In case you were concerned about asking for the price of this couch, the previous owner placed a sign conscientiously on the front. This couch was so close to my work that I briefly considered tying it to the back of my scooter and dragging it in.
I drew this comic years ago to facetiously answer the question “Where do cartoonists get their ideas?” Where else would we get our creativity but by making a deal with the Devil himself? I was kidding, of course. Old Scratch only deals with the Robert Johnsons and James Camerons of the world. If I had made a deal with Old Scratch, I probably would’ve come out with the next Garfield. As it is, I make do with Falling Rock.
When you pick up a copy of Falling Rock National Park #3, these are the stories you’ll find within. The Lizard Vanishes, its title taken from the Hitchcock classic The Lady Vanishes, involves Ernesto’s alleged abduction by extra terrestrials. Of the short pieces that finish the book, my favorite might be Performance Review, as it features Park Superintendent Globulus. Globulus has long been my favorite villain, and I view this story as the beginning of a longer story involving the nefarious slug.
Pick up a copy right here, or when you see me at a convention later this year.
For my upcoming Falling Rock National Park #3, I thought I’d take you on a trip. In creating this page, I wanted to do something surreal. Ernesto is certainly having a rough time, but we don’t know exactly what’s happening to him yet.The surrounding patterns are based on Islamic tiles, especially from Marrakesh. Though I have not had the fortune of visiting in person, a few internet searches yielded impressive results.
For this page, I did something that I don’t normally do: finish it in Photoshop. I inked all the figures, text, and patterns the old fashioned brush-and-ink way, but when it came to filling the background I waited until I scanned the artwork. I didn’t want to inadvertently ink over a nice pretty line I had made, so digital black was my decision. Hopefully it isn’t too artificial-looking.
Issue 3 is getting back from the printer this week! I hope you will order a copy for yourself or a loved one. Comics make great gifts.
Is it possible? The Cleveland Indians currently, as in now, as in 2014, have a logo that belongs in the history books under the heading “Americans Sure Used to be Racist, Right?” Turns out Americans are currently racist, as well. This horrendous smiling insult is emblazoned on the uniforms of the Cleveland Indians, a Major League Baseball team. As though white people have not done enough to Native Americans (née Indians), they continue to use these awful images as mascots for their sports teams.
Partner blogger Stabbone and McGraw has made numerous pleas over the years to eliminate this terrible stereotype which mars his favorite baseball team, but the public has turned a deaf ear. I thought I could pitch in with an idea, just to get the gears turning. To satisfy those fans accustomed to Chief Wahoo’s trademarked grin, but to eliminate the racist overtones, I have turned the Cleveland Indians into the Cleveland Lizards. Presto! Ernesto as major league mascot:
As part of the deal, if Cleveland’s management agrees to my changes, I will lend them Ernesto’s likeness for the lifetime of the ball club. All I request in return is a small fee to be paid to the Shawnee Tribe, formerly of Ohio but now residing in Oklahoma. Much like the story of the University of Oregon’s Duck, this is a deal that could outlive its creators.