kingdom/order fan art

Reid and I have quite a history of collaboration. He turned in a memorable April Fools Day Falling Rock strip back in 2007. I was so taken with his idea I again enlisted his aid when Falling Rock made the transition from comic strip to comic book. The Uncanny Valley was the opening story for Falling Rock National Park #1.

Reid has gone on to create his masterful series Kingdom/Order. It seems that all of Reid’s minicomics and experiments have been leading to this surreal, ontological work of comic excellence.

A few weeks ago, Reid fell ill. “Fell” may be putting it a bit mildly: he was hospitalized for a week. In that time, he was unable to put brush to paper. Rather than chalk it up as a loss for the comics community, Reid put out a call for fan art to keep Kingdom/Order going in the interim. I decided it was time to return the favor as best I could. Thus, I came up with the following two-page story featuring the nameless man from Kingdom/Order and a few special guests. It won’t get mistaken for Reid’s work anytime soon, but hopefully it will serve as an appetizer for the next installment of his wonderful series.




comic-con 2014

This year I almost didn’t make it to San Diego ComicCon. In December I received a letter informing me that I was waitlisted. It hit me hard. ComicCon has become a highlight of the year and I’d hate to miss it. Fortunately I am tenacious, and in late May a cancellation got me into the show. A few very busy weekends later, I finished Falling Rock National Park #4 in time for its San Diego debut, hopped on a plane, and found myself once again in the Happiest Place on Earth.

The convention did not disappoint. Massive crowds, interesting (and sometimes inexplicable) installations, a Paul Rudd sighting, and of course many good friends stopping by my table in Small Press to say hello.

My neighbors were Alec Longstreth and Greg Means, two friends from way back. They played a game created at WonderCon called Cosplay Alphabet. You have to spot people dressed as characters in alphabetical order. The game made us extra aware of the people passing by on all sides. Sadly, we got all the way to Z but didn’t see a zombie or Zorro in the final half hour of the show. Still, it was a great way to fill the slow times (in Small Press, that does happen occasionally).

What marked this year apart from the past two were my meetings with two television networks. I can’t say much about it as of yet, but it was the most exciting thing to happen to me at any ComicCon. You can be sure I’ll have more to say as soon as there is something to say. What I will say now is that this feels like the right progression for me. I’m living that legend the old-timers tell, about the indie cartoonist who gets scooped up at ComicCon by a benevolent massive corporation. The American Dream is alive at ComicCon.

I did my first-ever convention signing, at the Uclick booth. When I was drawing a comic strip, I sent in a submission to the comic syndicates every year. Universal Press Syndicate was my favorite, partly because they seemed the most approachable and partly because they syndicated Calvin & Hobbes. So it was something of a dream come true when they asked to run my graphic novel, Tomb of the Zombies, on their website this fall. As part of the huge promotional push for my masterwork, they asked me to sit at their booth for an hour and sign Tomb of the Zombies prints. It was totally awesome.

This show would not have been possible for me to do alone. That is why I am grateful for my wife, who not only designed the nifty book ribbons for my Falling Rock 4-book collection, but overnighted copies of Falling Rock #3 after I had completely forgotten to pack a single one.

I also have to acknowledge Rachael, who I met at ComicCon four years ago. She’s been at my table for the past two years, giving me all-important breaks for food, nature, and a chance to visit friends at tables all over the convention center. If not for her, I’d be one of the walking dead by the end of Thursday.

Some cool things I saw that are not Paul Rudd:
Tom Kenny exited an elevator I was about to enter. I smiled, recognizing him as both the voice of SpongeBob and a player on Mr. Show. He looked at my badge and said, “Oh, hi Josh! Sorry I didn’t recognize you.” We shook hands. I couldn’t do anything but grin. I met SpongeBob! He’s so nice! Why did he apologize to me?

Jim Lee was giving clues to fans as to the whereabouts of sketches he’d hidden all around the hotel next to the convention center. Although I didn’t find any, I spent a good ten minutes looking under tables and around ferns.

The original Bill Watterson/Stephan Pastis Pearls Before Swine comics. They are being auctioned to benefit Parkinson’s research. This was the second time in my life I’d been able to see original art by Mr. Watterson, and it was just as thrilling as the first. A woman beside me was nearly in tears. Standing there on the convention floor was more spiritually moving than being at a museum in front of a Picasso or Monet. (Those guys are fine, don’t get me wrong.)

Scott McCloud stopped to talk to Alec and Greg, and I waylaid him before he scurried off. He and I both were pretty frazzled on Sunday afternoon, but I was able to communicate how much I liked his interview for the documentary Stripped. He’s an incredibly nice guy, and I’m glad we got to chat for a few minutes.

Near the end of the day on Sunday, Matt Inman, creator of The Oatmeal, walked by my table. Not recognizing him (he’s actually much better looking than his comic suggests), I gave him a postcard. He looked at my books for a few minutes and asked what tools I use. He’s exclusively digital, so I don’t think my suggestions were much help to him. Then he asked me if I did sketches. I said, Sure, why not? He wanted me draw his lady friend as a zombie. We were all laughing pretty hard at the absurdity of this whole exchange. She was understandably embarrassed, not knowing what kind of hideous creature I’d turn her into. I think I did right by her, though, and he was suitably impressed with my on-the-spot sketch. This was the best-case scenario for convention sketches. I can now retire from them forever.

There was more, of course, but this post has gotten unwieldy enough. I hope it has given you a taste of ComicCon. Until next year, when I get to learn about pop culture all over again.


discarded couches of portland

Today was a two couch day! I can’t even imagine which gods to thank for my good fortune.


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the chairs’ hiatus

My friend Matt Bogart has a very worthy Kickstarter going right now. I met him at APE a few years ago and picked up his book, The Chairs’ Hiatus. It is a story about friendship and identity and of course ROCK. You should go over to his Kickstarter page to read more about it, but suffice to say I found it a great read. Had Matt and I not appreciated each other’s books, we might never have spoken again. I’m glad that did not come to pass.

Matt wants to turn The Chairs’ Hiatus into a beautiful hardback book and, I have to say, this sounds like an excellent idea. He asked me to contribute a guest strip for his website during the Kickstarter (there’s that handy link again). He posted it while I was hustling my goods at San Diego ComicCon. You can read it now!

His characters were really fun to write and draw. I should do a story about rocker chicks. They rule.


discarded couches of portland

On this glorious summer day, it was perhaps inevitable that I found a discarded couch. This wondrous specimen currently resides on NE Klickitat, though for how much longer is anyone’s guess.


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san diego comic-con 2014


I will be returning to the one and only ComicCon later this month! This year promises to be even more exciting, for the following reasons:
1. I will have the BRAND-NEW Falling Rock National Park #4
2. I will have signed copies of Dear Mr. Watterson on DVD
3. I will be signing FREE POSTERS of Tomb of the Zombies at the Uclick booth.
4. My neighbors, Greg Means (Tugboat Press) and Alec Longstreth (Phase 7) are so awesome I can hardly even look them in the eye.
5. I will have an exclusive, TOP SECRET (unless you follow me on Instagram) print.
…and of course, Henry the Horse dances the waltz.
So come one, come all! Small Press will feel like an oasis of sanity after waiting 6 hours in line to see The Avengers.

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The long national nightmare is finally over.
Falling Rock National Park, issue 4, has arrived.
All subscriber copies have been sent. SUBSCRIBERS! Look for your copy in the mail next week. NOT A SUBSCRIBER? You can remedy that right here.
This issue includes a story about Carver hunting the elusive Desert Yeti, Ernesto giving sage advice to an aspiring writer, and a press conference. The thrills never end!
If you’d like a copy signed by me as I’m sitting in front of you, come see me at San Diego ComicCon! I’ll be at Small Press, table K-05.


discarded couches of portland

Today I stumbled upon Paradise. A paradise of ratty old discarded couches, at least. This pile of couches was outside the warehouse of a certain liberal arts college. My guess is they are the remnants of the school year. Evidence of a year well-lived. It was truly awesome standing before them. It was almost a religious experience.