Once again without an artist.
I told some of you that I'd found a new artist to draw my comic,
The Adventures of Fred Brown and His Amazing Pandimensional Multi-Ship. Well, guess what. She's quit. She has what are, to her, very good reasons, however she had assured me that this wouldn't happen, that she was different from the other artists I'd worked with. Everyone who knows her had told me this was a good idea, that she was great, and that I could rely on her. This is what I get for trusting people.
Time and time again I've learned the lesson not to work with other people and I keep forgetting. Hopefully I'll remember this time.
So, my friends I regret that you will probably never get to read the the wonder, the splendor, and the glory that is
The Adventures of Fred Brown and His Amazing Pandimensional Multi-Ship. The thing is Fred depends heavily on his friends.
I'll be getting back to work on
Infinity Jane now. Jane has no friends. She works alone.
Merry fucking Christmas.
Check out this great little Schoolhouse Rock style video,
Pirates and Emperors.
The Worst Christmas Ever.
In December of 2004, with the help of several friends, I packed a U-Haul truck with twelve years of accumulated books, comics, toys, CD’s, DVD’s, dirty clothes, three video game consoles with games, a computer, a TV, and a partridge in a pear tree. I was moving back to Texas from New York. Since I like to come home for Christmas, December seemed like the best time to do it.
It was to be the Worst Christmas Ever.
Since I don’t have a license, my brother Delano, was doing the driving. His wife Rachel came along for the ride.
About half way through our journey we stopped for the night in Memphis, Tennesee. Never stop for the night in Memphis, Tennessee. When we awoke the next morning the truck was gone, stolen. The motel staff were not very helpful other than to tell us that the same thing had happened next door a few weeks ago. The police were not much use either.
In desperation and despair we rented a car to make the rest of the journey. We didn’t get very far. Icy roads added an extra day to our already horrible trip. The bad weather also created huge travel hassles for my sister, Lita, who was flying in from Chicago. She ended up making the last leg of the trip from Dallas to Odessa by car with us.
When we finally reached Odessa the whole family was treated to a bout of the stomach flu. Everyone was puking or crapping.
But that’s not all. After Christmas was over there was one last fetid cherry to top off the holiday crap pie. As Dad was driving Delano and Rachel to the airport they were hit by another car. Delano and Rachel just walked the last hundred yards or so to the airport. No one was seriously hurt, but the car (which was borrowed) was totaled and Dad had back and rib pain for months.
Yes, it was truly the Worst Christmas Ever. But I learned something important- The Worst Christmas Ever is still Christmas.
God bless us, everyone.
P.S. About a month later the U-Haul truck was recovered. Much of my stuff was still in it. How I got it back is another story full of it’s own extreme suckiness.
Snow in Texas
Here. folks, Is what snow looks like in Texas. Sad, isn't it? It snowed last night and by noon it was all gone.
I just poster my review of the Fantastic Four movie over at
Fanboy Vs. Zombie.
testing rss feed
Just a little message to test something.
1- Show is going well
2- Burning CD's not going well.
3- Finally got ClearWire. Works well.
There's a media player online now with clips from the show-
here. I'm telling you, if you haven't seen Nowere Man, you've at least got to rent it when it comes out. If you enjoy shows like John Doe, the Pretender, The Prisoner, or Alias, I think you'd like Nowhere Man.
A Wonderful Life
A Wonderful Life opens at the Globe Theater on Friday. I'm playing three parts, Did I mention that already? I'm Tom Bailey, Ernie Bishop, and Mr. Martini.
