July 25th, 2007


"Baby it's old inside."

Well, my birthday's next week, and I'm a-gettin' old. Today, a gaggle of attractive teenage girls walked past my yard, and my first impulse was to call out,"You kids -- stay off my lawn!" It occurs to me that this is preferable to the impulses I had back in my youthful bachelorhood, but still... part of me died inside.

Anyway, I'm off to Comic-Con. If I look a little sad while drawing pictures of Superman and digging Little Lulu comics out of the quarter bins, it's because I'm old.

Oh, and here's the soft launch of my new website:


(The hard launch will be several years from now, when I'm rich and famous.)