Archive for May, 2009

And after a brief journalistic foray, we’re back again to the comic business. It’s been a pretty cool week in that realm for me. I received verification of my first-time-ever professional badge for Comic-Con International in San Diego. I’m going to be attending a planning meeting for the Vegas Valley Comic Book Festival on Thursday, where I’ll likely hold court in November at my first artist/vendor table (hawking print editions of … stuff!). And, of course, I launched the site for my webcomic The Utopian, the latest two-page installment of which you can read … NOW. Yep, it’s fresh today. Here’s a preview:

Yep, it’s totally out of context and lacking dialog. DOESN’T THAT MAKE YOU WANT TO FIND OUT WHAT’S HAPPENING? OMG CLICK HERE NOW, OK?!

I’m sending out the official press release announcing the relaunch of Pop! Goes the Icon today, so I’m working on thickening up my skin for critical reaction to the goods that, thus far, my friends have lied to me and told me they’ve enjoyed. Yowza.

I’m in the process of downloading photos from my old LiveJournal account — which is about 900 images deep — and figured, hey, while I’m at it, why not post random photos from those galleries up here for all you lovely people to see?

This was snapped via my old Samsung camerphone on the balcony at Planet Hollywood’s Curve, where my buddy Scott and I were attending the official Miss America pageant afterparty in 2006. Curve’s long-gone, its space now occupied by Miami import Privé.

Also: This was the night Scott and I developed our long-held distaste and enmity for Ron Futrell. If you see him out, punch that drunk old pervert in the foot, would you?

Just so no one thinks I’ve been slacking off and doing nothing but making comics, here’s evidence to the contrary: The most recent (well, until a few days from now when another one comes out) issue of What’s On Las Vegas, featuring (aside from the raven-haired beauty distracting you on the cover) my stellar recap of a pampering session at The Art of Shaving inside the Mandalay Place shops at Mandalay Bay.

Yes, it’s a tough job, getting paid for undergoing a Royal Shave and writing about it, but you know, someone has to do it. Better me than you. And to be honest, the experience did give me a new appreciation for the, um, art of shaving. I now use a brush and aftershave and preshave oil and all that stuff … when I actually get around to shaving every few weeks.

Oh, and I’m still (though less frequently than I or my channel editor would like) writing about Las Vegas fine arts over at Examiner.com, in case you were wondering. I even posted something in the last 24 hours. So there.

Just so no one thinks I’ve been slacking off and doing nothing but making comics, here’s evidence to the contrary: The most recent (well, until a few days from now when another one comes out) issue of What’s On Las Vegas, featuring (aside from the raven-haired beauty distracting you on the cover) my stellar recap of a pampering session at The Art of Shaving inside the Mandalay Place shops at Mandalay Bay.

Yes, it’s a tough job, getting paid for undergoing a Royal Shave and writing about it, but you know, someone has to do it. Better me than you. And to be honest, the experience did give me a new appreciation for the, um, art of shaving. I now use a brush and aftershave and preshave oil and all that stuff … when I actually get around to shaving every few weeks.

Oh, and I’m still (though less frequently than I or my channel editor would like) writing about Las Vegas fine arts over at Examiner.com, in case you were wondering. I even posted something in the last 24 hours. So there.