Well, here’s the big reveal. This joke would’ve been funnier 6 years ago, or even 4 years ago when I was outlining the story. I know Sarah Palin is less relevant now than she was at that time, but I’m hoping you still find it mildly humorous.
Haven’t posted much about my whole adoption thing lately (new readers can find previous posts on the subject here), but after this weekend, I feel compelled to bring it up again. Brief synopsis for those who don’t want to read the archives: my twin sister and I were adopted at two-months old and then reunited with our birth family shortly after our 40th birthday. We’ve now spent a little over a year getting to know our birth parents, brothers, sisters, in-laws, nieces, and nephews, and it’s been an amazing experience.
We’ve spent the last two MLK weekends with as many of us as can make the trip hanging out at a rented log cabin in Branson, MO. Both times were a load of fun, with music and laughs and booze and SO MUCH FOOD. Three generations of my people playing and hugging and feeling the love. I still feel so fortunate to have had this opportunity to connect with my biological family. They really are a kind, smart, talented, and entertaining bunch.
So I guess that’s enough warm and fuzzy lists about my weekend. Hope yours was swell, too.
Caricature I drew of him for his 80th birthday, 2014.
Anybody out there? It’s been awhile, huh?
I felt the need to check in today because it’s my biological father’s birthday. It’s been a little over four years now since I first met him, and almost eight months since he passed away. The three years and change inbetween were not enough, but folks who knew him much longer than that feel cheated by the amount of time they had with him as well. He was that kind of guy.
I couldn’t build a lifetime of memories with him, but the memories I do have are pretty great. His intelligence, his kindness, the way his breath would rise off of the gin snow-cones he called martinis. He was genuinely interested in/entertained by the various accomplishments and shenanigans of his many grandchildren. He had a great laugh–I couldn’t help but smile every time I heard it.
I love you, Dave, and I miss you. I’ll have a martini at wikiwak in your honor.
Just wanted to mention that, despite the lack of activity around here, I’m still at work on The Moose Riders. Found out the other day that the fine folks over at ComiXpress, who I’ve been printing my comics through, have decided to retire from the world of print-on-demand comics. Obviously I’m sorry to see them go, but I wish Logan et al. the best of luck. I’ve spent the last few days trying to make a decision about a new printer, and it looks like Ka-Blam is the way to go. They have slightly different tech specs, but if I’m lucky they’ll be able to work with the files I’ve already got. If not, it might take a bit longer for the print comics to become available again. Either way, I will keep you posted.
Anyhow, I guess the point of this post is just to reassure you, the loyal reader, that print comics will come back, and that new pages are on the way when the distractions die down a bit. Chapter 4 will continue as soon as I am able to make it happen. Thank you for your patience!
Happy Holidays! For the rest of this month (for the rest of this YEAR!) I’m running a Buy-One-Get-One sale on the Moose Riders digital downloads. This means you will be able to buy BOTH Chapter 1 and Chapter 2 of the Moose Riders for only $1. Pre-load The Moose Riders on the Kindles, Nooks, and iPads you’ll be giving away to loved ones! Come back after Christmas to put The Moose Riders on the fancy devices you got for Christmas! Use discount code 1dollar2books at checkout from now through December 31!
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The second chapter of The Moose Riders begins with the travelers camping in the Alaskan wilderness. A flashback fills us in on a few more pre-outbreak details, and we meet…
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‘Sup, homies? Ready to do something nice for the human race? Well, here’s your chance. Comic Creators for Freedom begins their annual donation drive today. Donate $5 or more and you get a totally sweet wallpaper showing 127-ish female characters in this epic snowball fight. Even more importantly, your generous donation gets split between two very worthy causes in the fight against human trafficking, Love 146 and Gracehaven House. Help out.
“Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can
change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.” -Margaret
Wednesday, January 11th is National Human Trafficking Awareness Day. To participate, we formed the Comic Creators for Freedom – a group of over 100 comic book creators who volunteered our artistic talents to raise money and awareness for this cause. You may not know it, but there are currently 27 million enslaved people worldwide- more than double the number of enslaved Africans during the trans-Atlantic slave trade. UNICEF estimates that 1.2 million children every year are sold into slavery, most of it sexual. The US Department of Justice estimates 16,000 victims of human trafficking are brought into the United States every year. Unlike slavery in the past, what is happening today is happening in secret.
It won’t end until awareness is raised, and people like you and me take a stand.
So here’s what we did: each creator contributed an original drawing of one of our own female characters, and combined them into a single wallpaper image! The wallpaper features characters from all over the web, including
Girls with Slingshots, The Dreamland Chronicles, Kukuburi, Earthsong Saga, Looking for Group, Love and Capes, The Dreamer, The Moose Riders, and tons more! Donate today to download this unique, once-in-a-lifetime wallpaper. The Donations Drive will last for two weeks, from Monday January 9th – 20th. All proceeds will be split evenly between Love 146 and Gracehaven House– two organizations working on rehabilitation of victims and prevention of this crime.
To learn more about the CC4F visit www.comiccreatorsforfreedom. To learn more about the problem, visit http://love146.org/slavery. (Note: contains adult themes and actual accounts of sex slavery.)
Ok, so there’s this group of cartoonists/illustrators that have been doing this awesome fundraising thing to help put a stop to human trafficking. The theme this time around is “Epic Snowball Fight!” Each participant is drawing one of their female characters either throwing or getting hit by a snowball. All these characters will be put together into a big snowy Battle Royale wallpaper for the fine folks who donate during the big drive in January. Cool, right? Anyhow, I volunteered to be a part of it. I’m drawing Lola–you can see an early shot of the WIP over on my dribble account.
I’ve upgraded to the latest version of WordPress, Webcomic, and Inkblot, and a few things have changed a bit. Still trying to tweak some stuff, but I wanted to point out the new Character pages I’ve got set up for the Moose Riders. This finally gives the kids their names, which should make my son happy. Now if you look at the bottom of each individual post, there will be a list of each of the main characters. If you click a name, it will take you to a page with a character description and a list of every page that character appears on. Cool, huh? Anyhow, here they are: Lola, Westley, and Moose.
Busy week. Will try to get 25 finished up later next week.
Page 24 is kicking my ass. I keep re-drawing bits with repeatedly disappointing results. Plus, a water main broke in my front yard. Sorry for the continued delay.
I’m working on the site a bit to prep for the upcoming launch of The Moose Riders, so things might get shaken up a bit.
Let me start by saying that Grandpa Sex Machine is NOT based on my grandfather.
My real grandpa was definitely a charming guy who flirted with every woman he met, but he had class and was always a gentleman (not like Gus).
I’ve always heard the stories about how tough Grandpa was–how after he, his crew mates, and their B-25 got shot up with .50 caliber machine guns and they were getting ready to land, he threatened the pilot that pulled into the flight path in front of him, even though the other guy out-ranked him. How he kept the bullet in his back for 10 days because the flight surgeon said, “I’ll come back for that later–I’m too drunk right now.” How they got shot down over China, bounced off a rice paddy, and flew the rest of the way home. How after being stationed on Guam his job was to fly inside typhoons (those are hurricanes to you and me). On purpose. Repeatedly. How there were times inside a typhoon when they had the nose pointed straight down and the throttle all the way up but the altimeter kept climbing.
Those are the stories I heard about Grandpa. What I knew about him first-hand was that he was the man who taught me the importance of filling every crater in your waffle with syrup. He taught me the whole concept of “Ladies First,” including the bit about holding the door open. We built a birdhouse together. We sat at the bar together when I was little and he’d drink a dry martini while I drank a Shirley Temple. He always insisted on picking up the tab. He’s the first person I knew with a home computer (an Apple II+), and he encouraged my sister and me to use it/play with it/learn about it.
He had plans to live to 102 and get shot by a jealous husband, but it didn’t quite work out that way.
I love you Grandpa, and I miss you.