Either way, now I've got a picture of Ayn Rand wearing Mickey Mouse ears in my head, and it won't go

Comics Updated!
AWFW
CS
Or here if the RSS feed hasn't caught up..

Special thanks to long long long long time friend Dave McVey for doing the art on AWFW while I was out in North Carolina.

As for CS....he's baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. :)

Either way, now I've got a picture of Ayn Rand wearing Mickey Mouse ears in my head, and it won't go

Comics Updated!
AWFW
CS
Or here if the RSS feed hasn't caught up..

Special thanks to long long long long time friend Dave McVey for doing the art on AWFW while I was out in North Carolina.

As for CS....he's baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack. :)

I do get a lot of spam offering to increase my obelisk by 2-5 inches.

DAY EIGHT - Durham

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Another early morning, only this time Emily hadn't gone out for a walk. During the trip to the Japanese steakhouse, we'd both noticed a rather large number of abandonned rail road tracks winding around Durham, each morning she'd gone out to track them and see where they went. Today she left after I woke up, and I didn't see her for a number of hours. I was a little worried...but she found her way back with loads of pictures a few hours later.

They day was rather slow, again with me hanging around the other comic artists. I finally got to meet McKenzee of Sinister Bedfellows (who I missed most of the con (Sorry!)) and Chris Hazelton of Misfile (although we had had the LGBT panel the previous night), and even joked around a bit with Charles Keegan about buying happiness by the pound.

We all attended the webcomics summit, which was sparsley attended (just like everything at the con, it was even less attended than last year) . I had a nice long talk with the Dedicated Webcomic Audience Member (sorry, you never told me your name!) about not being shy and giving us an Email or two when we're not in town.

That evening, Sherri, Liz, Jessica, Emily and I tucked away back into our bedroom for a bit of pizza and hanging out and spending the evening visiting, joking and in general doing more upstairs than we were doing downstairs.

You know, sadly, I'm having a lot of trouble padding this thing out. There just wasn't all that much to see or do this year, other than hang out with some of the other webcomic artists. The con was such an incredible dud this year that there was just not much in the way of excitement.

I do get a lot of spam offering to increase my obelisk by 2-5 inches.

DAY EIGHT - Durham

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Another early morning, only this time Emily hadn't gone out for a walk. During the trip to the Japanese steakhouse, we'd both noticed a rather large number of abandonned rail road tracks winding around Durham, each morning she'd gone out to track them and see where they went. Today she left after I woke up, and I didn't see her for a number of hours. I was a little worried...but she found her way back with loads of pictures a few hours later.

They day was rather slow, again with me hanging around the other comic artists. I finally got to meet McKenzee of Sinister Bedfellows (who I missed most of the con (Sorry!)) and Chris Hazelton of Misfile (although we had had the LGBT panel the previous night), and even joked around a bit with Charles Keegan about buying happiness by the pound.

We all attended the webcomics summit, which was sparsley attended (just like everything at the con, it was even less attended than last year) . I had a nice long talk with the Dedicated Webcomic Audience Member (sorry, you never told me your name!) about not being shy and giving us an Email or two when we're not in town.

That evening, Sherri, Liz, Jessica, Emily and I tucked away back into our bedroom for a bit of pizza and hanging out and spending the evening visiting, joking and in general doing more upstairs than we were doing downstairs.

You know, sadly, I'm having a lot of trouble padding this thing out. There just wasn't all that much to see or do this year, other than hang out with some of the other webcomic artists. The con was such an incredible dud this year that there was just not much in the way of excitement.

Some people call me the Space Cowboy! Some call me the gangster of love...some people call me Mauri

DAY EIGHT (REDUX) - Durham

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Wow, I musta been high on something when I said it was a lack luster day, I completely got my days mixed up. With the help of a refresher from Emily's LJ, here are the things I glossed over in my last post. (I knew it was too busy that day).

That morning was the Win Lose ot Draw game, with Jamie Robertson & Mike Moon versus Jessica Silverstone and Jennie Breeden. The turn out was TERRIBLE, to the point that there were more artists than audience members. We did manage to find two audience folks, and I threw out the rules, since we just didn't have the audience foir two games (we just made one REALLY REALLY long game).

One of the words was antidisestablishmentarianism. Little did I know that Jennie and JEssica had made plans for such words, and drew a dot. The next word I chose? Dot.

It was a lot of fun, and hopefully, we'll do this again next year (minus the "home game" prizes...those boxes kicked my luggage's ass).

Lunch was at the "CAfe Feed Me" who had crashed the con last year, passing around illicit flyers and now had a nice full page ad in the con program. Not much on the menu (chicken burger, or beef burger?), but the cook's great attitude made up for it. Kinda like Brother's of Hamilton Square...get someone who uses the restaurant to keep their family in clothes, and they're always incredibly friendly folks.

After the Webcomics summit, Jamie Robertson asked me to come to the Subtext in Comics panel, which I went to after a quick run to the con suite with Jennie Breeden. I really wanted to do the subtext panel, because it gave me a chance to talk about A Wish for Wings which has a lot of my life in it, retold as a story about angels. As much as I love Closetspace, I like to think AWFW is the more important story. The panel was sparse again (except for the two Dedicated Webcomics Audeince Members, who I talked to at length after the panel), but a good one, since I got to expand and tak about AWFW for a change.

After that panel, we went upstairs for pizza, and a surprise call to Emily's friend Georgie about a sketch, and...well...the rest of the previous post about Day Eight applies. :)

Some people call me the Space Cowboy! Some call me the gangster of love...some people call me Mauri

DAY EIGHT (REDUX) - Durham

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Wow, I musta been high on something when I said it was a lack luster day, I completely got my days mixed up. With the help of a refresher from Emily's LJ, here are the things I glossed over in my last post. (I knew it was too busy that day).

That morning was the Win Lose ot Draw game, with Jamie Robertson & Mike Moon versus Jessica Silverstone and Jennie Breeden. The turn out was TERRIBLE, to the point that there were more artists than audience members. We did manage to find two audience folks, and I threw out the rules, since we just didn't have the audience foir two games (we just made one REALLY REALLY long game).

One of the words was antidisestablishmentarianism. Little did I know that Jennie and JEssica had made plans for such words, and drew a dot. The next word I chose? Dot.

It was a lot of fun, and hopefully, we'll do this again next year (minus the "home game" prizes...those boxes kicked my luggage's ass).

Lunch was at the "CAfe Feed Me" who had crashed the con last year, passing around illicit flyers and now had a nice full page ad in the con program. Not much on the menu (chicken burger, or beef burger?), but the cook's great attitude made up for it. Kinda like Brother's of Hamilton Square...get someone who uses the restaurant to keep their family in clothes, and they're always incredibly friendly folks.

After the Webcomics summit, Jamie Robertson asked me to come to the Subtext in Comics panel, which I went to after a quick run to the con suite with Jennie Breeden. I really wanted to do the subtext panel, because it gave me a chance to talk about A Wish for Wings which has a lot of my life in it, retold as a story about angels. As much as I love Closetspace, I like to think AWFW is the more important story. The panel was sparse again (except for the two Dedicated Webcomics Audeince Members, who I talked to at length after the panel), but a good one, since I got to expand and tak about AWFW for a change.

After that panel, we went upstairs for pizza, and a surprise call to Emily's friend Georgie about a sketch, and...well...the rest of the previous post about Day Eight applies. :)

My god, it's full of fajitas!

::blink::

I did it. I actually DID it. For once I managed to not make my grandmother cry and made tortillas. Really GOOD tortillas. That are tasty. And not gigantic salty cookies. With my grandmother's rolling pin, cutting board and comal.

I....COOKED. And it's GOOD!

My god, it's full of fajitas!

::blink::

I did it. I actually DID it. For once I managed to not make my grandmother cry and made tortillas. Really GOOD tortillas. That are tasty. And not gigantic salty cookies. With my grandmother's rolling pin, cutting board and comal.

I....COOKED. And it's GOOD!