WonderCon, VanCAF, CAKE 2016

Although I still have a great time at every comic convention, I find myself with less and less to say about each. This year I’m grouping my first three shows in a single, easily-digested post. This is not to diminish my experience at each. If you met me at one of these shows, you saw that I was excited to be there. It really is a thrill each and every time. There’s the first hour of increasing worry that this will be the first show at which nobody buys anything from me. Then there’s the lunch rush. Then, from maybe 1-3pm, is when I get my most sales. I have to say, there is no caffeine as effective as selling my comics. It is a feeling that never gets old. For the rest of the afternoon I’m passing out postcards and trying to remain upbeat and engaged. By the end of the day I’m exhausted. I’ve been talking to my neighbors a bit more and looking forward to dinner. The close of the day is a mixed emotion: I’m thinking back over all the funny, interesting conversations I’ve had, ready to not be on my feet anymore, but also a bit sad to see it over. Fortunately, there is always another day and another show. So here’s to the first three of the year, and to San Diego coming in July.
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happy president’s day, mr. lincoln

abelincolnAbraham Lincoln may be my favorite President. He was known for his eloquent speaking style, he wore a hat and a beard, he was unusually tall and during his time many people remarked at what a strange walk he had. Oh, and he freed the slaves and kept the Union together.

I’ve had the good fortune to visit Lincoln’s home in Springfield, Illinois. It has been preserved by the Park Service, along with a block of its neighbors. Lincoln lived within walking distance of his law practice and the state legislature building. I can imagine his friends and neighbors watching him walk to work every morning; they would have had time to get to know the intricacies of the man’s

In honor of President’s Day, I’ve written a weeklong story about Dee meeting the Lincoln Squirrel. She needs the help of a speechwriter, and since the man himself is not able to oblige, the squirrel steps in. You can read the entire story by clicking on the link above, or read today’s strip

Happy belated birthday, Mr. Lincoln, and happy President’s Day.