Last night I had to google image search ‘undeveloped parasitic twin,’ ‘horse fucking,’ and ‘sobbing man’ for a comic I was working on and then I went to bed and dreamed that I had a parasitic twin growing out of my butt that wouldn’t stop crying. I’ve been up since 4am. That’s not what this post is about at all. It’s about some business stuff I forgot to mention yesterday. Booooring!
Hey Europe! you can now order Whiskey & New York (the French translation of Drinking at the Movies) on Amazon! so far the only review says “…shows the cracks of the American dream,” which, although a positive review, makes me think that the reader was confused about my lifestyle and intentions. Or maybe I’m confused about the American dream. I thought it involved cars and marriage and houses and babies and dogs and stuff. Well, I rent a basement studio and I have a shitty cat, so there! Oh, wait, he must mean that American dream where people move to New York to become a working artist. Okay sure, I did that, but, well, see previous sentence.
Hey New York! My favorite comics convention is this weekend! (Favorite is a strong word, I just mean the convention that least makes me feel like my stomach dropped out through my asshole and I’m about to break out into hives from social anxiety) The colorfully titled Brooklyn Comics and Graphics Festival is this Saturday, Dec 3rd, at Our Lady of Mt. Carmel church in Williamsburg. I’ll be tabling downstairs with Sarah Glidden, Lisa Hanawalt and Domitille Collardey. Come see us peddle our filthy wares in the house of the Lord!