Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Aubaine du pontife

Hi there friends, it is indeed September. The ninth month. The end of the summer. No more warm and careless nights, no more shallow conversations about swimming, and much less manual labor. And more comix. You like comix don't you? I like comix, but I also like getting paid. Take, for example, the recent financially dictated hiatus. Another example- playing certain games on the internet. Jobs and gambling, both good ways to make money.
But aside from all the work and internet, I'm very excited for the very real possibility of seeing some real and human fans at the Alternative Press Expo at the end of this month in San Francisco. I love that city. I love meeting folks face to face, pressing the flesh as it were. One of my favorite things to press, actually. And there looks to be a good crowd of it gathering for this event.
So be well, check back soon, and prosper. More comix are coming, more opportunities are out there for you and I. Enjoy the leaves changing and see you soon!

Thursday, May 5, 2011


No other way to put it; had to get a damn haircut and start working full time, don't have time for comix, regular updates suspended til September. I'd hoped to stretch winter schedule a little longer but the Focus needs brakes and I ran out of dough and a lot fell through this winter so three weeks ago I had to start swinging a hammer again. I have a few other projects going, a few videos to be put up late summer or early fall. I'll do my best to finish out series 6 over the summer and do some animal alphabet but I make no promises. Sorry for that. Get on the rss, stay in touch on facebook and check back later if you can choke back the bile. It's summer though so you should be outside anyways. I know I will be. Also, get to San Francisco for Alternative Press Expo in October because I've got a table and some shirts still and who knows what all else. Maybe I'll buy you a Pabst? Think about it and thank you thank you thank you for reading.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

cold swoll

Hello, there! Hi!

Dear readers, I've broken a promise, lately. I've also done some other things, which were good things and I don't mind telling you about them. First, the bad news. I missed an update. It's up now, but it wasn't there last Thursday, when you needed it. I don't know what to say for myself. I was having a... tough week, for art. Blank page syndrome. My doctor says I'm too young to be worried about that, says it's probably nothing. I said, that's the problem. Nothing. Not that I can't think of anything. I have plenty of ideas. They just couldn't make the jump from head to paper. I feel much better now, though.

Another thing that happened, when I wasn't not updating, is skiing. And I'm not talking about the namby-pamby, get dressed up and sit down for some hot french fries and cold beer. Nor the, swishy, splashy, knees together, edges-tuned, goggle-tanned good times. Do not get me started about hi-speed quads. I am talking about skiing, the cross-country kind. Real skiing. On Saturday I went to Mount Greylock (elevation just a shade under 3,500 feet) with my two fellow coaches and four varsity high school skiers, and we skied UP. It was windy, and cold, and the top was about 8 miles from where we parked. It is redundant to say, but it was mostly uphill. To summit took about 2 hours and 40 minutes, which is pretty good time. Pretty GREAT time. When we got to the top it was snowing sideways and the view was not visible. There were no buildings open, and the only shelter from the wind (which was ferocious) was a line of tethered outhouses. I can tell you that's the first time I've ever eaten lunch with six other people in a john. I know it sounds gross, but this particular john was hygienically frozen and did not appear to have had any visitors in quite some time. After getting the feeling back in our fingers and toes and faces, and almost repairing a blown out binding (my heel plate broke off; I tried but failed to fix it with a plastic bag and my knife) we headed back. The trail was mostly downhill, this time. It took less than an hour and a half to get to our cars. I fell at the bottom, but no one saw.