Physics in action at a summer camp. Watch for the end.

This legal eagle decides to defend himself in a court case. I guess things went bad and he had to resort to his brilliant oratory to pull his bacon out of the fire. Or he just carried on like an idiot, I can’t remember. Click the video to see the whole story here.

Exactly what is says. The Internet: 195,574,065 ways to make you say WTF?

Top of the world, ma!

It’s sort of a moving pratfall.

We got any Cheetos left? Doritos, maybe?

Who knew pogo sticks were advocates of Darwinism?

Don’t watch at work, Grandma gets a real pleaser for her birthday present.

I found out early yesterday that my friend Mike Turner had died of complications from the ongoing treatment of his cancer. He was 37 years old. I’ve spent the day sort of coming around to writing this.

I met Mike at the beginning of both our comic book careers, when we were working at the Top Cow studio in Southern California in the early 90’s. Mike quickly became a superstar with the success of Witchblade and helped Top Cow re-invent itself and flourish. He was one of the most driven to succeed guys I know, and he did so brilliantly.

Up until I moved to Florida in 1999, I would hang out quite bit with Mike both when I was a part of the Top Cow studio and also when I wasn’t. Mike was a standout in the studio very early on. He was always a friendly and fun guy, very competitive with the Playstation, and like all of us happy to be making comics for a living. He did well with the ladies, was talented and hugely successful at his chosen craft, and was an avid fitness and sports guy in a studio full of people like me who rarely left their drawing table except to grab fast food. I never begrudged Mike any of his success because he was always a great guy who worked hard and never put anyone else down. He could have, he was the big dog in the studio behind Marc Silvestri, but he didn’t. After I left Top Cow, I would still sometimes hang out with Mike at his condo when we were both on comics deadlines, watching movies all night and drawing, bullshitting, and occasionally finishing pages. Those were very fun times, and they’re times I have thought back fondly to over the years.

I remember when Mike first started complaining of hip pain when he would go mountain biking, but I had already left for Florida by then and was busy with the new CrossGen Comics when his diagnosis of bone cancer was first discovered. I saw him a few times a year after that, usually at conventions, through the ups and downs of his treatment. He was always the same Mike, always in good spirits, often tired but still friendly and positive. During those years he formed his own company with his own characters and was very dedicated to it, surrounding himself with like-minded good friends of his and doing very well. I know most of those guys, and my condolences go to them. They were a very tight crew, and this must just be devastating.

A lot of people are going to talk about how great Mike was as a comic artist, and that is true, but I am remembering a funny nice guy who helped make my time spent in Southern California some of the best years of my life.

Brandon

I couldn’t care enough to make a video, I know me.