Wednesday August 27th 2014, 9:37 pm
September 6th we’re doing something we’d been thinking about doing for quite some time. A massive retail sale of comics and books I’ve worked on in some form or another, all from my personal cache.
There will be signed hardcover and softcover books, some of them in sets. Such as a few Batwoman five volume trade sets, or Promethea hardcover sets. Signed sets of various series. We’re also doing a bunch of grab bags– 50 random comics for $50 (Guaranteed at least 5 or more signed). There is an amazing array of comics going back to the early parts of my drawing career. Also throwing into this mix are old sketchbooks. There are some interesting surprises and odd things in there. And some packages might even have complete runs of a few things, or a random tpb.
Each Grab bag features a mix of 50 different comics/trades/sketchbooks/variant covers, no duplicates per grab bag.
We’re also offering six signed Promethea 32 poster sets, these are very rare artist proof numbered editions that come with a limited comic sized Promethea covers book signed by author Alan Moore and myself.
Items will start going into the store Saturday September 6th from noon to 1pm PST– we should have everything loaded up within that hour.
Sunday August 17th 2014, 10:16 pm
Skulking from corner to corner, scrutinizing every shadow. Poking under tables and chairs searching for unseen enemies, always high strung. Coloring of grays, browns, soft tans, and sandy whites. All layered with deep grey-black blocky shapes and stripes. Slightly billowy and lush to the touch, but it gets obsessively compulsively pulled out in clumps that skirt and puff along the wooden floors. A tiny brown reddish nose rimmed with a fine line of black. And two large citrine and lime wide open orbs that stare up at me with an expression full of love, “I love you. I love you. You are mine and I love you” they say to me. He always comes out of nowhere whenever Wendy and I get in the same room, no matter what or when, he arrives with uncanny precise timing, its like he is psychic or something, he always knows. Demanding our undivided attention, exclaiming with a voice that seems to have a hint of desperation as he looks up at us with his beautiful feline eyes that say “You are mine and I love you”.
Sweet Sammy
February 7th 2012
Today was a terrible day, and I feel a bit strange blogging a sad thing when I’ve been extremely inconsistent and neglectful with my blog this past year. But today we lost Sweet Sam after 16+ years of him in our lives. It’s hard to explain just what that feels like– when you lose a dear four legged friend after so long– he is family. I remembered writing about him a couple of years ago during a year long blog experiment, and felt like sharing it above again in honor of him. We first met Sammy when he was a very small kitten on a hot Fourth Of July holiday. A scrawny little greyish thing, and noisy enough to hear over the fireworks. He had been hit by a car in a shopping center parking lot, and his back hip and pelvis were broken. We managed to rescue him, but that injury never healed quite right. That injury caused him some serious trouble in his old age unfortunately, and played a role in what happened to him today. I wish more people had gotten a chance to meet him and see just how much of an oddball cat Sammy truly was. It easily took two hands to count his obsessive compulsions. They always made for amusing stories, such as the singular joy he took in finding and eating cobwebs like they were cotton candy made just for cats, very carefully leaving the spiders alone. Or no matter how docile he was here at home, all of his vet files and charts had giant red caution stickers all over them because he would literally lose his mind whenever going in for a check-up. Or loving to hide inside paper bags pretending that we couldn’t see him, and whenever we showed that we could he would get very annoyed while trying to pretend even harder. So funny and strange. And no matter what we were doing throughout the day he was there, most likely staring at us. He liked to stare at us a lot. As if we were his personal entertainment, waiting for us to jump up suddenly and do something just for him. It’s going to take a very long time for us feel normal without him. We love you Sweet Sam. We were yours.