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Brand New Comics this September!

I’m going to SPX in Bethesda, Maryland this year.  I’ve been working in a crazy flurry of copying, printing, and collating all week getting ready. Here are three books I’m very excited that I’ve got ready for the show:

I'm sorry for letting this log languish.  Hopefully I'll be posting some SPX reports soon.  I had a great time last year at SPX and I can't wait to go again... (Sudden panic attack) in like three days!!!

A Wedding Album

Here's my comic strip interpretation of the weekend before last.  Emme and I went to Ohio for Kelly & Erik's wedding.  Emme drove down Wednesday and I flew down on Friday. 

Friday, August 5th:  Homeland Susceptibility

The weirdest part of the whole body scan scam is that after I went through the bio-processor, the TSA guy still asked me to take the change out of my pocket.  I explained that there was no pocket change in there.  I pulled out the pocket to demonstrate this fact.  He asked my permission to pat me down.  I gave it.  (Why not, at this point…)

He gave me a two leg shuffle and let me through.

But nobody explained what he saw in my pants!  Should I get a test or something?  Do I have nodules or something???

Sunday, August 7th:  Happy Trails

The Lynda Barry style of dance, if you don’t know (and shame on you for not knowing about Aunt Lynda if you don’t), can be read about here. Aunt Lynda came to the Center for Cartoon Studies when I was a student there and the experience was life-changing.  Not just for her philosophy of grooving.

Since we were traveling to Ohio for a wedding, I did not bring my housekeys ring (a neat bronze-colored ring that came with a Magic Hat bottle opener).  This was convenient at the airport, but sorely missed when myself and another partner to a bridal party member were hanging out on the bus waiting for the bride, groom, and assorted men and women to return from photo-taking with the opener.  At moments like that, we can all become MacGuyvers and learn how to turn the obstinate windows of a re-fitted school bus into an opener for the beers they foolishly left with us.  Then we celebrate by listening to the crazy stories of the driver.  The drivers have the BEST stories.

It was a great wedding.  One of the best!  I’m really happy for Kelly and Erik, and hope they’ll come back up to do some skiing soon.

Monday, August 8th: Dead Man's Curve

On the wikipedia page for “Dead Man’s Curve”, the Cleveland Innerbelt is the first example provided.

Incredibly, if you do a video search of the curve, there is a video of someone driving it.  I watched it and actually regretted not searching for it before I drew my comic.  On the other hand, what a simpler world earlier-Matt lived in – where there were things no one would bother to take video of.

...on the other hand, THIS!

All of this is cross-posted from my website.

This Is Only A (Personality) Test

INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.
Take Free Jung Personality Test
Personality Test by SimilarMinds.com

INTP Characteristics:

loner, more interested in intellectual pursuits than relationships or family, wrestles with the meaninglessness of existence, likes esoteric things, disorganized, messy, likes science fiction, can be lonely, observer, private, can't describe feelings easily, detached, likes solitude, not revealing, unemotional, rule breaker, avoidant, familiar with the darkside, skeptical, acts without consulting others, does not think they are weird but others do, socially uncomfortable, abrupt, fantasy prone, does not like happy people, appreciates strangeness, frequently loses things, acts without planning, guarded, not punctual, more likely to support marijuana legalization, not prone to compromise, hard to persuade, relies on mind more than on others, calm

Favored Careers:

philosopher, game designer, scientist, software engineer, freelance artist, research scientist, assassin, freelance writer, physicist, software developer, mathematician, geologist, computer scientist, philosophy professor, webmaster, slacker, medical researcher, painter, mortician, systems analyst, comic book artist, computer technician, website designer, scholar, archeologist, computer repair, forensic anthropologist, astronaut, researcher, historian, systems engineer, genetics researcher, astronomer, environmental scientist, egyptologist

Disfavored Careers:

human resources, public relations, social worker, guidance counselor, health care worker, trainer, school teacher, wedding planner, movie star, hospitality worker, supervisor, child care worker, fundraiser, customer service, stay at home parent, office administrator

(I am amused that my current job is the alpha and omega of "Disfavored Careers."  Hmmm....)
INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.
Take Free Jung Personality Test
Personality Test by SimilarMinds.com

Awkward Posture 7/7: "Nowhere" Is Relative

The satellite is a Doctor Who reference, but that is clearly a Babylon station out that window.  Because I'm a huge geek. 

I like to think that the daughter is rocking a mohawk because she wants to be like her mom.

Sorry I'm so late with this one.  Just got this posted an hour ahead of the date change. 

Awkward Posture 7/5: A Random Act

So! The story of the Reservoir Dogs production:

It was, I think, freshman year of college.  Maybe sophomore.  The theater department seniors wanted to go out on a high note by putting on a production independent of the official department spring show (there was a lot of inter-department drama.  The tech director had been passed over on the department chair and instead was supposed to be subservient to a well-meaning woman who was widely perceived as a carpetbagger {thanks in no small part to the cigarette-filtered commentary of the tech director}.  The upperclassmen all were in the pocket of the tech director they’d known for three years, and the freshmen looked at the department vs. the cool seniors and widely followed the seniors).  It was a partially a display of punkish rejection of the department head’s vision, partially a victory lap for a very talented class, and partially a moment when Reservoir Dogs was really big.

But mostly a rejection of the department head before the tech director left in disgust.

Anyway, I was completing a year filled with that movie.  I got it on my first college trip, watched it a billion times over the semesters, for a communication project I built a fan website, got the soundtrack for Christmas (and in a misguided effort at inclusion, tried to show it to the family for New Year), and when the play was announced we ALL wanted in.  It just seemed obvious to me that I had to be in it and I remember, specifically, a conversation on the Kappa Delta deck where Ted, Fletcher, and I where discussing what parts we should get.  Obviously we were meant to get lead roles.  Ted would be Mr. White.  Fletch was a bit of spaz, so personally we’d like him to be Mr. Pink, but maybe he could be Yellow with the help of some hair gel and big sunglasses.

And, at some point, my skinny Irish ass got it into my head that I could somehow gain 30 pounds of swagger and be Nice Guy Eddie.

Nice Guy Eddie is played by Chris Penn, weights easily a hundred pounds more than me, and is about a thousand times more intimidating.  I think I was thinking about how we both have the same hair.

Something about the ridiculous pretension in my casting ideas, no matter how many beers I might’ve had, still makes me feel stupid.  Almost as stupid as when I fell asleep on stage.

I got the role of Mr. Blue.  I had two lines, which was a relief.  See, that was at the tail end of a long goddamn semester.  Between classes, clubs, and ridiculous extracurriculars like a production of Reservoir Dogs, I was getting an average of maybe four hours sleep a night.

I spent a long time on stage despite those only two lines.  And so it came that on the second night of the run I was on stage, watching people talk, utterly exhausted, and at some point my brain slid from participant to observer.  And so I was watching, enraptured, because they were doing a great job doing this script, for free (because we couldn't get the script if we had to pay for it, so it was purely a labor of love), when all of a sudden the show stopped.  It just… well, stopped.  There was a sweaty pause, probably not as perceptible to the audience as it was quickly, quickly becoming to us in the cast.

Which was when I realized I was still in the cast.  And we were all waiting on my second damn line.  My second damn line.

What was it?  Oh yeah.

“I don-” I began…

“Who cares what your name is?!” yelled the guy playing Nice Guy Eddie, trying to cover for me.  Which was nice, except he also had the responding to my line.

Actually, that was pretty embarrassing, too.  Made for an uncomfortable couple of shows, too.

Two Comics, Fourth of July

Another (Hour) Lost

Sprang On The Fourth Of July

Catching Up On The Week

Took me a while to get these comics all in the right order.  I finished Thursday's comic before Tuesday's, so I posted them backwards.  Then I got Wednesday and Thursday confused when i was setting up the posts... groan... anyway, here's the middle of my awkward week:

Woof.  Yeah.  Ends on a downer, doesn't it?  Spectacularly unpleasant Thursday.  Friday will be better.  Or... well, it'll be weirder, if that makes any difference.


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