Hello, Folks

My apologies for the relatively lengthy gap in posts. I've been catching up on some things while also catching up on some extra sleep. 

Tonight I spent more time than I would have liked sending out a takedown notice to a tee-shirt site that swiped the new Milk & Cheese shirt. That's the sort of "invisible work" that has to get done and is a pain in the ass because you'd much rather be making stuff than dealing with stuff.

And it was a heavy week for me, for those of you who follow me on Instagram might be well aware of. For those that don't, the short version is I discussed my botched suicide attempt last year around this time. Forgive me for not rehashing it here right now at the moment. There's been some fallout from that, although I guess "fallout" is a bad choice of words here. It's nothing terrible or even negative, but a bit taxing, emotionally, as this was the first the family I grew up with had heard about it, and obviously the first my readers had heard of it, and there's been a bit of a response and all. As one would expect. 

I mainly decided to bring it up because after putting Dork #7 out way back when I became acutely aware of the fact that a number of my readers were dealing with very similar emotional and mental health issues as I did (a good number of them cartoonists and comics creators). And as a result I've since been pretty open about these things because I know there are people who find it helpful to hear about others with that shared experience. And this has been a shit year for everyone, and the holidays are sometimes stressful for some folks, if not painful. They kind of are for me for several reasons, and, last year's been on my mind. Not in any morbid or severely depressed way, in case you're wondering. I'm coping pretty well under the circumstances. See, I even drew a Super Skrull for someone! Can't be unhappy drawing the Super Skrull now, can you? Not me. The power of Kirby compels you.

Anyhow, my back's still on the mend, and I'll be back (ha ha) here as soon as possible, but  I'm needing some time to catch up on a few things that are on deadlines (or, are past deadlines, oy) so I can catch up a bit. I did finish revising the lettering script for the third issue of next year's Beasts of Burden series, and I worked on some commissions (finished a couple, pushed another forward, started a couple of others) and I'm close to finishing a book foreword and some script/layout stuff that I dragged out way too long.

A quick and honestly appreciated quick thanks to the new backers I see have joined, thank you, thank you, that's even nicer than a Super Skrull by Jack Kirby. But maybe not a Psycho-Man or a Lockjaw and Crystal. On par with The Demon, perhaps, but not as good as Karkas, because that character always reminds me (and others, I bet) of Tom Spurgeon. Tom did like to champion the Karkas. And for reasons that are obvious. Karkas!

Anyway, long day's journey into day and all that crap, it's almost 8 a.m., and I am crashing out and worried I won't get any sleep tonight for therapy on Monday. Worrying about therapy is a sure sign of needing therapy, and I am that person, hello (pretend I'm waving to you, okay? Actually, I really did wave, for the hell of it, to make it honest).. So good night, or good morning more like it, and I'll be back shortly with another comical book biscuit or whatever.

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