Joan Rivers Red Carpet 2012 Emmy Awards Show

I didn't watch any of the shows that were on television last year, so I didn't watch the Emmy Awards. I did recently watch the entire first season of Louis on Netflix and think he fully deserved the award for best writing. The third episode of season 2 with Joan Rivers made me think of this red carpet idea. It's stupid, but probably not much less stupid than actually turning on a television, and Joan Rivers is great. 

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Zombie Logic Press Joins In World Rhino Day Celebration

World Rhino Day is September 22nd. Depending on whose numbers you believe, there are less than 20,000 rhinos of all species left on planet Earth, and poaching is on a precipitous rise. 

Hangovers and boners? One of the most majestic species on planet Earth hunted to the brink of extinction so some dufus in Asia who drank too much won't have a hangover? That's sick. Poaching must be taken seriously both on the side where the animal is hunted and on the side where the product is purchased. Both have to be considered serious crimes and the criminals prosecuted. 

Last Christmas I wrote a book for a boy I know named Jack who reminded me of a rhinoceros when he was very young because he was energetic, sort of plump and stout, and reminded me in spirit of a charging rhino. We published the book this Spring and it turned out magnificently. Since then I've taken the plight of all species of rhinos very seriously and hope that World Rhino Day Seprember 22nd will raise awareness about this irreplaceable species. You can find out more about our book The Toughskin Rhinoceros Wrangler Company Save the Rhino

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Andrew Davis Made Me Watch Hard Rock Zombies (And I Thank Him)

I really like the style of artist Andrew Davis. He's wry and unique and never goes for the low-hanging fruit. This is a new piece of his Zombie Logic Press is lucky enough to be able to feature. You figure it out.

I don't know what's happening here. Do you?

I met Andrew back in 2005 when he started coming to the bar my brother and I had opened along the Rock River. For the first winter there things were pretty sparse and it was always nice to see him and his friends there. By spring we had become friends and concocted an idea to use the empty bar to do something both of us had always wanted to do: show zombie movies. And Zombie Night was born. The first Tuesday we had 12-15 people there to watch Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things, but by June we were counting over 250 people showing up to watch classics like The Stuff, Troll 2, Hard Rock Zombies, and Riki-Oh:The Story of Ricky. About that time a professional Roller Derby league formed in Rockford (in the bathroom of the bar, actually), and the bar became the home for that. I mention it because Andrew Davis did a series of really great posters for both Rockford Rage Roller Derby and Zombie Night. He tends to be avery low-key about his own work, which is why I'm sort of keen to tell you how good it is. Here's a bad scan of the poster he came up with for Zombie Night.

So, I was super-excited when I learned Mr. Davis was planning an ongoing webcomic titled Demoted. I was further intrigued by the premise: a demon is demoted to Earth and must bear the indignity of working with a dullard he considers beneath him. As well as interact with the most putrid form of low-level scum in the Multiverse... humanity. I think that's what he told me it was about. To me that's what it's about. Unfortunately, there is only one episode of Demoted. 

And I'm going to be a dick and make you go here to read the rest of it.


Demoted #1

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The Psycho Couch

Today we made the final payment on The Psycho Couch. It had been our plan all along to have it in my apartment by football season so I could relax and watch the games and not pace around and yell about my fantasy football teams were killing me. And today we did exactly that.

We saw the Psycho Couch at an antique shop early last summer. I really wanted it right away. I felt an instant connection to the piece, but it remained on the periphery of my consciousness for a long time. It seemed luxurious beyond my spartan sense of home decor. The sole occupant of my living room for most of the time I have lived in this apartment was a weight bench. No television, no soft place to sit, only the weight bench and an old bar I used to stand up while I draw write, or organize my paperwork. I even write a poem about it and Jenny did an illustration to accompany the poem. 

You'll have to click the drawing to enlarge it to read the poem, but this actual size for one of Jenny's Tiny Drawings. 

This afternoon we dropped the kids off at their grandparents and went to make the final payment on the Psycho Couch. It was now up to us to lug this monster up the precarious flight of stairs that lead to my apartment. Fortunately, the eccentric Dutchman who owns the antique shop agreed to put the couch in his van and drive it to the apartment, but steadfastly refused to help schlep it up the stairs. Instead, he referred to Jenny as "strong like bull." It was a comment many women would have taken offense to, but to Jenny it was taken as a compliment. And is true.

We humped it up the stairs with less difficulty than we had imagined, and with a couple of enthusiastic pushes coaxed it into the apartment.

Just try to imagine me on this couch this football season trying to relax while some ding-dong wide receiver ruins my life. 

Tonight I watched the New York football Giants play the Dallas Cowboys in an American football match. The first of the NFL season. Ahmad Bradshaw scored a touchdown just for me and a lot of other players didn't do much of anything I cared about.

Life is good. 

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