Gone fishin'.

There'll be total blog silence until late September on accounts of my nuptials next week and resulting honeymoon. If three weeks in Bali don't make me go bamboo, I should have a buncha sketchbook stuff to post upon my return. Until then, here's another illo for the next issue of Colorlines.

My spot in comic's pantheon is sealed for all eternity!

While livin' up the Comiccon high life in San Diego, I asked Fred Van Lente—fellow Brooklyner and writer of Marvel Adventures IRONMAN and many other rip-roarin' comics—why his doomed doc and I share the same first name: "I needed someone Vietnamese and yours was the only one I could spell." Yeeesss!!!

SDCC: I hardly knew ye.

Over a week's past since the mecca of geek pop culture celebration, and I'm still recovering. This perfect summary of trying to be noticed on the gargantuan convention floor is brought to you by Tammy Stellanova, fellow comic self-publisher and goldfish cracker-providing small press neighbor:

Seriously: could/would you edit something that looked like THIS?

Just had a fantastic meeting with my editor and, thankfully, she CAN and WILL. This bodes well for me staying on schedule with VIETNAMERICA, and a great note to pause on as I head out to Comiccon Wednesday.

And now back to our regular scheduled programming

If you're braving the glorious 4.5 day carnage that is San Diego Comiccon next week, find me in Small Press again at table P6. As per tradition, I'll be exhibiting with this bad ass. SDCC is just so ridiculously over-the-top that you can't help getting sucked into its senses-shattering black hole, and it's the closest thing I get to a vacation outside of Le Big Crapple... just me and 1000 of my closest Stormtrooper pals.

These NYC peeps are also making the cross-country trek so be sure to check them out at SDCC, too: Indie Spinner Rack, Comic Book Comics, Johhny Hiro.

Now for something completely different...

I'm getting married next month and, in what can only be explained as a serious lapse in judgement, I decided to make the invitations. Just design and print, no problem, easy job right?! Not if it's two different stocks of tabloid size paper adhesized together and perfectly aligned front/back to trim and make into a tri-fold with the third panel perforated because it's a tear-away RSVP postcard. Repeat 125 times.

I'm a sucker for little DIY projects. If I put half the energy into our marraige as assembling these invites, things should be smooth sailing.

20 June 2008

This is Angela Pancrazio, a Pulitzer prize winning photo journalist and my fiancee's aunt. She passed away early this morning from brain cancer at the age of 51. She lives on through her phenomenal body of work, family, and friends.

Holy Crap! Part II

Following its Eisner nom, POSTCARDS has also been nominated for two 2008 Harvey's: Best Anthology and Excellence in Presentation. Suh-weeeeet!

"Dear editor, is this acceptable 'final' art?"

This is an enormous milestone for me but unintelligible scribblings for everybody else: VIETNAMERICA completely roughed out, first draft, 12 chapters, 256 pages. I'm gonna go celebrate now... with getting back to work.

Another reason why NYC raaawwwkkksss

This weekend's my favorite con/festival of them all: MoCCA! Despite popular belief, it's not because it's in my backyard... well... let's just say that doesn't hurt. Don't blink on your way in our you'll miss me at table B2: