Intermission — April 23 — Bigfoot Problems

Posted on April 23, 2026 by Brad Guigar

There are some Bigfoot problems that hit harder than others — and for certain legendary figures, male pattern baldness anxiety isn’t just about looks… it’s about legacy. Today’s comic imagines what happens when one very famous cryptid starts wondering if his myth might not survive a receding hairline.

What I’m Watching: Invincible, JJK, and the Great Animation Trade-Off

I’ve been watching Invincible with my sons, and I’ve got… thoughts.

First off: the story? Very, very good. Genuinely compelling stuff — even though the violence and gore is way past my personal comfort range. I'm not super comfortable with one character shooting another. The stuff that happens on a median-level episode of Invincible is a real challenge for me.

As someone who does NSFW comics, I'm constantly amazed at how perfectly acceptable Invincible is... yet an animated series based on Phil Foglio's XXXenophile would have people losing their ever-loving minds.

Further, it's a little disappointing to go from watching Jujutsu Kaisen (which we're also following at the moment) to watching Invincible.

JJK features jaw-dropping visuals and animation that constantly raises the bar episode after episode. It's phenomenal.

On the other side of the spectrum, Invincible clearly put all of its budget into getting celebrity voice talent. Some of them are very good.

I just wish a few of those Amazon dollars had been spent on the animation. Some of the scenes are pretty clearly PNGs that get enlarged to show an object moving through space, and it's a goddamned embarrassment.

But the story itself is very, very good.

Comic Con 2008: The Night

Posted on August 1, 2008 by Brad Guigar

Saturday night will go down in Webcomics history as The Night.

For the Halfpixel gang (Scott Kurtz, Kris Straub, his intern Magnolia Porter, Dave Kellett and me), it started with a brilliant idea by Kellett. He figured that, instead of fighting the crowds in the Gaslamp District, we’d pile into his vehicle and drive out to one of his favorite fast food places, The In & Out Burger. For a little more on that, check the second half of Scott’s video, embedded below.


San Diego Wrap Up from Scott Kurtz on Vimeo.

After that, we found a parking spot right outside the Westgate Hotel, where Jonathan Rosenberg has invited us to join in an informal, annual Comic Con meet-up. As we entered this very cozy (small) bar area, we could see a baby grand piano with a woman signing show tunes. At a couple tables, a few civilans are starting to realize that they’re being overrun by a very strange element. Included in this group is a man — beard, middle-aged, distinguished — who suddenly gets beckoned to the piano.

He grabs a microphone and starts belting out Ain’t Misbehavin’. And the guy has pipes. I’m looking around, having just secured a whiskey sour (there was no fresh mint for mojitos, alas), and I’m noticing that everyone’s jaws are scraping the floor.

“Kris,” I whispered, “Who is that guy?”

Doing an excellent job at hiding his disgust, Kris whispers back, “That’s Jonathan Frakes… ‘Riker’ on Star Trek TNG.”

“Wow!” I whisper.

Don’t believe it? Maybe Rich Stevens can convince you.



So… now a man walks up. He’s bald, wearing a white shirt that hangs like a lab coat on his frame, with small, circular sunglasses and a little tuft of chin whiskers. This guy walks up to the piano and convinces the piano lady to leave her post so he can sit down.

He starts playing chords. They don’t really seem to go together in any logical progressing, but then again, most modern jazz is lost on me, so for all I know it was impeccable. And he’s singing. No lyrics; just syllables. Notes. Do bee doo bee doo kind of stuff.

Me? I’m flummoxed. Again.

And I look around and notice jaws agape once more.

I lean down to the stalwart Straub once more for an I.D. check.

His disgust is slightly less disguised, “That’s Sisko!”

I was never a regular watcher of Star Trek Deep Space Nine. My introduction came with reruns of the original, and then TNG. So, I have to admit, some of the magic of the moment was lost on me.

But the look in everyone’s eyes — especially Kris’ and Scott’s — really brought it home for me. A few more moments into The Night and Avery had grabbed Kris by the arm and led him to the piano, where he, Kris and Scott belted out At Last. I grabbed Scott’s recorder and got a few bars taped.


Mr. Brooks from Scott Kurtz on Vimeo.

The afterglow found us all sprawled in comfy leather couches in the lobby of the Westgate, kind of in this “Did that really just happen” state of mind.

It did.