Dante does it again!

I guess now it's an annual event. Dante 'the Great' Dondero has won student of the month. This is the Second year in a row that Dante has won Student of the month for Self-discipline. Ms. Meno, Dante's teacher, said as she was presenting this award that she had several times heard Dante say to other students "I'm sorry but I can't talk to you right know, I have school work to finish." Trust me when I say I have no clue where he gets this from. Lord knows I was always too busy drawing on desks, finding animals in the clouds or visiting other worlds in my head to think about school work. Dante's mother has never passed up an opportunity to talk with anyone. The only one that I know that had this type of focus at such a young age is Dante's Aunt Christine. It's a little strange how genetics work through a family tree.

So when your are in class or at work and that fellow student or co-worker walks up to you and tries to divert your attention to their new shoes or to talk about the Curious George film they saw, Think... "What would Dante do!" and get back to work.

Please don't do what Dante's dad would do which is say "Shut up and get back to work! I'm busy watching Ultraman kick Mighty Mouse's butt in that cloud which I am recreating on my desk." Cause that only get your English teacher's attention and within ten seconds she will be handing you the spray bottle of desk cleaner and a rag and force you to destroy the drawing you spent the last thirty minutes creating.

Remember "What would Dante do!" words to live by.

Moronism #3

Sally hates Dan because he pulled her hair, Dan had pulled Sally's hair because she told Fran that he had a fat head which Sally had said because Dan had told Jeff that she had a big mouth which Dan had said because... Well he can't really remember why he said that!

Moronism #2

I present you with Moronism #2:

Jonny loved to start fires,

that was until he burned his house down!

Moronism #1 and a quick shout out!

Before I post my Moronism #1, I forgot to thank a couple of other freaks:

David and Ben (aka - the DirtBoy's): You two made my day brighter. Little Maggie Simpson - (aka Maggie Simpson) First person to dawn the new 'Bully' T-Shirt which is also now available online and I least forget the talented Ruben DeLuna (aka - artist for BugGirl): it was great to have him come by and hang out on Saturday.

Now to Moronism #1 - I am going to start posting new Moronisms every Tuesday and Thursdays. On Wednesdays I will post the continuing story of the 'Saint of Liberty' and whatever news falls on me on Mondays and Fridays.

That said I present Moronism #1:

Sometimes you have to be bad

to learn how to be good!

(like refusing to eat your Brussel sprouts, only to make your mom really mad and have her put a bunch more on your plate and tell you that you aren't leaving the table until you have eaten them all. Then realize that your favorite TV show is about to start, so you cram every freaking Brussel sprout into your mouth so that you can leave the kitchen and go to the front room to watch TV. Only to have your mom demand that you swallow your food before you can go. Hearing the theme music to your show you attempt to swallow the ten Brussel sprouts that you had stored in your cheeks. Only to get a couple stuck in your throat. Not being able to breath you run to your mom and give her the international choking sign with both hands at your neck. She screams the loudest she can, "Oh my god! My baby's going to die!', as she spins you around and gives you the Heimlick maneuver, which not only sends all the Brussel sprouts in your mouth and throat flying, but also brings up the rest of your meal that you had eaten earlier. Before you have a chance to hold back your dinner flies from your mouth. All you can hear is the splat of your dinner as you puke it all over the kitchen wall. You spend the next 25 minutes cleaning the puke of the wall and floor just in time to watch the end credits of your favorite show. Next time your mom serves you Brussel sprouts you make sure that you either chop them up in to tiny pieces and mix them in with the other food, making the other food taste a lot worse but not as bad as Brussel sprouts by themselves or feed the Brussel Sprouts to the dog when your mom isn't looking. Weeks later you realize that your thirty years old and finally move out of your parents house and get a place of your own, where you never make Brussel Sprouts ever.)

The Love Fest that was WonderCon!

WonderCon was freaking great and just wanted to say thanks!

First of all - I can not tell you how great it is to have kids and grown-ups alike come up to our booth and say how much they love our comiks and movies. Nothing makes me happier! I want to thank everyone that came by, you Rock!

Nextly - I would like to thank Colin (Artist for Dirtboy) for all the hardwork this weekend. I would have had to pee in a jar at the booth or something, if he wasn't there. I doubt that I would have had one-tenth of the visitors say for sooo long if the booth smelled like urine.

Lastly - I would like to thank all the freaks that came to WonderCon. Be it the skin headed Bush hater with make-up or the Funking girl walking the isles with serious bed head and butt crack or the fifteen year old looking alcoholic with a hangover that had puked on her party dress the night before. without you, there would really be no reason to go! PS- you all need help and if there is anything I can do, please feel free to ask.

WonderCon is Emanant!

WonderCon, Northern California's premiere pop culture convention, is this weekend. February 10 - 12 (http://www.comic-con.org/wc/index.shtml). Not only are Peter Mayhew (Chewbacca from the Star Wars films), Herbert Jefferson Jr. ("Boomer" of the original Battlestar: Galactica), and Creature Features hosts Bob Wilkins going to be there, but so will I.

If you have the time this weekend and want to come into The City and see a bunch of freaks in costume, you should think about coming to WonderCon. Moronik Comiks will have a booth there and it would be great to have you come on by. My booth number is 716, right behind Slave Labor Graphics.

If you are going to WonderCon please don't forget to go by Rhode Montijo and Jamie Baker's: Abismo/Nerve Bomb Booth (number 812). If you are not familiar with their work or even if you are, you have to stop by and see the magic!

But come on, even if you don't want to see me, Peter Mayhew. How can you pass up Chewbacca!

Looking forward to seeing you soon.
I hope you are doing well,

"The Saint of Liberty" - Part 7

Now before I present you with Part 7 of "The Saint of Liberty", don't forget to read the prior entries to get caught up if you need to. Also remember that A week from tomorrow is WonderCon and Moronik Comiks will have a booth there. Are booth number will be 716. We are located right behind Slave Labor Graphics.

Lilly moved towards Ms. Bates looking down at the shattered glass said, “Ms. Bates if there is anything that I can do for being so clumsy, please tell me.” Mr. Sugars grabbed a handful of butterscotch candy and put them into Ms. Bates’ hand as he said “Don’t you never mind, like Ms. Bates said ‘It was an accident!’” Ms. Bates having taken the candies and put them in her pocket started to pick up the broken pieces when Mr. Sugars said “Don’t you worry about that mess Ms. Bates, you have had a crazy day. I will get to it as soon as I give Lilly her ice cream." Mr. Sugars and Ms. Bates eyes met, Ms Bates feeling a little embarrassed made a b-line to the door. As she opened the door she said a quick goodbye to both Lilly and Mr. Sugars. Mr. Sugars now alone with Lilly helped Lilly get her boxes back into her arms. As Mr. Sugars move to the back of the counter to get Lilly’s ice cream the door to the shop opened and in walked little Steven Spazcosi.
Mr. Sugars felt flush with anger that Steven had dared to walk into his store after he had been banned. Not wanting to make a scene in front of Lilly he continue to move to the back of the counter, all the time glaring at Steven. Steven just stood a couple of feet away from Lilly staring at his wringing hands. When Mr. Sugars got behind the counter he realized that the cup of ice cream he had made for Lilly had dumped over. Mr. Sugars frustrated with the day he was having turned to his attention to Lilly and said, “I must have dumped your ice cream over during all the commotion. Let me get you another”. Lilly turned to face Mr. Sugars and said, “Mr. Sugars, I have been such a nuisance today, please don’t go though any more trouble on my part.” Mr. Sugars glaring at Steven said, “Lilly, YOU have never been a nuisance.” Just give me a quick second to get that for you.” Mr. Sugars turned his attention and body to the back wall that house his ice cream freezer.
Steven the whole time just kept staring at his red hands. Mr. Sugars turned back to give Lilly her ice cream. Lilly trying to figure were to put down her boxes said “Oh let me get your money. I must have put it back into my pocket after I dropped the boxes.” Mr. Sugar expecting Lilly to say this replied “Keep you money Lilly. This one is on the house. He stretched down to put the ice cream into the two fingers that Lilly had free on her left hand. Lilly trying to keep herself from dropping her ice cream said “Mr. Sugars you might be the nicest man in the world.” Seeing the bus out the window waiting for her, Lilly stared for the door and said “My bus! I have to go Mr. Sugars. Thank you again for everything.” As she got to the door she tried to position herself to get her hand on the doorknob. Mr. Sugars was angered that Steven had not moved a inch to help Lilly rushed to the front door. As he passed Steven, Steven looked up at Mr. Sugars. There was a look of grief on his face. Mr. Sugars bushed by Steven and said, “I will deal with you after I help Lilly out.”
Mr. Sugars open the door for Lilly and watched her as she bumped her way out of the shop and towards the bus stop. Before she reached the bus stop Mr. Sugars heard Steven starting to talk from behind him. Mr. Sugars had noticed that while he was helping Lilly out the door Steven had move right in front of the counter. Steven unable to face Mr. Sugars looked back down to his wringing hands as he said, “M…M...Mr. Sugars…..I…I…I need to talk to you. It’s about the candy. I just wanted to…I just wanted to tell you…” Mr. Sugars, afraid that looking at Steven who might make him even angrier than he was, looked towards the counter top. What he saw there just outraged him even more. There on the counter was the jar of ‘Drippity Droppity Double Dense Dutch Chocolate Bars’. Not ten minutes ago Mr. Sugars had filled it. Now it was less that half full.