Nowhere Band News

As we often do, Rebecca and I watched another movie we used to like and determined that, well, Tom Hanks is probably happy that people have mostly forgotten his early comedies.

Peanuts fan fiction. Jesus fucking Christ, people. Jesus fucking Christ.

I mean, seriously. Kill this shit with fire.

Wow. If you need me, I’ll be in the corner with a bottle of bourbon and a Bowie knife.

Jim Davis is allowing a Garfield Without Garfield book to be published, and has a sense of humor about the existence of the strip (I suppose it helps that the book will also provide him with assloads of money).  Good for him, I guess.

So, this week Jon learns a harsh lesson that’s surprisingly common, I’m told. I’ve never actually played Guitar Hero or Rock Band (I’d like to, it just never works out), but I’ve had enough guitar-playing friends complain about getting waxed by children that it seems to be a universal right of passage.

Couple of other items:  my old band Red Hay, which provided a bunch of source material for Nowhere Band, got a nice writeup on Tried to Rock, a wonderfully kick-ass site about bands that don’t go anywhere (you can see why the site appeals to me). Go over and check the whole site out, it’s good, good stuff.

And, hopping away from comics and music, Rebecca and I have once again sat down and tried to decide whether another beloved movie stands the test of time. The latest contender? Say Anything. 

w00t! A strip of mine got picked for the City Pages (Minneapolis’s alt-weekly) Comics Issue, focusing on the upcoming Republican National Convention. I did some writing for them back in my freelance days, but this is the first time I’ve convinced them– or anybody– to actually pay me for a comic. I’m pretty jazzed– hey, validation!

Also, the next Nowhere strip should be up in the next day or two, and a couple of other bloggy posts are forthcoming. Horn o’ plenty, dude.

Rebecca and I discuss this in great detail, and you’ll have to go over there to get the answer.

We’re about to leave for vacation, but we still found time to talk about Dead Poets Society; my side of the conversation somehow managed to include Led Zeppelin and Wolverine.

Once again, an illustration for a blog post of Rebecca’s; this is an awesome, awesome (or creepy, creepy, depending on your POV) at Mancini’s in St. Paul.

While I’m here, I might as well mention that Nowhere  27 (featuring Dan, who’s been absent for a while) is in the Photoshop stage now, and could be up tomorrow if things break right. Otherwise, Friday for sure.

Friend of Nowhere Band John Ralston has part one of his series The Hole in the Wall up at the Top Shelf Comix site, and it is highly recommended. It’s a surreal story about a couple of cats who go exploring, gorgeously drawn in a style that reminds me a lot of 1930s newspaper strips. John’s a hell of an artist and a great guy, and he could use your clicks!

And conclude that Reality Bites even more now than it did in 1994.