Billy the Dunce

Looks like the boys have finally found where the sidewalk ends. Not pretty, either. I have to say I feel that I’ve handled this rather better than the Dr. Who episode I watched while inking this strip; wherein the doctor meets Satan, who likes just like you’d expect Satan to look. Lame. The devil is not overt, especially in Science Fiction (which Dr. Who purports to be), and it certainly isn’t a damn balrog.

Anyway, mad props to Flyky because today is our 4 year wedding anniversery. Without her kind and patient understanding (and I do mean understanding. She’s a better artist than I’ll ever be, so she gets this compulsion of mine) no one would be reading this comic strip. In fact, without this comic strip, I may not have wooed her in the first place. I’ll tell you the whole story some other time. Needless to say, she’s awesome to a degree that can’t be sketched out in mere words.

Also, I’m awesome because I just acquired my very first college degree (at the age of 30 – sad) in Cartooning. It was a bitchin’ weekend and I’ll drop some pics on you guys when I get a spare minute or two.

Alright, what else? Oh yeah — MeCAF is this Sunday! Any and all fans of the strip (all seven of you) should hop on a plane, train, or automobile to get to Portland, Maine. It’s going to be a hoot and holler and I will be there. I promise that if you ask me to sign a comic, I’ll knock a solid buck off the cover price (if I remember). Cuz’ you know you want to buy what you can get here for free. Also, buttons!

Well, it’s late (as usual) so I really ought to try and sleep a little bit.

Later,

J