I’m still alive!
I’ve gotten some concerned emails from people asking what’s up, noticing I haven’t blogged as much or visited my usual internet haunts, or been on messenger lately. Nothing is wrong, I’m just busy! Beyond having about.. oh, 400 and counting Will Draw Anythings to do, my main job has been working on things with the Flobots, and has expanded beyond just drawing comics, as they’ve hired me on to take care of some other things behind the scenes to help out, and I’m more than happy about that.
Sunday, I’m heading down to Washington DC with my wife to meetup with the band again, just to hang, see a show, plot future plans perhaps… I’m working on something behind the scenes that’s going to take awhile, but i’m very happy about it. The character designs are just…. FUN. I’ve sort of learned my lesson, and this is going to be something I have a bigger stake and ownership in, and we’re going to go beyond just the comic market, and also do actual GOOD THINGS with it, be it supporting children’s hospitals or homes, to other worthy charities. I’d also like to get something together that supports our troops overseas. There should be some new official shirt designs coming out with my work on it, and my art is also ALL OVER the new Flobots RISE video that’s coming sometime this month I believe. I’ve seen a sneak peek and man… it’s just awesome. I can’t begin to again say how surreal this season has been…. ups and downs, and very downs, but back on top of the world now. This is the start of something new, and better…
If I haven’t responded to personal emails from friends, forgive me, like I said, 400 or so drawings to do and counting! Those have been great fun to do. Sure it’s intimidating thinking of all the stuff stacked up, but I love pushing myself and keeping my brain sharp. All of these happy accidents, from the Flobots, to the WillDraws are making me a better person all around.
If you missed it– the first chapter of the Flobots Comic is done… chapter two is being reworked now with an issue we want to bring to the front, it wasn’t planned yet, but I’m moving it up because it needs to take center stage. I’ll probably launch that in a couple weeks, and try to stick to the M-F updates, of FULL comic pages.
Someday, when I’m dead and gone, please tell your friends and children about how you once knew of a man who drew this much stuff all at once, and never needed sleep… and he could crush bricks with his bare hands.
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good to hear bro. good to hear.
That last page of the Flobot story arc was real nice dude.
Around here, we tell tales of D.J. Coffman in hushed tones and whispers. As legend has it, he comes alone, at night while, while everyone is asleep. How he actually gets in the house, whether it is magic, chicanery or other such trickery, no one is certain. Most people attribute his presence to the wind or a shifting of the foundations of the house, a select few have encountered him and bear the scars.
In the wee hours of sleep, late into the night and when all but the most insomniac malcontents are awake, DJ Coffman slides into your bedroom with the silent grace of a feral cobra.
He stands at the foot of your bed, staring, silently judging your peaceful sleep and feeling envious of your blissful ignorance. With one gnarled hand, disfigured by years of drawings, he reaches out to caress any part of your flesh that may not be covered with a blanket.
His touch feels like wet leather, and his breath smells of “diet tab” as DJ Coffman slowly floats over your bed looking for any sign of the object of his immortal search.
Many are have said to have awoken as DJ hovers above their bed, driven mad by the sight of his horrible countenance and unable to placate his immortal desire.
A lucky few, however, say they have lived to see DJ Coffman in his full form, translucent and horrible as he reached out for them. The lucky few who have lived to tell the tale, managed to barter their lives by holding out two crinkled dollar bills that they had been sleeping on for just such an occasion.
In the retreating darkness, only a few words are heard “I want my two dollars…”
err…bare..not bear..man I suck.
I have seen this apparition, thinking it only a fever dream… Why does he not wear pants tho?