Hello from Miami, where we might be waiting for some “fit to hit the shan”, as they say. Unless the heat has finally spoiled my brain, I felt a soft bit of a cool breeze. I stood outside talking to customers for a bit and didn’t feel like my ass was soaking. So, good times coming?
Still small gusts here and there, the rain is starting to win over the ground, and I’m ready to gondola home tonight. Maybe. Try selling comics in this!
Had an amazing time Lettering the other day. I know right, LETTERING? I just sat down, hunkered down, hit my Apple music on the radio for me, and listened to Jams while finishing off the 2nd issue of Shara Chronicles (By Keith Wade and Kenny Calderon)and I was in a zone I haven’t been in like 10 years I think. It was fun but exhausting, and getting there is such a triumph but exhausting, to say the least. I went to bed that night, body tired head wired, but happy. The next day I paid for it. That sort of voltage is for the young, but good lord I loved it. Did a nice peek at the issue here to check out, and will probably post pages to all Subscribers later this week!
FROM THE FWACATA BLOG:
Le Freres Heureux
Niles: “The Happy Brothers”… Brilliant! It’s homey, but just hard enough to pronounce to intimidate the riff-raff! Frasier: Yes! The Innkeepers — Frasier Transcripts Season 2 Episode 23
Hopefully, that is what the title infers. Recently, when I was plunged into the depths of COVID, I spent many a terrible day with one solace: watching all 11 seasons of Frazier during that time. Some of it was blurred as I was feverish and passing out at times, but it would just the there. Its humor was sharp but you didn’t have to sit and pay attention, you would just go about seeing the adventures of the Cranes, or better-said misadventures. I walked away with a realization of myself: am as foolish, selfish, and self-centered as Frazier. Without the degree or money or education to back it up? I don’t say this as an admonishment really but in my darker crappier days, I do run a bit Frazier-ish in my arrogance and my outlook on my fellow human beings. There are times when he makes certain remarks, be it the main character or his brother Niles, and I can only sit there and agree. I don’t even laugh I just sit there going “Hell yeah” while the laughs or gasps happen. I wonder where the humor was when they spoke the truth of that, THE RIFF RAFF. Not you of course fellow reader, you guys are awesome. But all those bums out there! I hope you notice my sarcasm in this. I say all this, remembering the fever I had and thinking back on my life. Nothing better than being a constant 101 degrees and taking stock of your decisions until that point and instead of thinking about the wrongs you did, think “It could never be another way!” I made decisions on friends, acquaintances, business, jobs, etc, many times if I just didn’t like the person, or get along, I didn’t mince words or actions. In my younger brasher days I would call them assholes to their face and when you are talking to an Art Director or potential client, that doesn’t help any.
In my more nuanced older years, I just don’t talk to them and try my best to keep things mum.
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So let’s see what happens tomorrow. I suspect it just being shitty overall, but it’s hard to sell funny books when the sky is falling. If you enjoy the crap I do and want to see more and support how about subscribing?