Wednesday, November 8, 2017

ShortRun 2017

Me and Ka-Blam at Shortrun 2017. Photo: Anne Bean © 2017
Shortrun 2017 was simply wonderful. 

As usual, I must post the photo of the Ka-Blam tshirt, and let my favorite floppie comics (and more!) company know I'm getting the word out. There sales page is Indyplanet.

Once again, I neglected to take a bajillion photos of the events. Mostly because I was too busy talking to fans and new friends, and roving over the floor to look at the plethora of wonderful books and ideas.

So let me put in some links.

To ShortRun itself. And its Twitter and Facebook links, available there. 

Emerald Comics Distribution has a wonderful Instagram feed, and a Facebook page, for starters. If you want to see some great photos of the show, be sure to hit those pages. Pretty easy to find, just by name. 

Of course, had to hit the Fantagraphics party and say hello to all my old and new friends. A lot of people didn't know it was me until I said my name. This even happened at the Sunday Farmer's Market by the Seattle College on Broadway. I guess I've changed! I didn't recognize them either, though. Didn't matter. Had lots of fun talking to them anyway.

The Vera Project after-show party was pretty great, including the DJ. Lots of 7/8 beat, which I prefer. Lots of fun people to talk to and see what they're doing. Wonderful Vietnamese art show on the walls, including some fascinating little horror-erotica fans.

I probably won't be tabling in the future, because these shows are getting so crowded. Since Clallam County offers the Strait Shot bus, it's harder to bring books for direct sale.

I used to suggest panels all the time at shows, and that's what I'll do. And spend time on the floor. For sales, I'll use my internet show. Like I should be doing!

But you know where to find me - right here - and all the links. Be sure to check out the bookstore on this page, especially! 

Special hugs to the Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence. Grateful for the sit-in. I just needed some of your good vibes.

Sunday, October 8, 2017

Shadow And Kiki - Happy Anyway

Shadow in the sun
We're getting lower on cats, and now Kiki has joined Shadow in that walk to the last days.

Kiki - the calico - has a heart condition. Every other day she tolerates a little pill from the vet.

Kiki, with toys
Shadow is taking water for renal failure. He doesn't like it, but he and Kiki both like the special treats they get when they've had their meds.

This is all normal for a household with old cats, and we've done this many times before. 

Both cats are happy, eating, enjoying themselves. 

They've even takien to sharing the heat lamp on the afghan together! 

Tolerance!
We've learned not to hang on forever when a loved one is dying, and let them take their own course.

When my time comes, I plan to subsist on chocolate and coffee.

Recent photos show the two older cats - Shadow from Bremerton, Kiki from Clallam Bay - are even tolerating Jim, our other Clallam Bay rescue.


Shadow, Jim and Kiki -
in English reading order.
I think Shadow's brother might have been a cat in Bremerton named "Egypt." He looked exactly like Shadow, even to the kink in the last inch of the tail.

Shadow is Fearless's brother. We lost Fearless last year to a number of health problems, including thyroid and heart. 

We're too old to be adopting kittens, now, but it looks like we'll still have neighborhood dogs and cats, and can keep contributing to the ASPCA, as we have for years.

There are always animals that need petted or assisted, and owners who need help and contacts. 

It takes a village.
Shadow and Jim

Sunday, September 24, 2017

OLYMPIC COLLECTIBLE EXPO 2017

KaBlam was there too!
Made it again to the Olympic Collectible Expo! 

It's tough for me, because I have to drive four hours down and four hours back, but we little comicons out here on the peninsulas need to support each other. 

And I'm glad I did!

Not only is it the same wonderful crew at the very nice Silverdale hotel, but I picked up two people interested in tables for the Clallam Bay Comicon. If they do get them, we'll be sold out for 2018 (although I don't mind them subletting tables to other creatives - so long as they let me know they're doing it, so I can put it on the blog page in time).

Sat next to a fun artist named "Blacky" Shephard, who in many ways reminded me of myself in earlier days. Hard-working, snappy patter, good advice and great sense of humor. When I explained how I plot by saying "I was the weird girl in school," he said he'd been the weird girl in school, too.

The photo is me in my Ka-Blam Printing t-shirt. Best little company to produce small-page-count comics at nearly 1980's prices! Since I'm working with Emerald Comics Distribution, they'll be just the thing to send out limited monthly releases of both old and new books. 

Digital and Dice's Lady Crass was pod-casting all over the show, and this is the one with me in it (Click link). She must have had a magic camera! Blacky and I perform pig stick theater.

The show is too close to get a room, but too far to drive, and make the whole show, before and after daylight. But if I show up a bit late in the morning, I'll be able to stand a dark drive home - especially since I now have anti-glare glasses that will defeat even those pesky halogens on rural roads. I'm also researching airbnbs in Bremerton - which would allow for some very handy erranding (Peninsula folk have to stock up on cheap bulk items like a loading submarine when in town near a CashNCarry).

I'm going to ask OCE if I can just send some backstock and goodies forward for people to see, and even take, and then bring back for me to autograph when I can get there. 

One way or the other, I want to make the shows out here happen. And keep an eye out for the Forks Comicon, coming soon! It's called RainCon - and it's happening, June 2018.

Desert Peach Concert Kickstarter

Who wants to see a concert based on a book about a nice gay man who ends up in the German army because he doesn't want to do politics?

Yes, we're doing it again - going for a Kickstarter to turn the 1992 Desert Peach musical into a concert. 

If you want to earn a rank in our army, our just be a private soldier, go to the link. 

If you want to see the Alternate Timeline video, go to this link. 

It won't be full costume, but it will be ten singers, at least, doing all the great parts from the wonderful songs by Michael Seyfrit. We may even have some of the original cast on board!

Share this as much as you can, and help us make it happen again. It was so much fun for everybody last time - and it's time for it again.


Tuesday, August 29, 2017

ShortRun 2017 - I'm there!

See you all at Shortrun in Seattle this year! For more info, click here.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Clallam Bay Comicon rescued by Forks Comicon

Just when I thought the Clallam Bay Comicon was over forever,the Forks Comicon* steps up and rescues it!

Evan Sveum, who runs the tiny but elegant comic shop next to Home Slice Pizza in Forks, Washington, wants to run a Forks Comicon.

He wants to learn how I run my comicon. Because of my health, I thought I couldn't do it - but with Evan there, just in case things go wonky, I can run the comicon and nobody and nothing will fall through any holes.

Evan will be like a ghost administrator - fully apprised of all situations - but not needing to activate unless something happens with my health. With him as my adjutant, it will lower my stress levels, and there will be less chance he will need to step in at all.

I've asked him to do a panel at the Clallam Bay Comicon about his own comicon in Forks. I hope he can tell us all the details as it begins to happen.

When you're in Forks, heading west, keep an eye out for Home Slice. Pizza and comics - it's a natural combination. Say hi to Evan, and let him know what you want as comics and for his show. 

Wow. More than one comicon on the West End. Could it be just the beginning?

*Working title



Thursday, July 27, 2017

Clallam Bay Comicon - Why it will become the Forks Comicon

Rawr!
UPDATE! The Clallam Bay Comicon has been rescued by the Forks Comicon! Go here to find out how and why we're going into our seventh year of the Clallam Bay Comicon.

Original post:

After a very successful Clallam Bay Comicon, I had begun procedures for time, place, guest artist, everything - 

And then Monsanto and the US Army finally killed me.

(Before reading this, be assured there will be a Forks Comicon. And if you REALLY want to see me again, get your ass up here when it happens, for my insane wake party. Because there WILL be one! I'm not going to crawl off and die like dearly-missed creators - my art ain't gonna be burned! Please wear your Hallowe'en best.)

Anniston, Alabama, was listed as the most toxic place on earth. I was stationed there at Fort McClellan for basic training in 1970-71.

Monsanto settled out with the town of Anniston in 2003. The US Army was not part of that settlement - I suspect because of the badly-stored chemical weapons.* 

Some of you have called the EMTs or taken me to the hospital. Invariably, the condition was listed as "anxiety attack," which is new-doctor-speak for "hysteria." When my symptoms were so obviously poisoning (one of you got me to the hospital when I actually HAD been poisoned - and the symptoms were identical).

I thought I was doing very well after the Clallam Bay Comicon. The Lion's Club hall was rented. Talks were on line for a new Forks comicon. We had a fabulous guest artist for Clallam Bay. Dan and I went for a huge walk on Hobuck beach. I felt invigorated and ready to go.

And then... things happened. Stress-points started to build up. I hit crisis point.

I can only say So Many Thanks to Kevin - an EMT who works at the Forks Outfitters - for refusing to let me simply call my husband and wait out the vomiting and convulsions and passing out for the next 18 hours. I heard him - and the EMTs he called - say repeatedly, "Her pulse is low. Her pulse is so low." I really, truly just wanted them to let me go. I started to fade, and it felt so good, after all the years of suffering and bullshit. For Dan's and the cat's sake, I'm so glad the EMT's didn't let me faint out (although I truly wanted to kill myself AND them when I was dry-horking in the back of the ambulance).

So, I don't want anybody to think this is whining. This is the bullshit thousands of vets go through every single day, from many decades, who were stationed at Fort McClellan. We can't "sue" because it would cause stress - and then it's agony in the hospital. In my case, with hereditary cardiac finally starting to bother me, it could be lethal. If you really really want to do anything for us - GET THE FUCKING RECRUITERS OUT OF OUR SCHOOLS. Those people need slammed through a wall, like the health insurance CEO in The Incredibles - and for the same reasons.

So that's why I'm not running the Comicon. But I WILL mentor and assist at the Forks Comicon. I can DO that! And at a smaller convention, I could even run a table. If I can't, then there's my online bookstore, my Black Manuscripts, and social media.

I love you all dearly, and I wish I could keep doing this for you. But the robot be done, as robots do. Oh, well. It's been a good run.

Now I'm going to devote my time to Dan and my old cats, the beach, and my art. And pissing around with all of you on social media in the morning.

*Trust the Green Machine Generals' fan club to shirk its responsibilities to its play-toys (ALL fighters are like this - regardless of whose side they're on. They fight for no one but their fan club. They certainly don't fight for anybody's rights - or there would be no more FGM in the middle east).