Behold my Photoshopping skills!
Yeah, I think I got a little overzealous on that one. It started out as a photo of Bonecrusher and Robot Replicas Optimus Prime
and quickly became a little hilarious. Oh well.
Anyway, as you can tell, I found Robot Replicas Optimus Prime
. Robot Replicas
are a subline that features poseable, nontransformable action figures of the movie designs. (Don't tell anyone, but the jointing is clearly yoinked from Revoltech
. Oh, Hasbro, you dirty dogs!) I wanted to pick one from the line to see how they were, decided that one would be Prime, and finally there one was.
I have to say, I'm not really getting a lot of enjoyment out of him. Sure, he's a more movie-accurate robot mode that can move... a little... but I can probably get a wider range of movement out of either one of the larger transforming toys. On the other hand, I suppose he is less cumbersome.
If he came with the axe, though, instead of his arm-cannon, to swap out with one of his fists? Then he'd be awesome. He's just the right size to battle Bonecrusher, after all...
You'll notice this banner above the comic on all of my pages. Yes, I think it's worth mentioning that I'll be at Small Press Expo
a week from this weekend. I will have books. But that's not really the reason I bring this up.
Mostly, I'm embarrassed that I've ended up with one of those cliched "HEY LOOK IT'S JUST MY EYES" shots of myself. That seems to be a graphic design tactic deployed solely by (I have decided in my infinite wisdom) fat people and the terminally shy. Seriously, I am tired of your pictures of your stupid eyes! Stop making icons of your eyes!
But no! I am not like those wretched people. (Have I alienated anyone yet?) It just... ended up that way. I filled the space given me! Honestly! And to boot, I am only a little
fat, and I am antisocial, not shy. See? Here is the original photo, uncropped.
Phew. I feel better.
Though I really should have picked a photo to crop in which I am not drunkenly stammering across Oktoberfest. All I can remember is that I cornholed something, and I hope it involved a beanbag and not, say, a person.