the love scenes) in society and popular culture. There is a psychological correlation between the two and we both know it. Imagine a world where the dripping brain wound ends up on the cutting room floor instead of a ten second breast shot. Could that be why Americans have such a hostility toward the French? Are those Frenchy's just raking in the free love, a whole nation of nude people wandering around sipping wine and not giving a damn about what they look like? God I hate the French and their sexually open attitudes!

In Europe they have naked women plastered in ads all over the place, selling everything from dairy products to cell phones to life insurance. My experiences in Europe include all nude beaches where entire families do what American families do on their beaches only naked.

Self image is a huge issue in America, the onslaught of material designed to make you feel bad about your appearance is compounded by the idea that we're all supposed to be sexless and sexy at the same time. Meanwhile sexually frustrated, taboo controlled America manufactures sexually deviant serial killers in the Sam's Club bulk rate. A rape occurs every four seconds in this country.

American entertainment can easily splatter blood across the big and small screen at 200 gallons per second, but the wrath of god accompanies those who shamelessly view the naked human form. Possibly the best illustration of this underlying issue can be summed up by none other than the repressed hockey mask wearing slasher Jason Vorhees from Friday the 13th fame. The early movies, of course before we slipped deeper into the PG13 world. Our poor horny teenagers alone in the woods without supervision immediately give in to their natural instincts. Crank up the Barry White, break out that case of condoms it's on baby! Soon the lovely damsel, whose perfectly shaped breasts have been teasing us in half shirts for 20 minutes, strips off her top unveiling the great globes of sin and moments later is brutally eviscerated with a meat hook. That's it in a nutshell, murder and gore is cool, death and dismemberment works, but please keep those breasts covered lest we have to gut you baby.

Oh, one more thing before I go. Even though it doesn't further the story or relate directly to the business of writing columns, I'm completely naked.
- Justin


What A Week… Or Weeks For That Matter...

Normally I would write something to do with Justin’s well-researched information above, but not this week. My brain is mush and I figured maybe something close to home might be fitting, so I am going to unveil the last 2 weeks of my life and what is going on… maybe this will depress you, make you feel good or just amuse you, which is all I can really hope for.

Two weeks back...

Returned home from a 5-day cruise that left from N.Y and had stops in St. John and Halifax. The trip was a blast because we knew no one on the ship, and there were no phones or any outside disturbances. Unfortunately, we returned home to get a call from an illustrator friend… his dad had passed away, so he was coming in to new York to clean out his dad’s apartment of family pictures and the many things we accumulate over time. Depressing enough, but I love when this friend comes back home, even if its for a few days. We are best friends that never get to see each other. He doesn’t have a computer, so it’s always those late night calls for us to catch up. Because he was in town, he also asked me to call a mutual millionaire friend and try to get some comp Yankee tickets for him and his brother, something to distract them from the reality of the situation. Easily done and nabbed. 4 tickets for the weekend. Long story short, it rains and one game cancelled, the other rained out after inning 6, and he never made it out there anyway.

Back to work after meeting a bunch of friends downtown for a night of pool playing, [I won most of my games based on the single fact that everyone else was more drunk than I was]. A long cab ride home was made even longer as twice police roadblocks stopped us. Luckily the cabbie was sober. Amanda was out of town for the evening, so I was alone…and drunk. Probably better off in the long run.

SUNDAY

I get a call from my mom, my favorite uncle and godfather passed away from throat cancer. The wake was set for Monday. Rest of the day I spend with my mom keeping her mind busy, and then home to work on inking 21 Down #4. A weekend of deaths compounded by the ongoing adventures of Preston Kills.

MONDAY

I take a break; go see 4 Feathers with Amanda. The movie was ok… but long and the Hudson girl was stiff and boring and every time she was on screen, I literally slept in the theater— exhaustion will do that to you. After that I took my mom to the wake and got to see all my cousins, most I haven’t seen in a long time. It really sucks that this is the only time we manage to get together. My advice, don’t wait till tragedy to keep in touch, pick up the phone. One cousin runs a dance studio, another a union rep... They all have really no understanding what I do for a living and that’s kind of fine with me, I mean, explaining inking to someone outside comics is just freaky. They never get it. I’m content to be asked what cartoons I do and leave it at that. It has become a little easier of late to say I write comics, but then I get the “you don’t draw anymore” thing thrown at me.

TUESDAY

I work…and work…and work. Midnight Mass pages are the order of the day, but that doesn’t last long… Amanda and I go to the beach to eat a late lunch and while she stops by a local school to inquire about night classes, I'm back working between Midnight Mass and 21 Down. All Jesus Siaz and all good. I get a call that Black Bull wants me to write the intro to the second Just A Pilgrim trade.

I agree, and then think about it for a bit. I was the editor on the series, so really, someone else should do the honors. I call Gareb Shamus and ask him if he would be interested in doing it. He loves the idea and I tell him that I will edit his intro at least. Back to the drawing board after dinner, and this goes on till 3 am, everything gets blurry, hazy and I drag my ass to bed.

WEDNESDAY

I get up early, got to get a fed ex box out and head up around where Justin lives. Today The Resistance #1 hits the stores and we are to do a signing at Alternate Realities a small shop in Scarsdale. It is a really well run store that has, amazingly enough, 5 partners. We were calling them all Mr. 20% and such all day… was a lot easier than names to me after three hours of sleep. Fun group of guys that love comics to death. It was a nice signing and I had some fun talking a customer out of buying 3 copies of some stupid ass gimmick comic that had 3 different covers. Confused and looking to spend the money he was saving on not getting the multi-covers, I suggested he pick up something he’s never read before. He decided, on my recommendation, to give someone else a try. The store sold a good amount of 21 Down and Resistance as well as full sets of Midnight Mass that day.

I have never been to Justin’s home before. We usually meet up in Manhattan, the halfway mark between us, or he comes out to Brooklyn to work. It was finally my time to come by. Justin and Debra, his hot wife, have a really cute home nestled into the side of a hill…I think, lol. Plenty of green everywhere and a sweet pit bull to greet me as I came in the door. Actually, it barked and nearly bit off my left hand. Amused and brandishing a new scratch, I thought maybe it would be best to put the pup in the back room where he could entertain himself by banging his head against the door.

Following the signing, the crew from the store, Justin, Debra and I went to a Mexican bar where I can tell my pal the writer spends a lot of his free time. Even the bus boys were high fiveing him. Needless to say, the drinks were on the house.

THURSDAY

Another workday. Wrote some pages of a new project that got approved for DC for next year, worked up a bunch of questions for an interview for Newsarama and got back on 21 Down and The Resistance. Did this till 3:30 then headed into DC comics to say "hi" to everyone and have a really wonderful dinner with a cool bunch of people up there. You may have noticed by now, I am trying hard as hell not to name drop out of respect for everyone involved. I just have to respect others privacy, it’s my way.

Over drinks and steak at Michael Jordan’s steak house located in Grand Central, we discuss comics, coverage and how frustrating the internet can be at times when it comes to press releases. How people, creators, blow all the good press they can get on projects by telling the press about it 8 months in advance…and a number of other subjects as well. The usual industry crapola.

FRIDAY

Started off with me helping my younger brother Pete move out of my studio, which is at a separate address than my home, and into a roommate situation that is better suited for him. He doesn’t know the guy, but I learned he is a drummer, a nice quiet roommate to have if you’re deaf. After that, Amanda and I have a film crew pile into the studio. They are working on a documentary on comic creators. They interviewed the Simonsons, Frank Miller and Lynn, John Byrne, Chris Claremont, and now us. I give an inking demonstration using the splash page for 21 Down #4 and Amanda gives a penciling demonstration while drawing a Vampirella cover. This is fun, and runs a bit long, but these are all students trying to do something positive for the industry, so of course we do our best to accommodate them. A great group of guys and full of nervous energy. We talk movies for a half hour afterwards and then we wrap it up.

Alba Jessica - Photo - Jessica AlbaAmanda and I come in the door and there are 15 messages congratulating me on Beautiful Killer… I really don’t know what they are talking about, so I go on the computer and the first e-mail I open is Justin’s saying…

"Why do I have to find out my writing partner just tagged Jessica Alba to play Beautiful Killer from movie poop shoot? I am fucking psyched for you!!! You know I wanna meet her when they start shooting."

Well, that was news to me and I immediately called Black Bull to confirm it. It was true, this had been in negotiations for a bit, but it was finally happening. Shit I thought, no one has even read issue 3 and they are buying this? It’s fantastic to know and well… you learn in Hollywood that they are buying the idea… in the press release they even said that they are changing the name right away. What can I say… at this point; I have no other news but the press release. I then e-mail the Variety piece where all this went down to my small group of friends and go watch some Friday night TV, you know… Firefly, which has to get better or I’m gone, and John Doe… which is fun for a guy that likes to watch Jeopardy like me.

SATURDAY

Amanda and I work on some character drawings for an animation project for TV… it’s not something we came up with, but we both have input into the final project. It’s a beautiful day, so we grab our friend Joe Delfini and have lunch outside by the ocean. We get back and Image calls us and tells us that The Pro, our creator owned book, is completely sold out and asks if we want to do a second printing. We agree, but want to put a new cover on it. They tell us if we can nail it by Monday morning, they can do it. It has to go out to Diamond's catalogue a.s.a.p. Amanda does 5 roughs, we both pick our favorite and she goes to work on it, then I finish it up and scan it and its out to the colorist, Paul mounts. Total time 4 hours. After all this, I start writing this …and am still wondering if its something anyone has an interest in.
-Jimmy



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