Jamie loves eating his boogers.
He says they are a good source of protein.
His classmates say it's just gross!
Friday, March 17, 2006
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
The Saint of Liberty - Part 8
Mr. Sugars afraid that he longer could not contain his anger stomped his foot which brought Steven’s eyes up from his hands. Mr. Sugars hand shaking in anger and wanting to strike the ungrateful young man, who had broke a month ban to steal more candy, slowly moved up and pointed to the door. Mr. Sugars talking though his teeth just said one word, “OUT!”
Steven had never seen Mr. Sugars in such a state before. Whenever Mr. Sugars was mad at Steven his voice would get really calm and Mr. Sugars would get down on one knee to be eye to eye with Steven. Mr. Sugars would then say some crap about how this was for his own good and how this hurt him just as much as it hurt Steven and so on. The rage in his eyes and redness of Mr. Sugar’s faced terrified Steven forcing him to take a step backwards but then Steven stopped. It had taken Steven a week to get up the courage to say the words that he needed to say to Mr. Sugars. Seeing just how mad Mr. Sugars was, convinced Steven that he had to explain things even more now than ever. Steven searched for some strength.
Before the ban from Mr. Sugars Candy shop he would have eaten three chocolate bars before attempting such a feat. Of course it had been impossible for him to get any chocolate bars for over a week now. He took a step towards Mr. Sugars pleadingly as he said, “M…M…Mr. Sugars. I…I…I just need to tell you…” Mr. Sugars could not take another word. The nerve of this boy, how dare him. Mr. Sugars snapped. In one big step Mr. Sugars grabbed Steven by the shirt and dragged him to the door. As Mr. Sugars opened the door he yelled “I said OUT!” and he threw Steven to the side walk. Steven hit the side walk with a nice thud smacking his left elbow against the wood walkway. A shooting pain moved from Steven’s elbow all the way up to his head. Before Steven even realized what happened Mr. Sugars was already back inside the candy shop. Steven in pain, shamed and embarrassed, started to cry. As the tears ran down his face several of townspeople walked by knowing that the boy had caused his own ruin. (art by the Great Ruben DeLuna)
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Moronism #6
My good friend Ben has brought to my attention that I have been pathetically neglectful on posting. I am sorry. I have no excuse and hope that one day you will be able to forgive me.
That said, I promise to get in three post this week.....
My dear people I present you with Moronism #6:
That said, I promise to get in three post this week.....
My dear people I present you with Moronism #6:
Taking candy from strangers is Bad!
Unless of course the candy is really freaking good.
Friday, March 03, 2006
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Moronism #4
Betty loved to steal all kinds of cool stuff.
The funny thing was so did the Kid that stole her bike!
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
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.
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
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!
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Moronism #2
I present you with Moronism #2:
Jonny loved to start fires,
that was until he burned his house down!
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
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:
(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.)
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.)
Monday, February 13, 2006
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.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
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,
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,
Thursday, February 02, 2006
"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.
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.
Monday, January 30, 2006
There he goes again; Cloud Boy!
The Great Jamie Baker has just reviewed Rhode Montijo's new children's book 'Cloud Boy'. I know that if you been reading this blog lately you have noticed that I have been giving a lot of love to Mr. Montijo! Well he deserves it, Rhode is an incredible artist and I know that this new book will be an instant classic. I have already pre-ordered my copy and suggest that you do also. So go to Amazon.com and get it done.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Let's have a Moronik WonderCon!
Thanks to the Bay Area legend Rhode Montijo, Moronik Comiks will have a booth at WonderCon this year! So if you are in the City on the weekend of February 10 through 12, please come by and say hello, then you can walk over and see Rhode and Jamie's incredible booth.
Anyone that screams "I like Poop!" or "I am a Dirtboy!" at the booth during WonderCon will get a free DirtBoy #1 or BugGirl #1. Can't wait to see you there!
Friday, January 13, 2006
The Nicest Guy in the World; Rhode Montijo!
I officially nominate Rhode Montijo as not only one of the greatest living artist in the Bay Area, but the Nicest Guy in the free world! This man has helped me more than I can ever express. I could say thank you to him from here to forever and would not have said it enough. If ever there was a living saint it is this man! Selfless, helpful and way too kind; this is Rhode!
If you haven't, and even if you have, seen Rhode's work go visit his websites:
http://www.rhodemontijo.com/
http://www.pablosinferno.com/
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
The Saint of Liberty - Part 6
Life is crazy and so am I! As I bang my head with a fury rarely seen against my over inflated ego, I must ask for your sweet forgiveness for not adding a post in a long time. So here it is Part 6 of the story of Sweet Lilly. Enjoy!
Mr. Sugars remembered how for years after Ben’s disappearance, Janet walked though her days in a daze. Mr. Sugars, now knowing Janet so well, knew that even at that young age she had planned out her whole life. It was apparent to Mr. Sugars that a huge part of Janet’s planned life had included her being married to Benjamin Packard. With Big Dumb Ben’s mysterious disappearance Janet’s dream life had come crashing down around her. It wasn’t for over ten years until she accepted that Ben was never coming back. It was at that time, after Janet had taken inventory of all the available men of Liberty that she settled to be Mrs. Sugars.
When all was said in done Mr. Sugars didn’t know what hit him. Not three months after Janet asked him out on their first date, they were married and the Philips family had given him the building he was now standing in and a huge chunk of start up money to do whatever he wished. Helen’s father stopped talking to Mr. Sugar’s upon hearing that his son-in-law was taking the hard earned cash he had given the young man to open a candy store. Janet didn’t take the news well either.
Mr. Sugars seeing Lilly did not see Ms. Bates, who was bending down to grab a handful of butterscotch candies, tried to prevent the collision by saying “Watch out there Lilly!” Mr. Sugars warning only made things worse. Ms. Bates wheeling around to see what all the commotion was smacked right in to the boxes Lilly was holding. This sent not only Lilly’s boxes for Jefferson City flying but also sent the bag of Glass horses that Ms. Bates was bringing to the Toy store which was owned Mr. and Mrs. Pearl. All Mr. Sugars saw was flailing arms, flying horses, Butterscotch candy and properly labeled boxes flying every which way. The crash was thunderous. Even though the glass horses were rapped in tissue paper, when they hit the floor, they shattered in to thousands of pieces, sending glass shards everywhere. Ms. Bates ended up on her back with her long hair completely covering her eyes. Lilly was completely covered in the boxes. With flurry Mr. Sugars ran around the counter, help Ms. Bates up and started to remove the boxes that cover Lilly. Ms. Bates followed Mr. Sugars lead trying to extract Lilly from the bottom of the pile.
As Ms. Bates picked up the boxes revealing a no worse for wear Lilly she began to laugh. Mr. Sugars and Lilly befuddled by the laugh look up at Ms. Bates. Ms. Bates seeing the wonderment on their faces showed both Mr. Sugars and Lilly the box that she had just picked up which was labeled and taped shut and said “The ten year old is smart enough to pack her goods in boxes and tape them shut! And what do I do? I just wrap my delicate glass figurines in tissue paper and put them in a bag.” Ms. Bates in fits of laughter continued, “I need to have my head checked.” Lilly seeing the shattered glass stopped stacking the dropped boxes, picked up a broken horse head with one hand and put her other hand to her mouth as she said “Oh, Ms. Bates! Your beautiful glass horses… I am so sorry! Can you forgive me?” Ms. Bates stacking Lilly’s boxes looked directly into Lilly’s eyes and said, “You don’t need to apologize. It was an accident. I bowled you over, right?” Lilly quickly looked away from Ms. Bates’ stare, scanned the room until her eyes found Mr. Sugars broom next to the door. Lilly started to move towards the broom and said “Let me clean this up.” Mr. Sugars stopped Lilly and said “Don’t you even think about! I will get to that later.” Mr. Sugars was pointing to the mess as he noticed Ms. Bates sifting though the broken glass. Ms. Bates seeing that both Lilly and Mr. Sugars were staring at her tried to explain her manic search, “I had created a special silver and glass horse for Mrs. Pearl. I spend so much time on it. I just wanted to look at it, even if it was just pieces. I can’t seem to find any of it. It must have shattered really good.”
Mr. Sugars remembered how for years after Ben’s disappearance, Janet walked though her days in a daze. Mr. Sugars, now knowing Janet so well, knew that even at that young age she had planned out her whole life. It was apparent to Mr. Sugars that a huge part of Janet’s planned life had included her being married to Benjamin Packard. With Big Dumb Ben’s mysterious disappearance Janet’s dream life had come crashing down around her. It wasn’t for over ten years until she accepted that Ben was never coming back. It was at that time, after Janet had taken inventory of all the available men of Liberty that she settled to be Mrs. Sugars.
When all was said in done Mr. Sugars didn’t know what hit him. Not three months after Janet asked him out on their first date, they were married and the Philips family had given him the building he was now standing in and a huge chunk of start up money to do whatever he wished. Helen’s father stopped talking to Mr. Sugar’s upon hearing that his son-in-law was taking the hard earned cash he had given the young man to open a candy store. Janet didn’t take the news well either.
Mr. Sugars seeing Lilly did not see Ms. Bates, who was bending down to grab a handful of butterscotch candies, tried to prevent the collision by saying “Watch out there Lilly!” Mr. Sugars warning only made things worse. Ms. Bates wheeling around to see what all the commotion was smacked right in to the boxes Lilly was holding. This sent not only Lilly’s boxes for Jefferson City flying but also sent the bag of Glass horses that Ms. Bates was bringing to the Toy store which was owned Mr. and Mrs. Pearl. All Mr. Sugars saw was flailing arms, flying horses, Butterscotch candy and properly labeled boxes flying every which way. The crash was thunderous. Even though the glass horses were rapped in tissue paper, when they hit the floor, they shattered in to thousands of pieces, sending glass shards everywhere. Ms. Bates ended up on her back with her long hair completely covering her eyes. Lilly was completely covered in the boxes. With flurry Mr. Sugars ran around the counter, help Ms. Bates up and started to remove the boxes that cover Lilly. Ms. Bates followed Mr. Sugars lead trying to extract Lilly from the bottom of the pile.
As Ms. Bates picked up the boxes revealing a no worse for wear Lilly she began to laugh. Mr. Sugars and Lilly befuddled by the laugh look up at Ms. Bates. Ms. Bates seeing the wonderment on their faces showed both Mr. Sugars and Lilly the box that she had just picked up which was labeled and taped shut and said “The ten year old is smart enough to pack her goods in boxes and tape them shut! And what do I do? I just wrap my delicate glass figurines in tissue paper and put them in a bag.” Ms. Bates in fits of laughter continued, “I need to have my head checked.” Lilly seeing the shattered glass stopped stacking the dropped boxes, picked up a broken horse head with one hand and put her other hand to her mouth as she said “Oh, Ms. Bates! Your beautiful glass horses… I am so sorry! Can you forgive me?” Ms. Bates stacking Lilly’s boxes looked directly into Lilly’s eyes and said, “You don’t need to apologize. It was an accident. I bowled you over, right?” Lilly quickly looked away from Ms. Bates’ stare, scanned the room until her eyes found Mr. Sugars broom next to the door. Lilly started to move towards the broom and said “Let me clean this up.” Mr. Sugars stopped Lilly and said “Don’t you even think about! I will get to that later.” Mr. Sugars was pointing to the mess as he noticed Ms. Bates sifting though the broken glass. Ms. Bates seeing that both Lilly and Mr. Sugars were staring at her tried to explain her manic search, “I had created a special silver and glass horse for Mrs. Pearl. I spend so much time on it. I just wanted to look at it, even if it was just pieces. I can’t seem to find any of it. It must have shattered really good.”
Monday, December 05, 2005
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.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
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.
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
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.
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.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
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.
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.
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