It's called Daily for a Reason

But not because I update it Daily - Certainly.

Just letting you know that I'll be updating Vexxarr tomorrow on time. Monday too even. WHO KNOWS? Today, I am at war with the SPIDERS in my little subterranean kingdom. My weapon of choice is a one-quarter horse power shop vac. At least I'm not living in Texas.

I am in contact with my shirt printer. I may have the goods by next week. Now would be the time to place orders. Look for a shirt orders link at that time. The shirts will be print on demand so once I have twenty orders (any size) I'll forward them to my clothing guru and soon after, you will be sheathed.

Updates as they unfold...

Yes, Late Again,

But updating soon...today in fact. Had a job out of town and a meeting this morning and now some invoice corrections and other nuisances. The end result is that Vexxarr is late again. But fear not - he is on his way.

Working as fast as I can...

New comic is under way. I'm recovering from strep throat, which as you all know is a JOY. It should be stated that because of my hermit-like lifestyle, no one on Earth is in danger of contracting my illness. The only mystery is how I got strep in the absence of actual human contact.

I suspect the US Postal service.

I have enough Diet Code Red to last me another week. After that, I'll have to make a supply run. To Walmart at midnight of course. Can't risk actual exposure to daylight.

Hssssss...

Daaaaaaylight...

Strip Delay Due To Addled Brain!

I just about finished Monday's strip when I realized that I had done Wednesday's strip by mistake! I'll have them both finished in a few hours and post Monday's strip then.

Forgive me, I have a streptococcus infection and I'm not quite myself. Who I am...it is not quite clear.

One thing I do know is that if you guys keep hitting my site Monday, Wednesday and Friday, I need to be here to greet you!

So here I am!

Check back soon for a comic. And guess what?

Wednesday's is in the can so...Wednesday update will be ON TIME!

It Happens

I wrote the script. I drew the comic. I updated the website. Yet I forgot an important player. Those of you just joining us have NO idea what I am talking about. Those of you who tuned in earlier may have noticed Carl speaking about himself in sort of a creepy third person. I have, in classic Soviet style, retroactively inserted the correct speaker into his appropriate tableau.

Pravda!

OOPS!

It has come to my attention that clicking on the comic will take you (as if by way of flying carpet) to Rockethost. This is not an ad. This is an error. It happened because I use Dreamweaver to manage my web page and Dreamweaver makes web design pretty easy. It concurrently make adding links - especially unintentional ones - pretty easy as well.

Sorry.

And, be sure to visit my host on the way out...

Something Nice...

I promised and now I have delivered!



Er...somewhat. Behold the wondrous Dancing Vexxarr via my new time waster PICTAPS!

And I had to add this! And This.

And Whatever THIS is...

HELP! I can't stop!

And finally, from Ratzmandious I add this non sequitur...

Another Job...Another Excuse

Prepping for a Discovery Channel shoot. New Vexxarr to follow. I'm lucky to be working I guess...

Tomorrow, I'll do something nice for you guys...I promise.

Who wants pie?

Where's My Vexxarr?

Eldergod - my PC lost it's C drive Saturday. None of my Vexxarr Comic files were lost - I'm way too anal for that. But I spent the past 24 hours getting back up to speed. Having recently lost a system drive on my Mac G5 to the mysterious invalid node buggaboo, I can tell you that the effort it takes to get a PC back on it's feet vs reinstalling God, Heaven and Earth on a Mac is no big deal - only by comparison mind you.

In fact, the major difference between trying to recover files from a dead drive on a PC vs on a Mac is that on a PC, it's at least within the realm of Newtonian Physics.

So...

Eldergod is back and I'll get the Vexxter up and atcha' as soon as possible. When I do, you'll be the first to know!

Yes you!

The funny looking one in the back!

Caught Up At Last - Summery Post

Work...schedule...sleep...none...sandwich...comic...Diet Mt Dew Code Red...Antelope...Asteroid...pizza...

Three Vexx Monday!

Three Vexxarrs to post Monday. Details Wednesday!

Nay, but seriously brethren, All caught up by Monday. I'll be posting them Sunday evening untill we are all on the caught-ups. Yo.

Isn't funny that Yo, went from being a Sting-ism (per the POLICE) to being hip gansta' slang? I want to tell the hip young-uns at my gym that when they say "yo" it makes me think of the 'POLICE the videos' VHS I still have at my house.

Another industrial ugly morning...

Jasper

Expect late updates this week. I'm shooting a long format in Jasper Alabama. Where you ask? Two street left of nowhere. But it has a nice retreat I am told...

New Vexxarr upon my return from the nether regions.

There I have been told that I have a right pretty mouth...for a Trekkie.

Would You Wear this?

This is what I'm thinking at this point. Details are still being ironed out like...everything, for example. I'm pretty sure this is the image if not the graphic and that the slogan will be "Surrender your cake".

I'll post details as they ferment.

Manchester, Church of England Apparently Unaware That Television Isn't Real.

Resistance Fall Of Man is a game where mankind is struggling in a losing war against parasitic alien invaders. It takes place in an alternate 1951 where WWII never occurred and America stands ready with a powerful and highly advanced military after twenty years of isolationist development. In this game, Asia, Europe and England have been simply devoured by a race of hostile creatures (presumably alien in origin) known as the Chimera. America, after losing contact with British forces, attempts to establish a beachhead in Great Britain. You play a member of this US Expedition force in it's first encounter with the Chimera.

Evidently, some of this alternate-reality based science-fiction action takes place in Manchester Cathedral. Apparently, guns are involved. Apparently the Manchester of the real world is a city in the midst of violent crime. And apparently this fact has religious and political leaders declaring that creators of mass-market media (games, movies and maybe even books) should not be allowed to set their fictional works in Manchester. Apparently it shows a lack of respect.

This may well be true.

However, did setting Godzilla in New York show a lack of respect to the hundreds who die in violent crime each year? Did setting Halo 2 in a war battered Africa show a lack of respect for those who now struggle with genocide, famine and poverty? Did setting any of the Medal of Honor games in real villages, towns and buildings show a lack of compassion for those who died, fought or gave their lives in WWII?

Resistance Fall Of Man is not only fictional but it takes place in a past that never happened. Further, the enemies being 'slaughtered' aren't even human. They don't exist in this universe in any form. The reason Manchester Cathedral was chosen as a setting was to no doubt illustrate the sense of apocalyptic scale, isolation and hopelessness the game authors wanted to explore. As long as no actual images of Manchester Cathedral were used in the game (all images were computer generated) it is unclear whether The city of Manchester or The Church Of England has anything to say about the game.

Officials in Manchester point out that the nature and frequency of violent crimes and gun violence in their city demand special respect from those who create violent media. The question then becomes, how much respect are they due and how much cooperation can they coerce from those in the media? Should I back off stories and images I find interesting because they cause others distress and emotional pain? There are times when I would actually say yes - voluntarily. Should those people be able to coerce that reaction from me, then ask for money? I hope the answer to that is 'no' and that the answer seems obvious. Otherwise, I might think seriously about not expressing myself in any interesting and challenging ways at all.

Who would want that?

Why Video Game Magazines are Corporate Hacks

You may or may not be aware that Penny Arcade has a 3D game hitting the shelves in a few time cycles. You may or may not be aware that PC Gamer magazine is commemorating this event with a series of five special covers on this month's edition.

If your read PvP you are aware that in this same special edition of PCG Magazine, their cover guru, Greg Vederman, disses Penny Arcade with an unwarranted OP ED. Basically in an issue sporting a five-cover Penny Arcade extravaganza, Vederman says 'Meh" to PA.

Hey, he's welcome to do this. Many of you likely agree with Mr. Vederman. What stinks is he does it inside the Penny Arcade Extravaganza issue of PCG Magazine itself!

What gives? Is this not the ultimate in too-cool-for-school poserism? If he felt this way, should he not have published his OP ED piece in the issue following the PA grope-a-thon?

I get that Vederman feels that PA is all hype and no substance. He has some valid points. But what is PCG saying by dissing their cover Gods for that very issue? Here is an idea: PC Gamer Magazine is exactly that sort of exploitation of the gamer phenomenon that Greg Vederman accuses Penny Arcade of being.

I know that by saying this, I have shocked exactly two people on this planet - one of whom being Greg Vederman's mother. But to vent my spleen, I put my thoughts down on actual paper and mailed them to PC Gamer. I believe this is best described as 'quaint'.

I don't usually do this but...

A collection of wet cats for your amusement. Hell, it made my day.

T-Shirt Design Forthcoming.

It is...it really, really is.

It has to be right and it has to get you odd stares from your fellow hu-mons. Likely the first design will be Vexxarr himself. It will feature the URL. And it will have a pithy phrase from which you may draw uncommon wisdom. This I decree! So keep pummeling me with ideas, opinions and insults and I'll announce - this week perhaps - the first order block. Shirts will then ship after I have twenty orders. And then your loved ones will be returned to you unharmed - I promise.

T-Shirts

I have spoken to people. We have compared numbers. We have reached an agreement. There remains only one question: will my minions BUY these T-Shirts?

I can tell you this much: They will be black. They will be two color, high quality silk screen. They will cost $20 plus shipping.

Tell me how this makes you feel. Moreover, tell me how many of you will buy one. The deal I have made will open an order on the first purchase and when I have orders for 20 shirts - the shirts will then ship. So I need to get orders in blocks of twenty to move forward to fulfillment. Get me?

Assume that the first one will feature Vexxarr. Beyond that, I will have to post a design. Expect one by Monday. Until then, mosey on over to the forum and speak your mind!

Destiny, Irony, Confectionery

Those of you familiar with Vexxarr should know by now that I do not consider myself an artist. I am a writer. I do not say this out of some misplaced sense of pride. I do a lot of things to pay the rent. I shoot and direct video. I edit. I build rapid prototypes of consumer goods. I build castles for no other reason than to detonate them using highly illegal explosives.

But what I do, that is what I actually have a gift for, turns out to be writing. Sure I have a facile grasp of my native tongue. I know how to write a complete sentence. I grok the clause. I can avoid fragments and even use them to underscore a point. I know what a paragraph is actually supposed to contain. And I have a pronounced spelling deficiency - a requisite quality in all great writers.

All of this is...fine.

What makes me a writer is the opportunity, desire and ability to shape precise, complete thoughts with the written word and convey those thoughts accurately to another, detached individual. That makes someone a writer no matter how else they may be able to put food on the table. In my case, it helps that I have on occasion been paid to place words on a page. In a specific order no less.

So I now must reexamine my dreams. I know what it is that I have desired to do all these many years. Only now do I realize what it is that I can really do and have done over this same passage of time. It can be a sobering realization. Imagine studying to be a doctor for twenty years only to discover that you have a baker's hands. Even though you can appreciate the art and nobility of your God-given destiny, it doesn't mean that you will suddenly like bear claws...

To Tired To Blog!

I've been so busy trying to stay on schedule that I haven't had time to post lame excuses on the Blog! I've actually been told by some of you that you read my postings but not my comic... I say to you "scram!"

Actually, I may lock the blog and make the pasword the sixth word in panel three of every strip just to force you comic lurkers to read Vexxarr.

Why so bitter?

Let me give you a hint: I blog because I need to tell you guys why the comic that has kept me awake for thirty-six hours is late. If you only read my Blog, I COULD HAVE GONE TO SLEEP THIRTY-SIX HOURS AGO!

It's a paradox, true, but such is my lot.