Matt Timson

I occasionally like to remind people that being wrong isn’t nearly as important as how you choose to deal with being wrong.

Equally, if you freely offer up an unconditional apology, because you know you were wrong - and that isn’t good enough - that’s on the other person, not you.

You’re welcome.

I’m assuming you foolishly failed to check for two days?

Old Man Logan Halloween outfit. Claws, mutton chops, LOTS of bullet holes and blood.

Dead/zombie astronaut. White eyes, bloodied and gaunt skeletal features, illuminated by blue LEDs inside the suit. No helmet.

Honourable mentions to these two as well - Old Man Logan and a zombie astronaut.

Walter White Halloween outfit. Yellow hazmat suit, glasses, goatee, respirator/air filter and shaved head. It was a big deal to shave my head at the time because I actually had hair.

Terminator Halloween prosthetic that looks like a large portion of my face has been blown off, showing the metal skull underneath. Red LED where my eye should be. I was wearing the battery that powered it right on top of my eye - like an idiot. God only knows what I thinking…

Chest burster from Alien Halloween outfit. Lots of parents tutted at the bloody gore - and at least one child refused the sweets. Result!

The Corinthian Halloween prosthetic (mouths with teeth where my eyes should be). I could see surprisingly well out of the gaps between the upper and lower teeth.

I haven’t done Halloween since the pandemic - but here’s a few of my favourites.

Maybe I’ll come out of retirement next year.

Fucking hillbillies in charge. Polio??

Looking great!

Inky handprint from 2015/16. I made it to use in a cover for Self Storage issue 1. Found in a box of old papers I was sorting out last night.

The finished image for the cover of Self Storage issue 1. It’s a blue roller door with the number 83 sprayed on it, with a bloody handprint over the top. This image showed up in my Facebook memories this morning.

The universe can be weird at times. I was going through a big box of paperwork last night - stuff I hadn’t touched for years - and found the original handprint I used for a cover. This morning, that exact cover turned up in my Facebook memories…🤷‍♂️

Posted the wrong one. THIS is my latest time-wasting bullshit!

Back on my time-wasting bullshit. This is what I’m doing when I should be drawing comics…

The good news is that feeling is never going away - not even when your name IS on the cover.

You’ll always think other people are better than you, but I like to think of that as a sign that your ego hasn’t overtaken your ambition.

Equally, lots of other people will wish they were as good as you.

*sigh* fame and fortune. FAME.

Superman and Batman as stick figures. I may have peaked.

Decided to up my game. Game and fortune will surely follow.

(I’m good with just fortune, to be honest)

Stephen Miller is just Ozempic Mussolini.

You won’t change my mind.

Probably because I wear T-shirts these days!

What an inspiration.

Old passport-sized photo. Probably around 26-27. Very short, dark brown hair. What hasn’t fallen out is shockingly white now. The very epitome of youth being wasted on the young.

Found while tidying: 26? 27? Something like that.

Just mind farts. I know - it’s a bit of a waste, really!

Ah, yes - it’s our old friend, procrastination…

Reimagined film poster for "Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens" (1922). A blood-soaked Count Orlok is surrounded by vampire bats, the full Moon shining behind them. The bats heading right towards the viewer.

Work I did for a thing. Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens (1922) - reimagined film poster.

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Exactly this.

What an absolutely mental time to be alive.

*SecWar. It’s like you’re not even trying to keep up with the batshit!

DUI hire says what?

Is he drunk?

We’ve had this car over three and a half years. 😐

I’ve seen a fully coloured version of this - it’s lush!

I’ve done my best to drill into my kids the idea that it’s a permanent solution to a temporary problem; that they can come to us with anything and we’ll find a way through. I know it’s not always as simple as that, though.

Right in the feels - for reasons I don’t feel like talking about today.

I often hear (from massive bores, obviously) that suicide is the easy, or coward’s way out.

Shockingly, suicide probably isn’t anyone’s first option. It’s where people turn when they think they’ve exhausted every option.

Trapped. Don’t send help.

Use of “crossbar I” narrows it down slightly: it wasn’t a comic book letterer.