There’s only a few days to go before the first MCM Expo of the year where I will be selling my goods alongside Michael Lomon (check out his work, it’s super good!). We’ll be at table E11 which I’ve marked up on this slightly dodgy floor plan that I found online.
What you can expect to find at my table will be: Princess, Goodbye Kitty, Protocol, Best of Eat, Sleep, Sniff vol1 & 2, Video Game Pussy poster 1 & a brand new Video Game Pussy poster 2, Tali A Day In Her Life poster and comic PLUS new badges, stickers, Love cats cards, Beat the blues cards, quick commissions and canvases.
Mike will have all his comics and more (sorry, I don’t know the details but that’s even more reason to check out his site)
We’ll be at MCM on Saturday and Sunday so hopefully you will be too :)
So, I wasn’t being completely honest last Monday with my comic about Tali slowly shredding the sofa. It may have something to do with me playing with her and encouraging her to use the sofa as her toy… Oops…
It’s been a very long time coming but after months of hard work, my new mini-comic is finished! Protocol is a story following two crew members onboard a research ship somewhere in the galaxy. It’s my first foray into one of my favourite genres, Sci-Fi, and hopefully won’t be the last. I’m hesitant to give too much information for fear it would spoil the story but I will say it’s my biggest comic to date - 56 pages!
The see a slideshow of three pages to give a taste of what Protocol is all about, check out my official site. To get your hands on a copy, I’ll be bringing it along with me to the MCM Expo next week (May 24th-26th) and all future conventions. Shortly after MCM, it’ll appear in my online shop too (as will the other bits and pieces that I’m yet to add!).
When we first got our new sofa we were pretty strict with Tali if ever she started to scratch or climb up the arms. As time went on, we became less and less bothered…
The weather has been great recently which means no more excuses, I have to start regularly cutting the grass. If I could, I’d leave Tali to do it however as this limerick shows, that would be unpleasant for all concerned.
Poor Tali. Damned if she does, damned if she doesn’t.
Just last Saturday I had my first convention of the year which was a highly enjoyable event all around I’d say! Met some great new people and old friends alike and got to table next to the highly talented Cristian Ortiz.
The folks at Bleeding Cool (a neat nerd culture site) recorded a walking tour of Comica and around the 6:20 mark there’s a lengthy pan of my table. However, I was totally off with the fairies and rather rudely ignored the cameraman - something I promise wasn’t intentional! There’s more pictures and info on the Bleeding Cool site so be sure to check that out too.
I’ve never known a cat to be so anal about boxes as Tali. Previous cats I’ve owned have all loved boxes regardless of size or quality but Tali, she has more refined tastes.
There’s a skill to fussing a cat. It’s knowing when to stop. When enough’s enough. And when you cross the line between being mad about cats and utterly insane.
Serves me right I guess. On so many levels…
Whenever I see some kind of promotion for cat food that states it has ‘extra gravy’ I can only imagine the amount of food bowls licked clean of gravy, skilfully leaving only the meat. Usually all over the floor too.
Over the weekend my wife was feeling pretty rough with little help from medicinal sources. However, when Tali cuddled up to her as she slept, that appeared to ease the pain. Who would have thought all she needed was a dose of Tali-cetamol?
You’d have thought I’d learnt my lesson last time with Tali’s disinterest to play my silly games. You were wrong.
I’m not the biggest fan of spiders but there’s one who I feel really sorry for who lives in the corner of our kitchen. After hours of labour building a tiny delicate web, Tali comes along and gobbles the whole thing up. She loves the stuff and seemingly knows exactly when to go back for another helping… Poor little spider.
We’ve all heard the expression about waking up on the wrong side of the bed but what about waking up to the wrong side of a cat? I’d argue that’s much worse.