Saturday, January 23, 2010


(cross posted apologies again)

My comic, PINK TOMBS OF YOUTH, is available for purchase again through the comixpress site.

I have this dream that Natalie Merchant works in the dollar store by me, and spends her days doing Stevie Nicks' spins in Stevie Nicks' dresses, opening bags of pencils so she can sell them individually, is still really excited that Clinton was elected, and remains content in her decision to quit 10,000 Maniacs.

That's more of a random daydream though. I had an actual sleeping dream the other night that John C. Reilly and I went out on a date, and I felt awkward because I didn't know how to bring up the fact that I'm not interested in a homosexual relationship, mostly because I was having such a good time.

Every time I think about 10,000 Maniacs, which isn't that often, I can't think of any of their songs or videos. All I remember is Natalie Merchant dancing with Michael Stipe at the MTV Clinton Inauguration special and half of a joke from a WHO'S THE BOSS episode. Something about 10,000 people being a large amount of band members.

I can also barely remember anything about WHO'S THE BOSS except for that, and a song that might be from the same episode that's played by the daughter's new boyfriend's 'punk' band. They are practicing in the garage and play a song about Reagan. Tony mentions that Bush is now president. They say that Reagan sounds better. Then the laugh track probably kicks in. I've had that song somewhere in my head for 20 years.

I do remember bits and pieces of Natalie Merchant's solo career, and a girl I went to high school with being really into her. Her bedroom door had photos of Merchant cut out of magazines along with Sinead O' Connor. This girl eventually became the first riot grrl in my high school. She got in trouble for writing 'slut' on herself in marker.

I think I'm friends with her on Facebook.

Most people I know are really creative people and are constantly making things. Some of them, though, made one thing that they're really proud of and have no actual intention to ever make anything again. Sometimes they say the will but they never really seem to mean it. I think both are respectable, but every once in a while I do get tired of hearing about the making of an album someone did when they were 15 years old for the thousandth time.

I've been sold out of PINK TOMBS for a while now. It took my friend Dean enough correspondence with comixpress that getting them to list it in their store can, in a certain light, be seen as the completion of an Arthurian quest. When I originally had copies for sale, I made this LJ post explaining the comic and myself.

It's supposed to also be listed in the 'retailer' section of the site where stores can buy it at a discount. I'm not sure this is the case. If you are a store, or own a store, or work in a store, and want to purchase a few copies, just drop me an email and I'll figure it out.

I'm working on new stuff, and have, early in the morning, heard myself mutter aloud, 'If I don't put out two more comic pamphlets this year, I'll just kill myself,' which is one sentence containing over 80 cries for help. It is also more comedically dramatic, and contains more planning than any other thought I would ever allow myself to seriously entertain in my head. Death threats just seem to make good deadlines, as any hostage taker would probably agree.


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