"Awesome!" A Blog.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Just what have I been doing with my sick old myself!

Well, that was just about the biggest non-holiday Achewood comic production break I've taken since I don't know when. Sorry for being sick and tir—no, I'm not sorry. Even guys like me get sick and can't string two words together sometimes, particularly ones that I have faith will be even slightly amusing in the morning. That said, I will try to arrange my sick time for weekends (you know, going to the airport Friday morning and shaking lots of hands in the International terminal, licking Taco Bell employees, etc) but cannot make any promises (some men just refuse to be licked, often for religious reasons).

I would be remiss if I didn't take time to thank all of you who wrote in with "get well" messages, people who at least thought, "poor bugger, he's ill, it seems," or at the very least did not go online to "haxX0rz" me and Photoshop ASCII runes all over my picture.

In other news...if you're like me, you know the power of watching Gordon Ramsay yell at people. He is truly fantastic at it. He is the Jimmy Page of becoming angry. I'm almost afraid to make fun of him here, as I have a tiny fantasy of running into him at the San Francisco Airport executive lounge. He is one of the very few people I would touch on a weekday there, as the thousands of YouTube videos of Hell's Kitchen, Kitchen Nightmares, etc. (and there is quite a lot of etc.) show him to be a man who just might yell at himself in the bathroom mirror if he didn't "wash up" after using his much-referenced "widger" to "do up a proper boys' piss." So, in a nutshell, if you are a member of the SFO executive lounge, I would very much like to visit with you while keeping an eye out for Gordon Ramsay. Some wish they could have seen Gehrig hit his first home run, some wish they could have seen an intact Led Zep play at Wembley, but I'd love to see Gordon Ramsay give a proper dressing-down to the next Taco Bell food court employee who gives me meningo-form coccxylampreys, or whatever it was I contracted recently.

Coming up in the next weeks: updates on the status of the Great Outdoor Fight hardcover I'm doing with Dark Horse, Achewood Cookbook II, the "how to make a living off web-comics" book I hope to distribute as a PDF soon, and a really kickin' version of the 1969 GOF announcement poster. (I am trying to at least do one of these from each decade.)

Howdy, yet goodbye,