Don't piss off the ferryman

The return of my castration anxiety

#@$%

The void

Two more today

And neither of them are about the aftermath I promised last time. Maybe next time.

A little catch up.

This one should be squeezed in between the no-pants realisation and the echo-locating below (chronologically that is). Next time we're back to the aftermath of "Fuck me dead".

There always someone...

The long, long summer school holiday is over. Things should get a bit more productive around here.

On the way to school

This one's a bit out of sequence - there are at least one or two that precede this in any kind of narrative sequence but I'm just whacking them up here in the order they get done.

Narrative sense will finally be achieved when I put all these together in Book 2 (did you notice there's a link to buy Book 1 over there on the right?!)

Laying fallow

I apologise for not being off to the most prolific start to the year; I will be cranking out Eggmen strips (and other stuff - yes, there will finally be other stuff) soon but, as always, the school holidays tend to get in the way of doing anything remotely creative. Between tending to the day job and hanging out with junior there's not much time or energy left.

I should be back at it by the end of this week.

Here's my favourite small person trying to drag my attention away from some arbitrary thing on the horizon. We were at Port Beach, Fremantle in what was apparently the hottest week since 1965.

I believe in Whitney Houston...

...because ever since I wrote that 7th panel I can't get THAT song out of my head and I'm really sorry if it happens to you too.