Comics, Remora, & Dreams

I actually started drawing Lost Kisses #25 today.  According to my records it’s been waiting for me to draw it for a year & a half now.  We’ll see how long it takes me to do it.  Two of my goals for 2013 are to finish up the time travel story arc for Lost Kisses & the “Her” story arc for Ultimate Lost Kisses.  I wrote down the rough story notes for writing the rest of ULK.  Here’s what I got:
ULK 15 – Second Pregnancy – Age 27
ULK 16 – Wedding – Age 26
ULK 17 – Husband – Age 45
ULK 18 – Daughter – Age 52
ULK 19 – Saving Son – Age 34
ULK 20 – Death Bed – Age 95
Not too in depth or revealing to anyone but me.  Now I just need to find six artists I want to work on it that would be able to get things done in a timely manner.

In other comic news, I’m going to be working up an experimental sci-fi poetry comic with Eric Shonborn (he drew Monthly for me, which is one of my favorite one of my books).  We’ll see how long it takes me to get the script worked out.  My plan is to have a comic that appeals to 4 groups of people as opposed to my normal ones that appeal to one group of people.

Here’s a new craptastic Remora song & video.

Last Night’s Dream:
I’m working in the Continental bag room at the airport for the originators.  Whoever closed last night left the radios turned on, so I can’t call anybody to find out what’s going on.  They also left the ignitions switched to on for the tractors so the batteries drained & they won’t start.  In their infinite wisdom, the ticket agents check-in four surfboards for passengers on an express jet & the cargo bays aren’t even big enough to fit one.  I call operations on the phone to try to get them to send someone down to pick up the luggage since the tractors aren’t working & to get in touch with a competent ticket agent to re-route the surfboards.

I’m with my girlfriend at the movie theater.  We’ve been hopping from theater to theater trying to find a movie that doesn’t suck, but nothing’s holding our interest.  I’ve been drinking & when I go to the bathroom I notice I’m just wearing my socks.  I must’ve taken my shoes off in one of the theaters, but I have no idea which one.  Crap.

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