And so, friends...

I have returned from a hectic and amazing week in New Orleans, sampling the local food, culture and rebuilding houses. I'm not one to toot my own horn, but y'know... toot. In all seriousness, I had a fantastic time, blessed as I was to have some great friends going with me and some connections to the city. I got the tour of the levees from a Tulane professor, which helped my understanding of the breaches flesh itself out; also found out that I hate sanding spackle with a flaming passion. It was a truly fucking exhausting week, but overall, I loved every part of it. It was certainly the best trip I've taken since my second excursion to Japan, the exception being that I actually contributed something really useful this time around.

On the comic front, things are progressing as well as can be expected what with all of this traveling and school and whatnot to distract me. In the interim, though, with some helpful bouncing-around of ideas with my good friend Pete, I have some new and weirdly interesting ideas for the series, including a recurring character/running gag that'll kick off issue 2. I really loved this idea and I hate to be so vague, but since I have yet to finish issue 1, there really ain't much point in giving stuff about issue 2 away, now is there?

Last time, I believe I mentioned my friend George O' Connor's new graphic novel "Ball-Peen Hammer" and the fact that it came out some time in February. I was, in fact, somewhat mistaken, it actually releasing somewhere around January 14th or thereabouts. I have yet to see a copy around, but I will continue searching and will release the site where copies can be found. The premise is a damn cool one, and I got to see George do certain pages firsthand, which was a serious trip. If you like dystopia, alternate futures, violence, profanity and creepy, enigmatic dudes wearing welding goggles, I highly recommend Ball-Peen as your next read.

That's all I have for the moment, people, but I promise to be back with something more substantial in the near future. Good night, you filthy blog-crawlers, you.