Laborious  Weekend 

Back in the old days if you were traveling out west you would go until your wagon broke down.  When it did, you would settle wherever you happen to be.  Fortunately,  our society moved beyond this system.  Just in time too.  Last night I found myself stranded on the side of I-40 with the second flat tire within a week.   On the same car.  Apparently the DOT has taken to leaving large pieces of metal on the highway.  As luck would have it, it was just a few miles short of the section where they have blocked off both shoulders of the road with cement barricades.  Whoever thought of this should be shot, by the way.  Who in their right mind willingly fixes the highway so you cannot pull over if you have an emergency?  That's over $200 I've got to spend within a week on new tires.  dangit.  

Sorry this is a lame blog, but I've got some drawing to do.  

Updates  

Page 3 of GravyBoy is up at gravyboy.com.  Go there...be entertained.  

As per the request I have had for the name, address, and phone number for the girl in yesterdays journal comic, all I can offer is this:  You can find her manning checkout aisle #1 at Food Lion. You must have 12 items or less to talk to her.  Good Luck. 

Coincidence?

The Stupid Bus Stopped  

I really need to update the lunacy page.  Everyday I hear some act of idiocy that my "boss", bless his heart, has perpetrated.  I've got a few stories I need to put up, just to chronicle them.  That'll probably happen this week sometime.  Fortunately, I've been staying under his radar...Let's see if my luck holds.

Just Chillin'  

My wife and I are among the elite.  We are rare.  If you sold us on Ebay we'd fetch 6 digits.  We are one of only three couples we know who 1) are not pregnant or 2) do not already spend their days changing diapers.  Don't misunderstand me.  I love kids.  I want kids.  We just don't have any plans to try at the moment.  I just find it odd that suddenly I find myself surrounded by infants.  I mean real infants.  Not idiots...although I sometimes find myself surrounded by them too...but that's mostly at work.

A Toon.

Transition  

I'm just put up the first page to the GravyBoy comic at gravyboy.com.  I'll be switching this page over there over the next few days or so...so if you try to get here and see funky things...don't worry.  This is normal.  Unless you are on crack.  In which case you need help.  The best way to find this site from now on is www.gravyboy.com.

I Must Have Been on Crack...or Mustard Gas  

Why the #@$% did I get a degree in Public Relations?  What was I thinking?  It's been completely useless to me.  I was just sitting here, pondering the sequence of events that led to me choosing that particular concentration...and for the life of me I can't remember how that happened.  What I should have done is gotten a degree in chemistry.  Not because I like chemistry...or because I'm good at it.  But because I could have possibly figured out what I created this evening when I was filling up my lawnmower with gas.  I had spilled weed killer on the mower first...and when I poured the gas in some of it mixed with the weed killer.  I think that I inadvertently concocted some rudimentary form of mustard gas.  This is only a guess...it could have been pepper spray.  Either way the burning in my eyes was a pleasant experience.  I highly recommend it. 

Draw-a-thon  

I'm getting ready to publish my comic online at gravyboy.com.  I'm trying to get one page a week up.  This includes penciling, inking, and lettering.  I'm curious to see if I can do it all in a week...every week...and still have a life.  Here's to tying.  Wish me luck.

The Influence I Wield  

My wife likes anime, video games, and comic books.  My wife is cool.  Before dinner she asks if we can watch Cowboy Bebop, which is quickly becoming one of my favorite Japanese cartoons.  For our anniversary she bought me a statue bust of the Transformer Prowl.  She rocks.