Weekend Update #44 – Mom

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“What do you want for Christmas, mom?” I asked during our weekly phone conversation a couple of weeks ago.

“You don’t have to get me anything,” she replied, as she does every year.

“Seriously, mom, what would you like?” I pressed.

Finally, she said shed like a comic about herself. “You can even make fun of me, if you want,” she said, then added that I could post it on the website if I wanted,

So, for the last two weeks, I’ve pondered and considered and thought. I’m not sure I can make fun of my mother in a comic. It just doesn’t feel right.

But we’ll see. I’ve told her the electronic version will be up before the holiday, and that I’ll mail a physical copy to her this week. I think I have an idea, but we’ll see if I can make it translate to the comic or not.

In the meantime, have a quick sketch of me and my mom.

#708 – Socializing

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Keeping up with all the social media stuff I follow on Facebook, Tumblr, and Twitter can be exhausting. Not to mention trying to actually post on all of them occasionally. I don’t know how other people manage to be online posting stuff all day long.

Well, actually, that’s not true. I know exactly how: they have jobs that allow them to piddle on the internet basically whenever they want, and teaching does not offer that luxury.

#705 – Feast of the Seven Fishes

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Apparently this is a big Catholic thing that I don’t know about because I was raised Presbyterian, but in Christmas Eve every year, the Wife’s family does this big meal with all these fish dishes.

I just keep wondering where the beanie weenies are, and the sausage balls and the cheese log. Different cultures, man. On Christmas Day, they do Chinese food, and I really just want a ham.

Weekend Update #42 – Hazzardous Materials

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I’ve been hard at work writing a series of short stories (and a couple of novels) about a hard-boiled detective named Eddie Hazzard. This is a bit of concept art for the cover of the short story collection, Hazzardous Materials. Yes, it’s a pun. No, I don’t have a sense of shame.