Educating Hunters, One Brain Cell At A Time

Just sent this to President Walter "Bud" Pidgeon, Jr., head of the USSA

You can contact him too, with YOUR favorite comics sites!  At: bpidgeon@ussportsmen.org

"Hi, Bud! Hi folks!

Just read about the action of the USSA at: Ellen Degeneres

Since you are being introduced to comic books, I thought you'd enjoy my long-running comic book series: The Desert Peach

Here's another one I heartily recommend: The Virgin Project.

And we can't leave out: Cuckoo.

Or the smashing: Colin Upton's World

And we can't leave out a WORLD of fun comics: Prism Comics

Welcome to wonderful world of comic books! It's more books, more kinds of books -- and more people worldwide -- than you can imagine. I recommend you look at all these sites. And imagine how many more there are.

Donna Barr

Regular ASPCA contributor"

Broken Heart, Small Soul

This isn't going to do any good, but I have to do it anyway, because every once in a while I have to try again. It's worn a hard rut of sorrow in my heart, and at this point I know I'm never going to get over it.  So if you've run into me and found me snappish, narrow-minded and sour, read the title on this post.

Soon after he went missing, I dreamt he met me at the foot of a street going straight up from the west end of the Fremont bridge in Seattle.  There is no such street.  I've even checked a Fremont street in Bremerton, and a Fremont neighborhood in Tacoma.  Thinking of him the other day, and discovered there was a Fremont neighborhood in Las Vegas.

If you can tell me what happened to him -- and prove it -- it's $250.00 bucks for you.  If you can bring him back alive, it's $500.00. 

There.  I've got it out of my system for another session of weeks or years.  And don't tell me to Get Over It; a local poke-into-your-life wanna-be spiritualist leader told me "We (him and his just-as-bad partner) can cure grief and guilt."  He's lucky I didn't slap him silly on the spot.

Emerald City Comicon

Got back from Emerald City the day before St. Patrick's Day.

What can I say?  A good show, as always; sold lots of books out of the booth I shared with five other artists at the Cartoonists Northwest booth. I like sharing a booth better; there's always somebody there to watch our stuff and it's a party all the time.

Managed to physically see Leonard Nimoy, so I can add more steps to the Kevin Bacon game Dan and I have so much fun playing. It doesn't get me any closer to Boston Legal (George Takai playing pingpong did that years ago), but it does get me one step closer to Gunsmoke (be sure not to have anything liquid in your mouth before you go to this link).

Now, the best part of traveling: trying out new restaurants with Roberta Gregory! 

Steelhead Diner: poutine and smothered greens (that's Roberta's happy mouth).

Poutine:  flat, blah dish.  Supposedly extra-tasty with special gravy, sausage and cheese curds. But -- that may be our fault for sprinkling the white chili vinegar on our olive oil and butter before dipping in the scrumptious bread the restaurant had bought at the Pike's Place Market.  Or pairing it with the yummy smothered greens with Italian bacon and sherry vinegar (deservedly in the foreground).  We did rescue it by slathering it full of torn pieces of Thai basil we'd bought in the market. The chef said that in season it was served with truffles; that's right, put something earthy on something flat.  Coffee:  so very good.  Black as evil, but not bitter or oily.  Not a drop of milk needed -- and it's bottomless.  Then again, I'm an artist, and if the coffee's good, we're happy with the place.  No, the portions are not dinky; we always split, so we can pretend we're at the Bite Of Seattle as we walk.

Such as Sweetie's, the candy store in the Pike's Place Market.   The owner is the proverbial kid in the candy store -- that's him grinning after he discovered he could get mango sour-powder in Seattle.  We simply HAD to get us some Kookabura licorice, some salted licorice, and licorice all-sorts.  Yes, dears, we are fond of licorice. 

Northlake Hawaiian Barbecue:  That's Roberta and her guy, Bruce Taylor, digging into home-style Hawaiian comfort food, pork lau-lau and pork adobo (and each other's plates).  Very clean, but very tasty.  I never thought I'd like poi or slices of fried spam in my ramen soup.  Even the plain rice and coconut pudding are delish; the latter bounces with flavor.  They bring you a tray of assorted teas -- I always let Pele choose -- and then run by every once in a while to replenish the hot water.  This may not mean much to you, but I'm terminally thirsty, especially after walking all over downtown Seattle with Roberta.  Where is this place?  At the bottom of Yesler and Boren.  It is a most unprepossessing heap -- an ex-gas-station -- with all its charms on the plate.  Large dining room and deck in the summer, and they cater.

Emerald City Comicon Poster

Look out for my poster at Emerald City Comicon (booth 610).  

The original art used to build the poster will be there for sale (unless you grab it first; $449.95 -- and there's only one).

Emerald City Comicon Coupon

Going to be at the Emerald City Comicon?  Bring this coupon!  Download and print out.  See you at booth 610!  (The coupon opens up the right size if you click it)

Sorry Loggers

Just some amateur musings from an on-the-job-trained stringer reporter.

Poor Clueless Pimples

My answer to:  http://blog.copyrightalliance.org/2010/02/pilfering-copyrighted-images-mock-freedom-and-respect/

"Oh, come on, my fellow authors/artists.  Haven't we all met the trembling fan-boy at the conventions who has a picture of our art or a photo of Betty Page in the alltogether and acts like he pooped it out of his own butt?  Or the quivering fan-girl who pretends to be us at trade shows -- or even goes into bookstores to sign our books?  Hey, we used to call them Trekies.  Give these poor, talentless, uncreative people a break.  They can't make it themselves.  Most of them never got near an art class because our schools don't provide them any more; they've been harnessed mind and soul to work on factory lines or punch out code.  The best they can do themselves is make bath bombs or Martha Stewart Halloween potpourris.  Poor things. have some sympathy; what else have they got?"