Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal. Show all posts

Sunday, June 27, 2010

My Father's Day Card






















I meant to post this earlier.

Last week, my son unleashed the most awesome Father's Day card in the history of the holiday.

Now, I understand. You think this is just me, his dad, being hyperbolic and exaggerating how cool it was. Nope.

A tiki mask with glowing glitter eyes ("They're atomic, Dad!")...and inside, two cyborg robot monkeys (again, more glitter glue) and some kind of artifact (with atomic symbols in the upper corners).

Me? I'm a hack. This kid? The real deal.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

I can't believe it's been two years
















Two years today. I miss you, Dad. (pic taken the day my son, Chance, was born, October 9, 2000)

Friday, August 28, 2009

Back to the blog--another birthday down

Sorry I've been so quiet...work, work, work!

I just celebrated a birthday a couple of days ago and was reminded by a childhood friend that I share a birthday with a famous public figure!

Interesting Steve Birthday Trivia
When I was 1 or 2 years old, the cereal Cap'n Crunch ran a contest for kids to submit their birthdays. A select few with the Cap'n's birthday would win a 5-speed bike. My folks submitted my brother and me. Guess who had a 5-speed bike before he could walk? Yes, I have the same birthday as Cap'n Crunch. True story.


Being a child of the 60s, I can't help but reimagine the pitch meeting of the ad agency and the General Mills executives through a Mad Men filter...


General Mills Executive: We'd like to tie in a contest with our new cereal, Cap'n Crunch. Maybe give a prize to the kid who shares the Cap'n's birthday.

Pete Campbell: Kids love contests! A great prize would be a savings bond!

Peggy Olson:
A toy...kids love toys.

Sal Romono:
When I was a child, I always wanted a dollhouse, with lots of pretty dollies...

Don Draper:
A bike. Throughout life, we're always going somewhere...but the destination isn't important. That's what Cap'n Crunch is about...the voyage on the high seas of childhood, passing though the sugary milk of bloated sweetened corn cubes into adulthood.

Monday, December 8, 2008

I miss you, Dad






















My dad passed away a year ago today. He was always a great supporter of my work and even posed for some of my reference.

Here he is standing in for a Nazi badguy.

I miss you, Dad.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Bear Down!

I was traveling last week, so I didn't have the opportunity to acknowledge the kickoff of the 2008 pro football season.

Lifelong Chicago Bears fan here. I bleed blue and orange. My son's middle name is Payton (not the contemporarily fashionable "Peyton"), as in Walter Payton, one of my boyhood heroes (along with Jack Kirby and Paul McCartney). His middle name is just as much a tribute to the Sunday afternoons I used to spend with my dad, watching Walter do the impossible. "Walter left, Walter right, and Walter up the middle" were the three key plays back in those days. And we would just watch in awe.

Dad and I continued to watch Bears games week-in and week-out. If I wasn't at his house watching with him, we'd be calling one another after significant plays (multiple times a game!).

Both Walter and my dad are gone now, but I still watch every game. And after a great tackle or a Devin Hester TD, I still reach for the phone, or look to my left, expecting him to be there with me, watching the play and laughing along with me.

I miss you, Dad.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Paul E. Bryant, 1928–2007

I've had a significant lack of posts here for a while.

It started with juggling my work on the forthcoming 24: Cold Warriors (more on that, and preview art in the coming days) and recently culminated in the death of my dad, Paul Bryant.

I received a phone call from my mom three weeks ago today. My dad had a dizzy spell and was having trouble adjusting afterward. I hurried over and was pretty sure that he had, indeed, had a stroke. I carried him to their van and drove him and my mom to the hospital (my folks are of that generation of "not wanting to be a bother" and my dad wouldn't hear of me calling 911).

While in the hospital, we learned that, in addition to the stroke, he had lung cancer. Not quite a newsflash to any of us involved (he was 79 and had smoked since he was 16), but it was bracing, none the less. The plan was that when he was able, we would move him to a nursing home to begin the rehabilitation process from the stroke. When he was strong enough, we would start chemotherapy.

Last Saturday night (December 8), four days after being moved to the nursing home, my dad passed away in his sleep.

This sort of thing is never easy, but none of us make it through life—well—alive. In all honesty, it could have been much worse. Had it been sudden, none of would have had the chance to say goodbye. Had it dragged on for months, it could have affected my mom's retirement money (our health care system doesn't like to step in until poverty has been achieved by the surviving spouse). It sounds silly to think about stuff like that, but I know that would have weighed heavily on Dad's mind.

He wasn't in pain in the post stroke days, either. And the last doctor he saw was his granddaughter, Dr. Amanda Bryant.

I talked to him on a daily basis when he was alive. I think I talk to him even more now. After all, I don't have to pick up the phone to call him. He may not answer, but most of the time I know what he would have said. With how much I miss him, I find that to be both sad and comforting.

Before all of this came down, I had plans for Ursula Wilde and Athena Voltaire, all pending my completing the 24 job. I hope that those plans will be realized in 2008. For now, though, I'm keeping my nose to the grindstone with 24. My dad taught me that when you work for a person you work for them. So that's what I'm doing on 24: Cold Warriors. Working my ass off.

I hope you're watching, Dad. I think you'll be pleased with the results.

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Some San Diego Pics






































I split my time between the Ape Entertainment booth and a in the small press area with my pal Jim Heffron of Lawdog Studios. Molly McBride, whose work as editor on Athena Voltaire, was there, as well.

The top photo is me with hometown pal Tim Bradstreet outside the Hyatt.

Next is the Ape Entertainment booth. From left: Ray-Anthony Height (Cereal and Pajamas), Kevin Freeman (Ape editor-in-chief, Subculture), me and Rob Guillory (Teddy Scares)

Molly and me at the Lawdog booth.