BugGirl and DirtBoy issue 2s are for sale at shop.moronik.com

You can now buy the new issues of DirtBoy and BugGirl online.
These come with free shipping.

DirtBoy #2 and BugGirl #2 are out!

I should have posted this a couple of weeks ago, but I have been crazy lately.
So go check your comicbook store. I will soon have them up on the moronik store if you can't find them at your local store.

The Saint of Liberty - Part 5

As Mr. Jenson reached the bank he tried to maintain his anger. Mr. Jenson knew that Steven was just like his father. Jack Spazcosi’s laziness had ruined his last chance to say goodbye to his mother. Steven Spazcosi’s laziness had ruined his wonderful meeting with Lilly Watson. Mr. Jenson did find solace in the stark contrast between the two children; Lilly Watson and Steven Spazcosi. One was well groomed, well spoken and did nothing but good for the town of Liberty. The other wore ratty clothes, didn’t have the common courtesy to say excuse me and in Mr. Jenson’s mind had never done anything for anyone but himself. Mr. Jenson had heard the old adage ‘Don’t judge a book by the cover’, way too many times, but this was a typical example of how untrue that axiom was. Mr. Jenson straightened his tie and tried his hardest to supplant the thoughts of the Spazcosi’s with the remembrance of lovely Lilly Watson. It wasn’t working but he pretended that it was. He put on a huge fake smile and walked though the bank’s front door.

Lilly Watson would always treat herself to a sweet on the bus ride to Jefferson City. Depending on her mood she would either get an ice cream at Mr. Sugars or a bear claw pastry at ABC bakery. Lilly for the most part would alternate every week between the two. Once in a blue moon during the summer Lilly would get fresh strawberries at the simple plywood fruit stand that the Johnson’s had build on the empty lot where the voluntary fire station had burned down. When Mr. Sugars saw that Lilly was coming to his shop he was very ecstatic. This was two weeks in a row. Mr. Sugars felt a little bad that he wasn’t able to say proper goodbye to Mr. Jenson but he really wanted to make sure that he had Lilly’s ice cream ready so that she didn’t miss the bus.
As he finished putting the chocolate sprinkles onto the two scoops of chocolate chip ice cream, he looked up to see Lilly bump on into the store. Mr. Sugars wondered once again how this little girl could see where she was going though with the precariously stacked boxes in her arms. Mr. Sugars suddenly realized that Lilly was heading straight for an unexpected Ms. Bates. Ms. Bates always came into the store after her lunch to grab butterscotch candy. Mr. Sugars was a married man but he often thought if he wasn’t, Ms. Bates would be the type of woman that he would court. Ms. Bates was a little overweight, but Mr. Sugars really didn’t care. She was smart, fun loving, independent and she loved his candy. These were important qualities in a woman, but what made Ms. Bates even more special was that she was an artist. The made wonderful thinks out of glass, everything from vases to bowls to glass figurines.
Mr. Sugars loved his wife. He would never leave her for another woman, divorce just wasn’t done in Liberty, but sometimes his mind would wander. He would think about how his life might have been different if he would have never got caught up in the tornado that was his wife. Janet’s family for the most part owned the whole town. Jonah Philips, Janet’s great grand father, was co-founder of the Liberty. He and Thomas Johnson Sr. had established Liberty as a supply town over 100 years ago. The Philips had always carried an air of superiority, even when Janet and Mr. Sugars were kids; she acted as if she owned the town. A fact that was indirectly true. Back then Janet never gave a second look at the young Mr. Sugars. He was the son of the local miller and she had been in love with Benjamin Packard. Big Dumb Ben as Mr. Sugars use to call him in school was everything that a school girl could want. He was popular, athletic and good looking. Mr. Sugars remembered being the brunt of many of Ben’s Jokes and pranks though out school, that was until he went missing.

Saint of Liberty - Part 4

Part Four of Saint of Liberty.

Even though it was a quarter past seven at night Mr. Jenson had called Jack. His car had to be serviced before his trip. Jack, who was in the middle of dinner, asked if he could call him back after dinner. Mr. Jenson told him that the situation could not wait and told him of the dire shape that his mother was in and the urgency at which he needed his car serviced. Jack informed Mr. Jenson that it would be impossible for him to work on the car due to the fact that the air filter had yet to be delivered and that he wasn’t expecting it to arrive until late tomorrow. Mr. Jenson was mortified to hear Jack suggest that he not worry about the service and just drive up anyway. Mr. Jenson knew that Jack had the parts and was just being lazy. He demanded that Jack work on the car tonight. Jack once again reiterated that without the parts there would be no reason to service the car. He told Mr. Jenson that he would be willing to move around his schedule so that he could work on Mr. Jenson car as soon as the parts came in tomorrow. Mr. Jensen knowing that his mother surely had little time left on this planet began to panic. Unable to talk, he slammed the phone receiver into the cradle smashing the delicate French eighteenth century side table that the phone was on.
He sat on the floor for over an hour not knowing what to do. His wife pleaded with him to just get in the car where she had already buckled up the children. He just sat there with his hands in his face, perplexed. All he could repeat was ‘what if the car breaks down? What if the car breaks down?’ The phone, now having found a new home on the floor of the hallway rang with a call from Mr. Jenson’s sister Helen. Helen wanted to make sure that the Jenson’s were on their way. Mother’s condition was getting worse. Mr. Jenson hearing the news grabbed the keys and ran to the car where his children had been waiting for the last hour. Susan Ann the youngest of the three Jenson children was already fast asleep and was excused from hearing her father repeat for two hours ‘What if the car breaks down?’.
Mr. Jenson’s babbling was finally put to an end by the huge bang that came from the front right tire. Mr. Jenson, going well over the speed limit, snapped out of his paranoid trance just in time to manhandle the car that was now being pulled off the road. He avoid smashing into the old pine tree that was the cars original target, but he was unable to stop the car from going though a very fine white horse fence. It took Mr. Jenson a good hour to change the tire and find and pay the owner of the fence for the damage his car had done. When he and the family were back on the road Mr. Jenson’s wife started to list a litany of things that could have popped their tire. Mr. Jenson knew that this was a waste of his wife’s time and energy. He knew why the tire had blown. It was obvious. The tire blew because the car wasn’t serviced. Mr. Jenson had read in popular mechanics that not only did lack of air pressure in a tire cause a car to get bad gas mileage but also forced the tire to wear faster. He started to debate if Jack had checked his tire pressure at the last service. It was perfectly clear to him that Jack Spazcosi’ laziness was the reason that his tire had blown almost killing his family and stealing the little precious moments that he had left to see his mother alive.
Mr. Jenson pulled up to his mother’s house, jumped out of his car and ran to the front door. As he reached the door he was greeted by his sister, who was in tears. Mr. Jenson fell to his knees as his sister Helen told him that his mother had died not five minute prior.

The Saint of Liberty - Part 3

This is part three of 'The Saint of Liberty.' If you have yet to read the prior postings of 'The Saint of Liberty' Please do. Enjoy:


Mr. Jenson looked up to see where the bus was, just as Lilly reached the door. She was struggling to open the door with the thumb and forefinger of her left hand all the time trying to keep the huge stack of boxes balanced. She was only able to open the door maybe six inches before the door slipped from her fingers and closed shut. She immediately tried again to open the door. Mr. Jenson went to open the door when Lilly dropped a small box that was on the very top of the stack. Mr. Jenson quickly changed direction to pick up the box and set it back on top of the stack. He noticed that every box was labeled with Lilly’s prefect penmanship. Mr. Jensen chuckled again and said out loud, “and efficient too!” As he adjusted the small box labeled ‘watch’. Lilly hearing Mr. Jenson crammed her head around the boxes to look up at Mr. Jenson as she sweetly said, “Oh Mr. Jenson, I didn’t see you there. How are you today sir?” Mr. Jenson moved to the door and opened it and said “I am even better seeing your shining face Lilly”. Lilly seeing the door open, tried to curtsy as she said “Thank you sooooo much Mr. Jenson” and moved towards the opening. Lilly trying to squeeze through the opening bumped into Mr. Jenson and though the door of Mr. Sugars Candy store. Mr. Jenson with a huge smile feeling that he has been blessed to spend the smallest time with such a wonderful child replied, “It is my pleasure Lilly!” as she continued to bump her way into the store.
Mr. Jenson turned and walked towards the bank knowing that this small exchange had made his life richer. His mind occupied on the wonder that was Lilly Watson prevented him from seeing Little Steven Spazcosi who was staring through the candy store window. Mr. Jenson at the last moment jumped to the left to avoid tripping over Steven. Mr. Jenson not wanting to have his moment with Lilly ruined tried to ignore that he ever saw the Spazcosi punk. Mr. Jenson never liked Steven. Not only was Steven the son of Jack Spazcosi the local mechanic, Steven had the same rail thin, stained t-shirt, old worn tennis shoe, white trash look to him as did his father. To Mr. Jenson appearance was everything. There was no reason not to be and look the best one could. What would people think if they came to his bank and saw him in wrinkled dirty clothes? Who would want to do business with a man like that?
Mr. Jenson had other reasons not to like Jack Spazcosi. Jack had been his mechanic until three winters ago. Mr. Jenson mother up in Watits County had been struck by another case of pneumonia. Mr. Jenson’s sister Helen had phoned him to say that Mother was on her death bed and surely this was IT. Hearing of the condition of his mother he knew he had to leave immediately to be by her side at this woeful time. The one problem was that his car was in need of a tune up. Mr. Jenson always took his car in for standard tune ups every three thousand miles or three months, whichever came first. He had an appointment to have the car service by Jack in two days. With his average daily mileage he put on his car he knew that would put him right at his next three thousand mile service. The problem was that his dying mother lived way up in Watits County that was at the very tip of the state more than three hundred miles away. He knew that there was no way that he could take that trip without his car being serviced.

The Saint of Liberty - Part 2

Every Tuesday and Thrursday I will be posting new sections of "The Saint of Liberty". Here is part two. Please go read Part one first if you have not.

Enjoy!

The Saint of Liberty - Part 2

It was Lilly taking her generous nature to other towns that really galvanized her divine image with the good people of Liberty. See Lilly truly was an ambassador of sorts. All month long Lilly would collect any and everything that the town of Liberty could spare. She would then, every second Wednesday, take the forty five minute bus ride into Jefferson City and give these softly worn items to the less fortunate. Lilly was everything good about the town of Liberty. She showed it in the way she talked, dressed and most importantly the way she acted. Many felt that she was living proof that a town could fight against the moral decay and selfish non-caring mindset that was prevalent today. Many of Liberty would swear that she emulated a feeling of good. Lilly was not only the prefect citizen but a living angel.

In early October, Liberty was enjoying the wonderful weather that the old folks often called an Indian summer. Mr. Sugars was washing the front windows of his Candy store that had been dirtied up by little Steven Spazcosi earlier that day. Mr. Sugars loved kids, yet he knew that they all weren't perfect. Some had yet to learn to listen to that little voice inside that warned them what they shouldn't do. Little Steven was a wonderful example of such a kid. Steven was a good kid but his love for Mr. Sugars ‘Drippity Droppity Double Dense Dutch Chocolate Bars’ had forced Steven to not listen to that little voice. This was the reason why Mr. Sugars had to ban Steven from his store. It broke both of their hearts but Mr. Sugars had to help Steven stop stealing for his own good. The month ban was that second such ban that Mr. Sugars had to impose on Steven. What hurt Mr. Sugars the most was he thought of Steven as his own Grandchild. No one in town loved candy like him and Steven. They were kindred spirits in this.
Now Mr. Sugars never had seen Steven steal form his store, but Steven was the only one it could be. See, every time candy was missing from his store, Steven had been there. The only candies that went "missing" were the "Drippity Droppity Double Dense Dutch Chocolate Bars", Steven's favorite. Mr. Sugars was positive that it couldn't have been anyone else. This is why Mr. Sugars banned his best customer. What had made it even harder on Mr. Sugars was that Steven refused to stay away from the store. Even though he had been banned from the store, he spent hours just staring in though the window. Steven had spent almost an hour earlier in the day looking though this window. He just stood there and watched as Mr. Sugars made lemon gumdrops. It was then that Steven had left the sticky finger prints that Mr. Sugars was now cleaning up.
Mr. Sugars knew that Steven was a good kid that just needed some tough love to find the straight and narrow. "Not every kid could be Lilly Watson!" Mr. Sugars said to himself as he finished the window and started to clean the door handle that Steven had grabbed right before he left. The sun reflected off something down the street and shined into Mr. Sugar's eyes forcing him to look up at the slowly approaching bus. He chuckled as he saw Sweet Lilly Watson not a block away walking towards his store with her arms full of boxes. Boxes of needed things that he knew were in route to Jefferson City. "Speak of the devil." Fell out of his mouth as he saw Lilly trying to transverse the Main St. sidewalk with it's, sandwich board signs, poorly parked kids bikes in front of Ms. Pearl's Toy store and noon crowd rushing to stand in line at Anna's Cafe. With each step Lilly took extra care to keep the precariously stacked boxes from falling. A happily shocked Mr. Sugars grabbed Mr. Jenson who was walking back to the bank with his egg salad sandwich that he ordered every Wednesday said while pointing down the sidewalk at Lilly, "That stack of boxes gets bigger each month. They are taller than she is." Mr. Jenson turning to see Lilly approaching said "How can she even see where she is going?" Mr. Sugars opening the door to his shop replied to Mr. Jenson, "She is an amazing child. I am going to get ice cream ready. I just saw the bus, she best hurry up or she'll miss it." Mr. Jenson just got off "Hank will wait for her!" as the door shut. Mr. Jenson checked his prized possession the gold pocket watch his grandfather had given him the day he went off to college. Eight minutes after twelve. The bus must have been a little early.

The Saint of Liberty - Part 1

I have been writing like nobody's business lately which is a big reason I haven't done much on the Blog. I will start posting excerpts from my current story.

Here is the first:

Set in amongst giant redwoods is the quaint old Victorian town called Liberty. This town called Liberty looks much like it did eighty years ago. If it were not for the automobiles, street lights and telephone poles, one would swear that they had been transported to another time. The people of Liberty cherished that their little haven had done well at staving off the ills of modern society. They were proud to have a place that was filled with values that the rest of the country had turn their backs on. Yes it was always a challenge keeping children from being possessed with modern things like TV, but the whole town had worked together to keep the young folks of Liberty in line. Sure there were some kids that needed extra help, but the town was up to the challenge. One child that no one had to worry about was sweet Lilly Watson. Lilly's caring selflessness had made her an example of all that was good about Liberty. If ask to describe her one would have to say she was average. From her mousy brown hair and chocolate brown eyes there really wasn't one thing about her that stood out. She was just a normal looking young girl barely the age of ten. What made Lilly stand out was, as so many of the townspeople swore, she was truly a saint. She was the pride of Liberty; she had stolen the hearts of the whole town.
Lilly's accomplishments were many. Not only did Lilly help Fred Tucket at the animal shelter whenever she could, she also helped Mrs. Fatters with her garden. Mrs. Fatters had broke her hip a year to the day that old man Fatters died in his sleep. Since, she had troubles doing every thing that need to be done in her garden. The death of Mr. Fatters ended the little extra income that he had earned working at the towns Fireman's Museum. The Fatters had depended on that money to supplement their fixed income. Quickly after the death of her loving husband Mrs. Fatters realized she was in trouble. After several days of racking her brain she came to a conclusion, a garden. She would make the biggest garden her land would permit. She cried as she ripped out the rose garden. That was the hardest part. She then turned every square inch of her yard in to a garden, just as many had done during world war two. They had called them victory gardens. She canned as much as possible for the winter and sell any unused vegetables to the local market. She started to make strawberry preserves and selling them also. The garden had given her a feel of power she had never known while Mr. Fatters was alive. The garden that first year had saved her from certain ruin. Sure some days she would long for the roses that she had to rip out, but in the long run it had been worth it.
That first year Mrs. Fatters saved and made more money that Mr. Fatters had made the last year he was alive working at the museum. She found a new life at eighty, and then she broke her hip. One morning while Mrs. Fatters was still bed ridden Lilly came and offered her services. Mrs. Fatters offered a share of the profits but Lilly wouldn't have it. Lilly worked with Mrs. Fatters on her garden from March till October. She helped Mrs. Fatter do all the things that age and an achy hip had prevented her from doing. A mantra became common place in the wake of Mrs. Flatters as she walked downtown. Even the children started to copy what the people of Liberty had been saying for over a year now, "If it wasn't for sweet Lilly Watson, I don't think Mrs. Fatters would be with us any more." Some just started to say, "Lilly Watson, the saint of Liberty"'.

Fest come and go, and I just keep smiling!

I have been pathetically bad at posting for the last month. I hope you can forgive me, it has just been pretty crazy lately. On the weekend of the 23 through 26, the RockThrower played three times at the Orinda International Film Festival. All three showings were packed out. The two kids showing, Thursday afternoon and Saturday morning were crazy pack with kids sitting on the floor because there was no room left. The people of Orinda were great and very receptive to my film. Talk about a well ran festival.

Speaking of festivals 'The RockThrower' has been excepted into two more festivals.

The Annapolis Film Festival and Alameda International Film Festival. The Annapolis Film Festival is November 11 through 14. http://www.annapolisfilmfestival.com

The Alameda International Film Festival will show 'the RockThrower' during the kids screenings on every weekend from 15th of October to the 6th of November. http://www.alamedafilmfest.com

DirtBoy #1 review on Silverbulletcomicbooks.com

We recieved a great review from Silver Bullet comic books.com today. I have had a lot of reviews on this book and a bunch that raved more about the book. But this reviewer Shawn Manning is one of the first to get the idea of we are all Bad Kids.
http://www.silverbulletcomicbooks.com/reviews/11256571458349.htm
He wrote:

"George M. Dondero has taken several archetypes for “bad kids” (another series stars "Bug Girl") and turned them into outsider superheroes. It’s a concept that works because we recognize these kids, we can pin names on them from our own experience. "

The comics are to not point fingers at Bad Kids but say 'hey we are all Bad Kids or we had friends that were'. I want to show that there is nothing wrong with it but you better wake up or bad stuff will happen to you, like I write about in these books.

DirtBoy #1 and BugGirl #1 Hit stores on the West Coast!

DirtBoy #1 and BugGirl #1 have been spotted in a comicbook store in San Francisco! Which is pretty nice that the City I was born in is the first city I know to have my comics. The funny thing about the spotting was that my spy (AKA Colin Adams) said that the books were in only for 18 and older bags. I found that this was strange since I have written "for all ages" on every piece of PR on the books. Colin asked why the books were carrying the warning and the store owner said that she had yet to read them but thought they were adult content by there covers. Once again, Please don't judge a comic book by it's cover.

Chicago children's Film Festival puts The RockThrower on there hit list!

I received this email this weekend:

"Dear George Dondero,Thank you for submitting to the 2005 Chicago International Children's Film Festival (CICFF). For this, our 22nd annual festival, we're pleased to inform you that RockThrower, The is among the 220 films selected for screening. We're featuring a number of never-before-seen films and exclusive retrospectives. It's going to be a very special event and we hope you can join us. The Festival will beheld October 21-31 in Chicago at Facets Cinema Multi-Media, the Vittum Theater, and AMC City North 14 Theaters."

Deidre Searcy -
Director of Programming -
Chicago International Children's Film Festival

I love getting these emails. This one is really nice not to lessen the others, but Chicago International Children's Film Festival is the biggest kids fest in the Americas. Children's Film Festivals are my favorites because kids are the main audiance. I being as I make these films for kids, it is a great fit.

DirtBoy Issue #3 is not Fin, in finished!

Colin and I have been discussing our complete dislike for English speaking or writing people that use foreign languages at the end of a movie, book or whatever. It feels real fake or just plan pompous! I also take issue with people that use other languages to make things more that what they are. In the wine industry this is common practice. Many wineries are named crazy funky French names even though the winery owners are not of French origin or located in France. You see it in every aspect of our lives. Before you say 'well are you not the guy that named his kids Dante and Tazio.' Yes I am, but I am over half Italian and I think it is important that first names work well with the last name.

Anyway I am just writing to say that we have finished issue #3 of DirtBoy and it has a great look and story. I know that you will enjoy it.

Dante loves the 'BOB'!

Dante Leo Elmo Dondero, co-creative genius behind Moronik Industries with his brother Tazio, has created a homage to one of his greatest inspirations 'Sponge Bob'! Long have Dante and Tazio looked at the brilliance of the 'BOB' in awe. Dante finding the muse to express his love has put crayon to paper and created for you this: The 'BOB'! He hope this will inspire you to pay similar reverence. Dante's father, AKA 'Dad', has asked those who wish to honor the 'BOB' to "Do it with pen, crayon, clay and paper. Please refrain from using monetary methods. Nickelodeon has made way to much cash off that sponge! Spend your hard earned cash on yet discovered Icons! This way you can say 'Oh, I was in to that way before anyone.'" Dante's father suggest the following sites to dump your cash into:

The Great Rhode - http://www.pablosinferno.com/goodies.html
The Disturbing Aubrey - http://www.aubreyankrum.com/
The Font King Robot Johnny - http://www.robotjohnny.com/
The Way Toooo Pretty RustBoy - http://www.rustboy.com
The always Entertaining B. McCabe - http://www.majesticlaboratories.com/
And Don't Forget the Master Moron - https://www.shop.moronik.com/

BugGirl part one is a wrap!

Ruben has finished the art on issue #3. This is the end of the first chapter of Selma the BugGirl's Saga. We will eventually go back to tell more of her story but now Ruben has started working on the concept art to a yet unnamed story about a group of back kids that terrorize a town for a summer.

A Fist Full of Fest!

Well what can I say, I'm still recovering from the sensory overload that was Comic-Con. While I was at the Convention peddling my wares, I was notified that the RockThrower has been excepted into five festivals: Orinda International Film Festival, Big Bear Lake Film Festival, Rhode Island International Film Festival, Rome International Animation Film Festival, and Memphis Mini film Festival.

So I guess I got that going for me. This festivals set the grand total up to thirty film festivals so far.

http://www.orindafilmfestival.org
http://www.RIFilmFest.org
http://www.bigbearlakefilmfestival.com/
http://www.riff.tv

The House wins at Tahoe/Reno International Film Festival

Another festival for the RockThrower! This will be the 24th Film Festival on the RockThrower's rough and wild ride though the festival circuit so far. Located in beautiful Lake Tahoe, this festival is put together by the very entertaining Katrina Wilson. http://www.t-riff.org

Image it, you could go there, watch my film and then gamble the night away in South Lake Tahoe. Talk about big fun!

ps - Moronik Industries is not encouraging you to gamble and is not responsible for any loss of money that may incur. If you do feel that your gambling addiction is totally out of control not unlike the gambling addiction my little sister Stella has, please, we at Moronik Industries beg you to get help. You don't want to be stuck living with Mom for the rest of your life because you can't afford rent. But if you do feel that your gambling addiction is under control , feel free to gamble away all your disposable income. Those casinos up in Tahoe have been taking a big hit from Indian gaming lately and could really use your money.

Comic-Con here we come!

It is official Moronik Comiks will have a booth at Comic-Con. After weeks of being on the waiting list we have been informed that they have room for us. The short notice has made life a little crazy but it is more that worth it to have not only a film playing at Comic-Con's first film fest, but also a booth there. I had applied in March for a space but being as everyone wants to have a space at Comic-Con they were totally booked. The only bad news is that Colin, the artist for DirtBoy, will not be going to make it. Luckily Ruben, the artist for BugGirl, will. It is going to be a wild ride and we are ready for the trip! If you are going to be in San Diego for Comic-Con please stop by the Booth!

Comic-Con
http://www.comic-con.org/

Film Festival schedule
http://www.comic-con.org/cci/cci_iff_sat.shtml#sat

The Death of Wiggly Tooth AKA Fang

The creative genius behind Moronik Industries Dante Leo Elmo Dondero loses his first tooth. Dante three months shy of six years old, who lately has been going by the nickname Sharkboy, has after a huge battle with his 'Wiggly Tooth' finally become victorious. 'Wiggly Tooth' who for the last week had made the simple act of eating close to impossible was laid to rest last night and taken to the great tooth resting place in the sky. The benevolent Tooth Fairy not only ate the chocolate ice cream that Dante had left as payment for safe voyage for 'Wiggly Tooth' but also left cold hard cash! 'Wiggly Tooth' who for five years had been a faithful companion of Dante's had last week started complaining of the lack of space due to the encroachment of 'Adult tooth #1' (aka Biggy). When Wiggly Tooth's demands to stop any further loss of space were not meet, Wiggly Tooth decided his only means of actions were those of defiant force! 'Wiggly Tooth' changed his name to 'Fang' for he no longer wanted to go by a name given to him by Dante who had now turned a blind eye to the 'Fang's' needs and issues. Fang also created the 'Baby Tooth Liberation Army' which terrorized Dante's mouth for the good part of a week. In the the end the naming of the BTLA confused many of the remaining baby teeth and prevented Fang from gaining any real support. Baby tooth #7 (aka - BT7) stated "Fang got all crazy at the end. He was all saying 'join my liberation army! You could be next.' Man I liked Fang. He was a good friend, but I like were I am. I don't want to be liberated. That's just crazy talk."

The final moments came quick for Fang who was just holding on by a thread. With one swift yank came the end of both Fang and the BTLA. Dante is saddened that such a great friendship had to end this way but wishes everyone to remember his for the good times not the bad.

Fangs Last Stand:
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The RockThrower at the Napa Wine Country Film Festival

The RockThrower has been accepted to be screened at the Wine Country Film Festival. It will screen on the 29 at Copia and the 31 at the Yountville community center.
http://www.winecountryfilmfest.com/

Best Animated Short - OC Film Festival

The RockThrower Wins "Best Animated Short - 2005" At the OC Film Festival!
They even sent me a trophy. Ain't it tooooo cool.

I once won a trophy for Basketball but the only think that I did for that team was keep the bench warm and that was in junior high.

So this is the first trophy I earned!

DirtBoy #2: Done!

Colin and I have finished Issue number two and he has already started storyboarding out the issue #3 script that I wrote. DirtBoy Issue #2 is just as good as Issue #1 if not better. Issue #2 has a lot more story and is just as funny. Colin has created some incredible art.

DirtBoy issue two is in the can an it looks incredible!
here is a little sample:
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The RockThrower is selected to Gen Art’s Ignite Festival on July 16!

We are happy to be selected to San Francisco's Gen Art's Ignite Festival on July 16. Each year Gen Art showcases many of the best emerging independent films in high-profile film festivals & other programs. Gen Art invites rising independent North American filmmakers to participate in these programs which draw a high profile audience including tastemakers, film industry members, press and celebrities.

The RockThrower at the Comic-Con Film Festival!

We have just received notice that the RockThrower will be screened at Comic-Con. This is great news especially since we have been told recently that Comic-con is over booked and that we might not get the booth we reserved in March. It is good to know at least some part of Moronik Industries will be there!

THE ROCKTHROWER
SATURDAY, JULY 16
3:40-4:00pm
ROOM 26AB (in the new portion of the Convention Center, on the top floor, above HALL H, at the SOUTH END of the building)

New Sparky T-shirt: Pyro!

Colin has created a new Sparky T-shirt design and I have already made the screen.
I should have them up on the moronik store site my today or tomorrow.
http://shop.moronik.com
They look freaking sweet.
Take a look;
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BugGirl Issue #2 is in the can!

Ruben and I have finished Issue number two and he has already started storyboarding out the issue #3 script that I wrote. I have always like BugGirl #1, but the story and art of issue #2 is just so much better. I wrote the books so that Selma's (BugGirl) journey would climax at the end of #3, getting weirder and darker as we go. Looking at issue 2 it is just right where I want it to be. It is just a little strange when you strive for something and it comes out just how you want, if not better.

BugGirl issue two is in the can an it looks incredible!
here is a little sample:
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Moronik Shtuff!

Moronik Comiks has been picked up by Diamond Distribution!
Both DirtBoy #1 and BugGirl #1 will be in the July preview and on the store shelves in September.