The International Cartoonist Conspiracy, Big Time Attic, and Altered Esthetics Gallery in Minneapolis are staging Big Funny, a month-long wake celebrating the endangered medium known as “newspaper comics.” They have produced a full-size, full-color Sunday Funnies and loads of collateral art.
There will also be a vintage cigarette machine stocked with mini-comics. I will be contributing the three *highly-collectible* Uncles minis whose covers appear above. (Your spare change will help to buy meagre portions of Artist Chow for unnamed starving cartoonists and gallery owners who aren’t me. I get paid in mini-comics, which pretty much rules!)
The opening reception is Friday, August 7 from 7:00-11:00 at Altered Esthetics, 1224 Quincy Street NE, Minneapolis, MN 55413, 612.378.8888. Please bring your checkbook and a pocket full of quarters!
Often it’s the insensitive oafs who just take something and start plodding forward, unaware of all the things that could go wrong.
—David Allen, Getting Things Done
Starting June 1, I will write a novel a month for a year and blog about the experience, with able assistance from illustrator and animator Mozhi.
I will start with a plot suggested by my three-year-old daughter, who told me a story one evening about a family of mechanically-inclined trolls who travel to our house each night in cars and buses, break in using wrenches, ladders and WD-40, and subject us to a series of complicated practical jokes.
The second plot is based upon a dream in which my long-estranged great uncle demands to meet me at a Pismo Beach-themed restaurant and hands over a fifty-year-old postcard in which the anonymous sender promises to kill him in exactly fifty years. This is the first I have heard of it. He seems to think I will be able to help.
In the third plot, the entire U.S. intelligence establishment is outsourced to a reality show.
My hope is that I may have absorbed some useful habits of mind from National Novel Writing Month, Getting Things Done, Agile software development and Harold Lloyd films. Failing that, I may have to fall back on my rich store of oafish insensitivity.