Posting before work falls on my head like a ton of bricks. Finally Day ONE of my Ad Congress experience is finito. Hope you like.
And again, a kodak look at it:
That’s me making pa-cool at the talk and then the actual book signing…
In other news, I’m totally hopped up on love for Lucy Knisley (see sidebar) and her newest ukulele chart topper- The Ballad of One Fang. Gog, she’s such a babe. <3 I’d take up ukulele lessons too if I didn’t know for a fact that I’m a miserable, musical dodo.
I’ve been missing in action for days, and I’m so sorry for that, ladies and gents (sad face) You would think that with ad congress over and the year steadily coming to a fold, things would slow down for the holidays, right? Sigh. If only it were so. In our desperate attempt to meet the yearly quota, we’ve been killing ourselves with pitches galore. And yes, while I’ve always been able to doodle up something no matter what, it gets kind of embarrassing to be so blatantly NOT working when the rest of the crew’s doing their best. (feet shuffle) Gog I’m so full of it. I literally finished this page in 10 minutes, and it shows:
There’s about 2 and a half weeks left of work time here at the office, but that only means that it’s crunch time more than ever. As my friend Manny put it, every day is sounding more and more like the time-is-running-out Super Mario theme. Personally I think it sounds more like the Star theme.
Thing’s will get better, I promise : (
Stay tuned to find out what Reg encountered at the END OF THE LINE (dun dun duuun!)
Gog I’m such a spaz. Look, it really wasn’t that big a deal- in case you guys were wondering. I hope I haven’t built this up too much. Either way, stay sharp, lads!
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So, here’s part one (obviously), of how “I Met (or kind of pissed off) James Jean”. To all you grammar Nazis out there, I humbly apologize if I flutter from past to present tense without warning… I’ve yet to master the narrative. Come to think of it, I kind of do it all on the fly. Anywho, without further ado:
Will Reg’s love be dashed?? Is James Jean truly a douche??
Stay tuned for Part Two in this all too brief tale of disappointment and angst!
The End.
For those who’d like to peek at something that ISN’T black and white:
I’m going to change my lay-out soon. Resizing my work for the sake of being neat is making my lettering suffer. Sad face. How’re you all liking the size? Have my strips been easy or hard to read? Thoughts please!
By the way, I misspelled Jjamppong <: )
Hi all! It’s been awhile hasn’t it?
I’m really sorry for all the blips. I just came back from the Subic Ad Congress and survived 3 days without any internet access or my sketchpad. Still, I must admit; it was a total BLAST. I’ve got a LOT to share, and a ton of stories to draw out… For starters, I met James Jean and got a heap of stuff signed (chortles). The poor man was SO jetlagged and cranky, and I was such a (an annoying) fan, I think I pissed him off… hurm.
ANYWAY, we’ll get to that eventually. I stress on the word “eventually” because unfortunately ladies and gents, a big, fat hairy deadline fell on my lap the second we arrived. It’s been a pretty miserable Monday, Â so I’m kind of tight on time right now. It’s 8:09 and it looks like a long night ahead of us. The hours spent in this job are insane.
Either way, here’s a little story that came about after a certain conversation I had about delectable cheese.
(Note: Please ignore the successive exclamation marks; this was rushed and they weren’t deliberate.)
And now, a quick visit to the dictionary…
Someone had better run and tell John Lloyd! (Thanks for the correction Peachy!)
True Story. The End.
Okay… so, over lunch we were all looking at old office photos…
I know what you’re all thinking. Yes yes Reg we GET IT, YOU’RE FAT AND PEOPLE LIKE TELLING IT TO YOUR FACE. CAN’T YOU COMICK SOMETHING ELSE? At this rate, I ought to make a “Reg is a Hoagy” tag.
Believe you me folks, I’ve pretty sick of it too. Mainly because it hurts my feelings (huhuhu), but also because something genuinely fun AND funny would be nice too. I just find it so hard to let go of the material hehe… a lot of it’s comedic gold to me! I do love laughing at myself- that is, after the crying in the bathroom. (I kid).
But man, self-deprecation aside, I really do have to get back in shape. I’m a stiff fatty and I miss the days when touching my toes wasn’t such a production. As Homer S. would put it- “From now on, exercise!” (commence belly twists atop a weighing scale)
On the side, I’ve been having some trouble inking as of late… a series of off days has got me depressed and all. Le sigh. It’s been hard getting back on the horse. Hopefully I’ll scan something new before the day’s over. For now, I’ve got work to finish. Later loves!
It’s been a rough week so far… lots of deadlines and lost sleep. That, and I haven’t had a chance to pick up a new brush pen. Inking’s been a pain. I’m really sorry for missing the last couple of days… I’ll make it up eventually, I swearz it. And to start, here’s a short blot- my little way of telling you all that yes, I’m still alive and. flatulent.
