MacGuffin

Internet amok

29 January 2016

The internet’s visit continues with unabashed chaos. Posted some progress images for this one on the twitter feed, and will in all likelyhood add as a blog post soon-ish as well. For those who have interest, this is 95% non digital – all bristol, pencils, ink, and masochism. The digital bit is at the end when scanning and perhaps some small cleanup. Which is ironic considering I work 100% digital all day at The Day Job.

Life is very complex.

The internet walks into a bar

8 January 2016

That freaky ol’ internet, amirite?

First comic of 2016. Told myself “Self, you are going to get these done WAY ahead of time, get ahead, right on schedule!”. Obviously I then totally blew it and just finished the two-hours-persnicketing-over-the-thing-with-white-out-.003-pens-and-xacto stage.

But there are 51 more weeks right?

One can hope.

Joy, judgement, and tinsel

22 December 2015

Man how time flies when you’re…what have I been doing?

Ah yes. The holidays.

Well back we are and hopefully on schedule. The boys look like they are set for the holiday. Don’t worry about them. It will build character.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. Whatever you do this time of year, hope it’s good.

FAT SACK OF SCARY No. 5

29 October 2015

I do not claim to be a well read man. I mean I read a lot. But 75% of the words I cram into my head would be hard pressed to be described as ‘high literature’. Still, The Pearl fills me with dread to this day.

I didn’t dislike reading the books that were assigned in general, varying from enjoying them to whatever-let’s-just-get-through-this. But there were a rare few that were a trudge to complete and left me praying for a quick end. Generally Steinbeck fell into that category. But that’s life. One minute you’re holding a priceless product of an irritated mollusk; the next you’re putting a bullet into your best friend next to the river. Or at least that’s what I got out of it.

Halloween is upon us. An all too brief time of crisp autumn air, haunted streets, and creepy joy. Enjoy.

Happy Halloween.

Retribution with orange juice on the side

9 October 2015

And bacon of course. The lesson here is ‘Never get between a man and his triffid’.

Or no – actually it’s ‘Judge not lest ye be thnacked’.

Or maybe ‘Don’t get the cheese omlette. The cook still has pink eye’.

I don’t know man. I just post the thing. I’ll leave you to interpret the meaning.

What’s hot?

18 September 2015

That’s right – your momma. You heard it. Hot. Maybe not to me, but to someone. Statistically speaking. I mean there are people out there who would say she’s hot. After all a lot of folks out there have really low standards. OH NO HE DIDN’T.

Yes. Yes I did.

Just hold your head high and put that book down.

31 July 2015

Gettin’ a little crowded out at that thar apocalypse.

I read To Kill a Mockingbird back in late grade school. Even though I only read it once, it stuck with me and was the first “assigned” book I really liked. Like most kids I assumed I would not and then halfway through it took hold. So now some decades later it still has an important place in my heart.

Full disclosure: I know almost nothing about the sequel. I know what I am hearing is motivating me more to avoid it than anything else. I doubt I would have liked any sequel really. But it’s not my book – not my characters. Not my call. Still, like Catch-22, in my mind the story stopped with the first novel.

And the rocket’s red glare, the grills bursting in air.

2 July 2015

I was so hypnotized by the 69 Tints story line (and are we all not?) last week I nearly forgot the holiday this week. Time out for a summer day filled with explosives and outdoor eatin’.

One year a neighbor came over to me while mowing the lawn with a garbage bag. He said he worked sometimes cleaning out houses, and they had found some fireworks, and gave them to me ‘for the kids’. In the bag was a small collection of gunpowder laden cardboard of questionable legality, at least where I live. On the Fourth, after some debate, my wife and I decided that after our daughter (only one year old) went to bed, we would pick one to try and let my 3 year old son watch. I put a coffee can sized box in the alley next to our home, lit it, and went back to the driveway. Two seconds later a 30 foot column of fire was shooting into the air accompanied by ear splitting, shrieking howls. My wife and I looked at each other in alarm. My son watched wide eyed with a look of pure joy as if this was the best thing he had ever, and would ever, see in his life.

So yeah. Totally worth it.