In honor of this week’s event, we will be re-running the Communist Peas for three days. What is this week’s event? Spawns of Insomnia and Comics Biography Theater is finally upon us. Spawns of Insomnia is a 24-hour event that will feature artists drawing entire 24 page comic books before they can go home to bed. Scott and I are scheduled for Sunday beginning at 10 am. Comics Biography Theater features artists drawing one-page comics stories submitted by con-goers. I’m scheduled to do that on Saturday, and I’m also scheduled for some panels. It’s all going to take place under the banner of Cascadia Con, a science-fiction convention being held at the Seattle Airport Hilton and Conference Center, this Thursday through Monday, the 1-5 of September. Scooter and Ferret will have a table and we’ll be selling our first compilation book. If you’re local and you love this strip, make sure and come by to see both us and our fellow area talents. On one final note, I’ve gotten word that my Gulfport relatives weathered the storm just fine, although a tree did fall on their house.
I’ve gotten some complaints that I mention my cats but fail to mention my ferrets. I have two, Ginger and Alaska. I adopted them from some friends who had a full house with no room for them anymore. They’re about six years old, which is very old in ferret years, and they don’t do very much. Ginger is the dumbest being in my household. Everytime I give her a raisin she turns around to take it somewhere and smacks into a wall. Alaska has a little more pep, by that I mean she has made it a life mission to eventually take every stuffed animal on the bed in the guest room and hide it underneath it. Being old, she has had only marginal success with that. That pretty much covers my ferrets. I would also like to mention that my family is anxiously awaiting the landfall of Hurricane Katrina along the Gulf. A great-uncle in Gulfport is particularly at risk, so prayers appreciated.
Every morning my cat Puddin gets on the sink while I fix my hair and cries until I stroke her back. When I return to what I’n doing, she starts up again until I stroke her back. We go through the ritual every weekday and it lasts until I turn the sink on, at which time she drinks out of it and stops bugging me for awhile. Some days it seems like everything around me, my responsibilities and my commitments, are just more cats on the sink crying for my attention. Get involved in preparing for a convention and you will learn a new appreciation for the volunteer efforts of the organizers.