Camikaze.

Well here is the cover I've put together with help from shakino in the form of some amazing birds constructed from paper. There will be a UV layer going down on this when it's printed. naniiebim will soon be tweeking little bits and bobs on it to polish it up. She's also been working on this for the other cover to issue one. Which I'll be colouring tomorrow. I've been going nuts working on finishing of Birdsong. The close we get to sending it off to the printers the more excited I get.

Then at somepoint I can get down to finishing the chloe Noonan fanart I've started for burnt_jamb

Also I tried to buy Beast by Marion Churchland this week to find it hadn't reached the shops in dear old sheffield, so to cheer myself up I bought the complete Scud. Scud was the first indie comic I ever bought (or maybe it was the tick I love them both so). Still reading the whole scud was awesome Rob Schraub draws some awesome comedy fights and robots in vending machines just look cool somehow.

While waiting for my sister, I decided to stop into the local Starbucks for some mint tea. With the cooler weather here, I can't get enough hot tea.

The two baby showers for my sister went well. The first one was mainly family, with a few family friends. I'm really lucky to be a part of my family. Everyone's just so funny, loving, and accepting. After the baby shower, all the men in the family came by for my Grandma's surprise 92nd birthday party. The second baby shower was supposed to be more for friends. It turned out to be a reunion of all the girls from our old neighborhood growing up. We sat around and gossiped, ate food, and watched videos on youtube. We've decided that after Maria's baby comes, we're going to play night tag like old times. I'd really like to get the guys from the old neighborhood together too, and play a big football game at the old bus stop. We used to play every morning before the bus would come.

Trucker Haiku
by F. Phox

If You Can't See Me
Inside My Rear View Mirror
Then I Can't See You

500 comics! Who knew.

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there's a girl whose freckles spell out constellations, lines shooting straight in curved reality, making orion's belt across her hips, the pleiades speckled on a shoulder.

she breaks down in barseats over greek poets. the refugee from new jersey is across the table, trying to force everything to be ok in what he thinks is best. she can't breathe through all the panic attacks and paranoid fear of a repeat performance of her last relationship. never does she think that she's the refuge, the safe place, the one that makes everything better.

meanwhile, there's the king of mesopotamia driving autumn turned ice queen through the night, as she's nodding off. he sits and stews and can't think of a way to say anything, like he never can when it matters.
i hate that you can't be my best friend because of this passive-aggressive anger seething out from you. i hate that everything said suddenly means nothing, and i can only obsess, in these new empty days that go nowhere, waiting for nighttime to come and my friends to converge on the barstools...because nobody needs to be lonely until the morning comes. i can't stop thinking of you wanting to show up on my doorstep, reaching across the country to beg me to come home. it burrows deep, too late, to where i'm shouting 'i fucking hate you' into my text message on gino's floor in the borderlight, sam laughing and reducing our back and forth to an lolcat she found online.

my ambiguity saves lives. realize i'm in hell right now. anger and pressure and paranoia are exactly the wrong thing to add.

so many girls have told me that no matter the situation, they're always scared that i'm angry at them.
then they tell me that i have this power of looking them in the eyes and making all the bad things not matter.
this is all news to me, as i'm trying to save decades old friendships and bring back autumn from the dead, behind the mausoleum brick wall. i'm weak and ignorant and can't ever comprehend any of this hidden truth that spews from the cracks in the mortar, an airy woman's voice whispered in a draft.

I'm still waiting for my favorite shots from the other day. Until I get those, here's one for the people who requested it.

I went on a "field trip" with the people I edit the movie with. This place, Cook's Cafe, is in downtown Deland. I never would have known it was there, because it's in an alley, and is only open for lunch. Man was it packed! For good reason, too! I ordered the Black Bean and Rice soup in a bread bowl. It was so good and filling. Homemade too! I wish more places like this existed.

Once I get off from work, I'm going to be exercising. First thing! I lost another pound, but I have to work hard if I want to make it two pounds lost this week!

Here's a quick warm up sketch.

Also check here for Peckham pages!

A CD that contained all of the songs ever made in the world that would constantly update

:D

question by robotsinmyattic!!!

You can read the first third of Overqualified here: http://www.shortcovers.com/mixes/Overqualified/book-buH3VXBquUCmH6lc7vTOpw/page1.html

It's formatted pretty terribly on the site, to be honest, but you can get a sense of how the novel differs from the original letters that are online, and the new material. This first section is mostly about my brother Adrian. Anyway, I hope you like it!

she asks for a back rub like she asks a stranger, turning away glassy eyes. there, on those replacement playground platforms, she slips off her jacket, leaving exposed shoulder blades arching under my thumbs and forefingers. push the tension down, past the publicly viewed, slightly tanned skin into black dress, old territory. past rainbow feathers and hair that smells like my formative years. i trace my fingers down her spine, whispering old noises once indicative of lazy days in rain and tropical bedrooms, dim daylight rolling back from desert morning sunbeams but only shadows on our walls.
tonight, she giggles at this, but then snaps back to distance. 'thanks', she says and stands up, throwing her jacket back on. now she's fading, bleary eyed and nodding off. maybe it's the wine or maybe it's the northwest foliage we just smoked, but as we get up and wander away from intruders she doesn't seem here anymore.
as she's passing out, dress pulling up on pale legs in the driver's seat, i get close and something clicks in her eyes. yes, i'm fucking worried about you. you're not ok. and a real stare, a real smile comes rushing out of whatever drug-addled exhaustion has overtaken her, and i catch a flash of blue in those mood ring eyes.

cars drive seperate directions in the dark, and old classmates watch us leave, shouting stoned greetings to taillights.

I had a photoshoot with Jenna today. She needed it for class. I'm waiting on the rest of the pictures to be edited and sent to me. I'm so excited, because they all came out so great! We're going to the beach Saturday morning for a sunrise shoot. I feel like this is something I've really needed. With the weight loss, I'm really feeling comfortable in my own skin again. I still have quite a way to go before I reach my ultimate goal, but I think I can put things in a better perspective.

after talking to a few people regarding the last entry i am not entirely sure it's really a comic. so to be on the safe side i present to you a new lesson in brainonomics



this is not instead of the other thing it is an addition to. so i posted 2 comics for monday... or something... i dunno just covering my ass

I have exams in 1 and a bit weeks, i don't have time to make comics but still want to, so you will be getting these "comics" in the form of old medical book pages [ok i probably won't go to this much effort each time]

in short i am using comics to study. boring for you... helpful for me, hopefully.

if by the rules of SEC this doesn't count as a comic then here is my comic
( under this here cut )