Who says cartoonists never do anything constructive? I wish I were needed there.
Month: October 2009
Final Offer to Bill Watterson
Bill,
I'll be interviewing Nevin Martell, author of Looking for Calvin and Hobbes, a book about your life, career
and masterpiece comic strip, at the Museum of Comic and Cartoon Art in New York City, Thursday October 22 at 7pm.
I'd love it if you could come and participate, and if you do, we'll be happy to provide you with:
– a Metrocard for transportation;
– a donut, flavor your choice; and
– a large bottle of Poland Spring water.
Whaddaya, whaddaya?
Yours,
RB
This week’s comic…
When I drew this comic last week, I hadn't seen the comic strip "Mark Trail" in years. After I submitted it, I went away for the long weekend, and saw this comic in the local newspaper:
http://www.seattlepi.com/fun/mark.asp?date=20091010
(link will expire.)
“Tom the Dancing Bug” at the Big Apple Comic Con in NYC
Just made a last-minute commitment to make an appearance at this weekend's Big Apple Comic Convention, Sunday October 18, from 11am to 1pm.
I'll be at the Museum of Comic and Cartoon Art (MoCCA) booth sketching and selling Tom the Dancing Bug books to benefit the museum. This looks like a very superhero-syfy-centric convention, so please do stop by — it might get very lonely for a political-social-satirist.
The deets:
Sunday, October 18
11am to 1pm
MoCCA booth
Big Apple Comic-Con
Pier 94, 55th Street at 12th Avenue
New York City
By the way, I'll be selling mint-condition, first-edition, out-of-the-box copies of my first and second book, "Tom the Dancing Bug" and "All I Ever Needed to Know I Learned From My Golf-Playing Cats" for $20 each, signed/sketched. Check out the prices for new copies in the market.
Update: That is some weird promo copy for those books: "In the popular comic style of Matt Groening, Lynda Barry, and Roz Chast…" Roz Chast?
Logrolling in our times…
There's this guy named Ted Rall who just came out with a book I've been hearing great things about: The Year of Loving Dangerously.
And there's this other guy, goes by the name of Tom Tomorrow, who has a new children's book out that's getting quite the buzz: The Very Silly Mayor. Dave Barry and Lemony Snicket liked it a lot.
They seem like interesting fellows.
Hollingsworth Hound
After the publication of the comic of a few weeks ago, "Hollingsworth Hound in 'To Catch a Banker,'" a bunch of commenters wondered where HH's nemesis Lucky Ducky was. Some said that this was the first time Hollingsworth appeared on his own, without his fowl enemy.
Fun fact: This was actually Hollingsworth Hound's third solo adventure.
He'd taken on global warming first…
… and then, in the wake of the Elliot Spitzer scandal, prostitution. (Although Lucky Duckella does make an appearance.)
“Tom the Dancing Bug” goes blue.
In this week's episode, dirty pictures and a curse word.
You've been warned.
I’m back.
Have you ever had the pleasure of taking a cross-continental red-eye flight sitting next to a guy who is absolutely drunk? I'm talking fall-down, stumble-around, Port-Authority-wino drunk. He came on to the plane trashed, and then ordered two or three scotches the first time the beverage cart came through — I'm not sure exactly how many because I was trying hard not to look at him, lest he interpret a glance as an opening to converse.
I wore earphones, and read and watched TV intently in an effort to ward off conversation, but he kept tapping me on the shoulder, so I'd have to take the earphones off to get some inane statement or question and a noseful of alcohol breath. "Where're you from?" "What're you doing?" And once, simply, "Cookies." And after every single thing he uttered, he offered his fist for a fist-bump.
Low-light of the episode: He once again taps me on the shoulder, so I have to take my protective earphones off, and he whispers conspiratorially, "Do you eat Xanax?"
If there was any doubt of exactly how drunk he was, it would have been erased when I walked behind him on the jetway… his pants were down below his butt (although I think that was a fashion choice), and he literally veered left and right, bumping into the walls.