At last, at last, at laaaaast, an update. Let’s not think about how long it’s going to take me to wind down from all the tea I’ve had tonight, shall we? Some costs cannot be estimated.
What a month, guys. I’m slowly digging my way out.
Hell of a week, gang. Sudden death in the family, moving to a new house, all that jazz. But here is page! Huzzah.
More later.
Behold! I am reinstalled in my life here in Portland and almost out from under the massive backlog of orders, business chores and work; tomorrow I might even unpack the suitcase. Luckily for my sanity, I get to ease back in with another one of these handy chapter transition images. Next week we’ll have Luther and the library and hijinks will ensue. Hurray!
Then the week after that I’ll be due for another round of page notes, although they might be a bit scanty given the hunting interlude. (I do promise I’ll post links to the rabbit skinning tutorials I found on YouTube. Like a banana, gang. They peel like a damn banana.)
I’m still scrumming around for a reliable, quality printing company with good communication skills, located outside of this here continent (with prices to match). If you’ve had any good or bad experiences printing a publication in four colors with an overseas printer, please pass that information my way, so I can locate a solid vendor and have a Family Man book for sale at San Diego this year.
Holy mackerel am I ever tired, down to the tips of my fingers. If this week’s page weren’t one of the “round white object near the center of the page” motif transition pages (…you noticed that, right? Yes, you did, there’s a good reader) and if I hadn’t already drawn and scanned it before I became my dad’s home nurse for two weeks, the update would look like this:
[inserted obscurely dispirited post to Twitter here.]
Which, incidentally, will be what next week’s update looks like, because there is no chance, in hell or elsewhere, that I will have the equipment or opportunity to put a page together. But this is what family is for, and helping my dad heal up after his knee surgery is not going to be something I regret anytime soon. Be kind to your kneecaps, gang, because getting that joint replaced is definitely not any kind of fun.
See y’all soon! Wish me luck caring for my favorite gimp.
Well! Welcome to 2010, everybody. It makes me a leeeetle bit ill to think that this will be year 4 of Family Man and me only at page 166, but then, this comic was designed to be a learning experience and an ongoing project rather than an efficient StoryBlast. I’m an immensely better artist and stronger storyteller than I was circa 2006 thanks to the weekly grindstone this comic offers (and the feedback you provide). Thanks for your continued interest, those of you who follow along at home.
I’ll be hauling up to Seattle to take care of my pops, who got his whole dang knee replaced this week; I look forward to many amusing conversations involving the influence of painkillers and many exotic therapy routines performed with rainbow-hued rubber bands. Next week’s page is a simple one, so I’ll be updating while away, although the page for the 20th might come in late.
If you have any store orders, get ’em in within the next 12 hours, or else it’ll just wait for me to get back.
Cheers, all! Happy New Year.