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Still here!

Yes, gentle reader, your friendly neighborhood Rick is indeed still alive and kicking and, every once in a blue moon, putting out a comic or two.

There are a couple of reasons why I don't blog as much as I'd like. Number one, I'm lazy. Number two, I hate blogs with no pictures, and I can never figure out what picture to put in my blog posts. Hopefully I'll start doing that "Sketch-a-week" thing I promised to do what, two years ago? Something like that. The point being, of course, to actually make this an interesting art blog.

The third reason is probably the biggest one, and will perhaps be remedied by the fact that I've changed jobs recently. I was working as a meter reader for DTE until two weeks ago, not only walking and driving all day, but as of August conducting an hour-long commute from Lansing to Howell. You can imagine that this cut into my writing/creating time. I'm not saying it was the toughest job in the world, but oh brother, by the time I'd clocked out and driven back to Lansing, it was all over but the shoutin'. There'd be days I'd just crawl into bed at 5, wake up at 7, and then go to bed again at 9. Inbetween, I'd probably be horsing around, not doing much meaningful work on anything. So yes, when the going gets tough, the blog gets the shaft.

Hopefully I can change my errant ways. Not that this blog is particularly important, mind you; but it is a quasi-marketing tool - sort of a "meet the artist" deal. It's a way for fans to see my stuff regularly, and hopefully get a little hint of what's going on inside my head (if they're brave enough). Marketing, i.e. showing off, is one thing I was never very good at; I'm so focused on achieving a result, I forget that someone has to be there to see it at the end of the day, and I'm left scrambling to do all my marketing after the fact.

On that note, here's a couple of tidbits: I'm going to be attending a Drink & Draw Wednesday nights at 8pm, up at Sir Pizza in Lansing's Old Town. It'll be nice to hobnob with other comic book artists and illustrators (besides my business partner, the inimitable Joe Haines), something I haven't done since Aught Nine. You can come out, enjoy booze and pizza, and bask in my glory...and maybe see some other guys draw stuff, too. I think it'll be fun. I plan to attend regularly, as soon as these pesky holidays clear up.

I'll also be attempting to post a sketch a week. These may not make any sense, and I won't attempt to explain them, but they'll be there for you to puzzle over. Here's a fairly straightforward one, a picture of Mike Patton for my good friend Anella:

This startling visage is actually going to have words on it - "Check Your Stock", or something; it'll go on the freezer door at the Foods For Living deli counter. Our Mr. Patton is a house favorite there, or so I hear; at any rate, I tried to make him appropriately devilish and as vaguely unnerving as he is in real life.

(If you don't know the guy, you should: he's the lead singer of Tomahawk, and was involved with Faith No More and Mr. Bungle back in the day. Amazing musician. Be sure to check out Tomahawk's Eponymous Anonymous and their latest, Oddfellows).

Rick Out.

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