Need tech banana

It's a problem, my way-overdo-for-an-update website. File this under the category of no time or money to get a nerd to fix. Sorely needed, to say the least. I can barely manage this humble blog!!!

For those checking in about the upcoming Chicago thing, apologies, but don't let my lack of tech savvy keep you from reading my books.

I like this hidden little off-shoot that's hard to locate. This is for those who aren't familiar with my work yet. It's from 2005, by my late pal Bob Callahan.
http://bloomerland.com/bloomerland/comics.htm

BTW, I need to get the car painted for my next comix project. Here it is in better days. I may do a Kick starter campaign, which is about what it takes to start this baby.

SO Not Really

Miami Nice

Thinking Cap

At a loss for ideas? Here's how my Great Grandmother Sophie Tyler solved that problem back in 1910.

Great review

Thank you, Rob for the great review. http://highlowcomics.blogspot.com/

40 and last

40 years ago today, July 24, 1971,  I got married in Tennessee for the first time. Alex & I were together almost 6 years. I was 19, he was 23.  Too young, I think.

The link below is the only evidence I have of his existence. In the video, someone's trying to make him out to be a bad guy, but I remember him as an environmentalist. He 'turned me on' to the natural world -- a love I have retained to this day.
one of my 'ex'es on the job

Last year on this date I sat on Odin's throne at the San Diego Comic Con, 2010.

Perfection

I realized perfection today. I saw the moment squarely and thanked Buddha for the concept.

I had made a screen door. Was putting the bead moulding around it out in my parents' back yard in flat Indiana, on a cement patio. Green everywhere else. Wide open prairie all around. Surround. OK, so there was a Cubs/Giants ballgame on the radio, coming out of the garage. And the sound of the table saw. Dad's making a rolltop desk out of his stash of old-growth walnut. (Who old growth? - He 92!) We got thirsty and so I cut open that watermelon from the refrigerator. So ripe and ready, it split completely open without much convincing.

Slurp eating cold sweetness in the grass there on the prairie with the game and the saw and the screen door in perfect evening light. That was it.