Archive for November, 2010

friday robots

My recap of the ultra-amazing 3rd Annual Tucson ComicCon is in the works.  Needless to say, Tucson in November is beautiful; it was also great to spend some quality time with my parents.  I consider Tucson my Fortress of Solitude; it’s a great place to crank all my cartoonist powers back up to 11.

Which brings us to this week’s Friday Robots.  Though drawn in black & white, these robots encompass nothing less than the entire cosmos.friday-robots-11-12-10
Up top you see the celestial dome.  The ground we stand on is represented by a prehistoric stone circle.  Below, you can see the layers of earth until you get to the very core of our planet, which is a swirling enigma.  The crazy part of this is: it’s all robots.  Yes, dear readers, robots not only live around us and among us, but robots are in fact everything.  I see I’ve blown your mind.  Have a great weekend.

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tucson comic con 2010

 tucson wash    Saturday November 6 marked the Third Annual Tucson Comic Con.  There were so many highlights, it was like one giant flourescent day.  Tucson never had anything like this when I was growing up, which made it especially great to be a part of now.  For being a city full of talented, creative people, Tucson is short of events to showcase said talent and creativity.  Many, many thanks to Mike and his team for pulling this off so well.  (You can see Mike here, on the left with his epic beard.)
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Unlike the Hotel California, you can actually leave.
I, too, have domineering stage parents.
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My new favorite convention pose.
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His favorite pose.

I got YouTubed!  Wait for me, I’m at the end.  Thanks, Victoria.

Awesome trades!  People you should check out:
Kelly McBrady
Jack Crawford
Tavis Maiden
The Fine Gentlemen at Spazdog Press
Kozak Komiks

I hope to return next year when the Comic Con will be at the Tucson Convention Center.  Comics cannot be contained!

so i met this lizard

Sometimes, when a man is on a business trip, he meets someone.  This isn’t a permanent someone.  This someone will never replace the man’s wife.  It is a someone who provides a few moments of happiness in an otherwise dreary time of passage.

For me and my trip to Tucson, this someone was a tiny lizard.

I was sitting on the backyard porch, writing comics.  It was a beautiful sunny November day, with only the slightest hint of a breeze.  The killer bees were pollinating the rosemary bushes.  Occasionally the calm would be pierced by the neighbor’s idiot barking dogs.  I was gazing toward our pool when I saw something scurry across the deck.  I knew it to be a lizard.

Standing to stretch my legs, I walked over to take a closer look.  Here I was, a Thoreau in the desert, taking the time to admire the minutia of nature.  The lizard, not aware of my benign intentions, took a flying leap directly into the pool, presumably to escape this lumbering giant.

He swam back toward the lip of the pool.  “Good,” I thought.  The last thing I wanted was a drowned lizard weighing on my conscience.  He climbed a few steps and fell back in the pool.  It was clear his energy was quickly running out.  I cupped my hand and pulled him out of the pool.

He was a tiny thing, even for a lizard.  He looked to be gecko-like, with padded feet and an almost translucent brown speckled skin.  His tail was growing back from a previous encounter.  This lizard was living a full life, to be sure.

I bent over to let him off my hand, but he took a few steps back toward me.  My hand was probably helpful to him.  It was dry and warm.  He was still dripping with pool water.  So I walked around the backyard, slowly, making sure he got sunlight to dry off.  Occasionally he would blink.

After a few minutes, I set him on a warm dry rock.  Then I ran inside to grab my camera.lizard lizard2
He was a willing, though reluctant, model.  Lizards are, by nature, camera shy.  This lizard allowed me to take a few shots before he perked up, scurried off the rock and underneath the adjacent bush.

Our brief encounter was hardly what you could call an intellectual connection.  Had I met this lizard before I met my wife Isis, I doubt my life would look any different than it does now.  However, I am grateful to have spent a few fleeting minutes with this desert creature on my hand.