
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Friday, April 11, 2008
2 Books

My second book with Fantagraphics, Jessica Farm: Volume 1, is now out.
See: A preview.
Read: Some reviews: 1, 2, 3
Buy: From Fantagraphics
or from Amazon or from your local comic or book store.

Also: My first book, House, is now in it's second printing, with nice, smooth, muted matte cover coating, just the way I always wanted.
You get: Fantagraphics, Amazon.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Magic Show
Monday, March 24, 2008
Friday, March 21, 2008
A Bat Hero

I put out a lil' zine version of this comic back in 2007. The cover was a photocopy with red and silver spray paint stencil. I think I printed about 200-250 all told. It was a mega-slog putting those things together, so once those were out, I put it on-line....But now it is no longer available on-line! A slightly altered version of the strip will be printed in the collection The Furry Trap.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Taste of Slice

Robin Bougie has put out a Sleazy Slice second issue, which I think over-all is stronger than the first one. If you like gross, inappropriate, and terrifically uglified comics, you should get you one. I did the back cover drawing, which I think Bougie colored......Stick your thing in the Sewer Hole.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Angeleyes
Music: ABBA/ Video: Frost & Simmons (From footage shot by uncle Jorgen in 1983)/ Interperative Dance: Young Josh, brother Luke, and cousin Steven
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Jessica Farm: Volume One

2008- Volume 1
2016- Volume 2
2024- Volume 3
2032- Volume 4
2040- Volume 5
2048- Volume 6
2050- The final, collected work in one book, including the final 2 years- or 24 pages- of the story.
Pre-order from Amazon.
Monday, December 03, 2007
Saturday, December 01, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
The White Rhinoceros
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Takin' Care of Business
Usually, I can't abide by killin'. I don't like to kill, but sometimes, a man has to. A man has to take care of business. And sleeping over Wendy's loft, the crickets screech their diddleys on through the night. Upon repeated re-awakening, come 4 a.m., time comes for a man to get on that business. Time for a man to crush it. No need to be a fluster fuck about it though. Cooly, methodically. Walk over to the corner where the noise emits. Discover it's coming from up high, apparently the lil' fellow perched on a beam in the ceiling. Nude. Go and get the ladder. Climb on up, headlight strapped on to the head. Lil' guy leaning over the edge of the beam, probly with a right proper view of the sleeping folks. Making his behavior that much more inexcusable. Try to crush the lil' guy with one's key, but he hops back. Down and looking for something long and thin to get in the crack. Wendy informs she has Raid. Handy, and grabbed. On back up, and spray the shit outta that crack. And with that, no more cricket cries. Again, not something I abide or condone on a general basis. Crickets, usually totally digable. But on this day, I will admit to a certain flush of satisfaction. The noise has ended, and our protagonists can now rest most sleepfully.
-The End-
-The End-

Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Sunday, October 07, 2007
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