Okay, last post today, I swear to god, but this one was too weird not to comment on. Driving back from the store, there’s a McDonald’s. On the McDonald’s sign, under the Golden Arches and the billions and billions served, it says–I kid you not–“POETRY NIGHT — FRIDAY 6PM to 8PM.” I am speechless–but not […]
Monthly Archives: June 2006
Walked down to the stream. Near to the path, on the edge of the bushes, was a large, heavy-bodied snake, maybe two feet long, very thick in proportion, a seriously meaty snake. None of the little whippy wormy snakes–this guy was pumpin’ iron at the gym and always cleaned his plate. It was dark, dusty […]
Looks like the nominations are out for the Web Cartoonists Choice Awards this year. Digger is up for the same two categories as last year, Outstanding Black and White Art and Outstanding Anthropomorphic Comic. As weird as it may sound, since we won in the black and white art category last year, I’d just as […]
The deer have pruned the Japanese maple, the blueberry, the gaillardia, and they browsed my black-eyed susans down to pitiful nubs. “Eat meat for lunch,” I told James. He sighed the sigh of a man who will be peeing into a bottle by nightfall. It is probably entirely my enthusiasm for gardening that leads me […]
The art is matted. The prints are done. Well, no. It would be more accurate to say that *I* am done. If more prints are needed, I’ll do ’em there. I filled print books and moaned and wailed and gnashed teeth, and there is no more than I can do. Today, I burn art to […]
Out of ink. Nearly out of paper. Need to do a Digger. Need to work on Nurk. Need to pack for Con. Obviously this is therefore the best time–nay, the only possible time–to decide that I should try to figure out a whole new way to do comics in color gracefully. Yeah! So it looks […]
Acid eating a hole in breastbone? Check! Nearly out of paper and ink again? Check! Glancing at printer and uttering the phrase “What fresh hell is this!?” Check! Waiting on delivery of backing boards? Check! Ah…I love cons.
Some day, I will die. (No, no. It’ll happen. I’m not that worried. Plenty of terribly inept people die all the time. How hard can it be?) What happens then, as Henry Ward Beecher said on his deathbed, is the Mystery. I do not believe in a conventional heaven or hell, but like many an […]
Printy. Printy printy printy. WE HATES THE PRINTS, WE HATES THEM FOREVER! SSSS! Printy. Today I’m back to filling the print books, which, as I’m mentioned, is a wretchedly tedious job. Next year, I may take y’all’s advice and seek someone local to work for art to take this boring but essential task. Yesterday, driving […]
With the growth of flowers, the Mystery Plant is at last known and classified. It’s gooseneck loosestrife. This is mixed news. On the one hand, gooseneck loosestrife doesn’t have anything like the horrors of its purple cousin. It’s an ornamental, people plant it deliberately. My patch was certainly planted deliberately, in this awful section of […]