Aug 21
Tom Noir’s Art Direction: I want a sexy space princess trying hard not to ogle a slab of beefcake. Have her cleaning out her earwax or something.
Published 2000
Tom Noir’s Art Direction: I want a sexy space princess trying hard not to ogle a slab of beefcake. Have her cleaning out her earwax or something.
Published 2000
August 21st, 2015 at 10:55 am
“Pah, I asked for Channing Tatum, not one of the 80s Chippendales!”
August 21st, 2015 at 11:03 am
I’d wager the Sun isn’t the only thing that’s ascendant.
August 21st, 2015 at 11:31 am
So what’s the dude looking at…?
“Hey, check out my rad pecs!”
“Will you stop looking at yourself in the mirror for once, and give ME some attention??”
August 21st, 2015 at 11:59 am
Eric Idle on steroids vs. Milla Jovovich with a dye-job in the least intense breath-holding competition ever put on paper!
And, ah, note to the designer: I like that the sun is actually winged, and capable of ascending under its own power. That’s the kind of attention to detail we demand from our science fiction tales today.
August 21st, 2015 at 12:38 pm
John Saxon in a blonde wig with silicone implants – maybe he turned to waitressing after ‘Battle Beyond the Stars’.
Aeryn Sun is apparently listening to her iPod while waiting for a lift back to Moya.
August 21st, 2015 at 1:57 pm
‘Space…the final front of my knob…’
August 21st, 2015 at 2:01 pm
You can stare all you want, leotard-lady, but I’ll wager golden boy is checking out the package of some other sash-wearing dude across the spaceship.
August 21st, 2015 at 2:35 pm
What do you get the girl who has everything? A Popeil Handy Dandy Towel Holder. And for the first 1,000 customers I will include a small leather mystery grab bag at no expense.
August 21st, 2015 at 2:52 pm
Q believes his latest form may yet convince Capt. Janeway into becoming his baby mama.
August 21st, 2015 at 4:13 pm
“I say, is that a shirt over there? I seem to have displaced mine.”
August 21st, 2015 at 4:45 pm
The attention a pair of socks can get you.
August 21st, 2015 at 7:54 pm
“If I make his pecs big enough, no one will notice her legs are just two lengths of rubber hose!”
August 22nd, 2015 at 12:38 am
Hm. That must be Imperator Jagernaut Tertiary Kelricson Garlin Valdoria Skolia in the company of Aristo Tarquine Iquar…Houston, we have another incomprehensible Wikipaedia article!
August 22nd, 2015 at 2:06 am
@SI, in a variation of your idea:
“Suspicion grew in Carole’s mind as to the whereabouts of her missing socks…”
August 22nd, 2015 at 2:50 pm
@DSWBT: Wait until you get to the peace talks on Jaibriol III between the Eubians and Skolians! Riveting stuff!!
August 22nd, 2015 at 10:39 pm
@Tom Noir – No Trade Disputes? Not worth reading then.
August 23rd, 2015 at 5:37 pm
That poor chap seems to be suffering from a case of pectus carinatum.
August 25th, 2015 at 6:24 pm
She’s so busy cleaning out her ear she’s failed to notice her right hip’s wandered off somewhere. “Anatomical Issues”, anyone?
March 29th, 2016 at 1:22 pm
ATLAS SHRUGGED AND STARED BLANKLY OFF INTO SPACE.
March 29th, 2016 at 6:33 pm
If she keeps leering at him like that, more than the sun will soon be ascendant, as the cover rendering (unfortunately) shows all too clearly.
Although he does seem a bit clueless.
She: Nice pouch.
He: Really? You think so? I got it at Pottery Barn during their yearly “Leather Sale.” It’s a recreation of a Native American spirit pouch and it has this neat hook that let’s you attach it to your sash and it holds . . . .”
She: Not that pouch, you idiot.