Quivery.

Aaargh!

More mammoth

Staring into the face of death and dismemberment

Seize the day - you may as well

An apology

Just wanted to say a quick "sorry" for anyone who may have wondered where the new strip has been for the past couple of weeks. I'm addressing a purely hypothetical, interested and regular reader here. I'm not sure there is such a person but, just in case, I do apologise.

Life kind of got in the way - there's been a procession of tradesmen moving slowly through the house making lots of noise and doing all sorts of disruptive things. Then my Swedish cousins came to visit which necessitated lots of long conversations over long boozy lunches. So it's not as if my life has gone all wrong or anything but I haven't found much time to sit down and draw/write anything.

I'll be back with something new and (hopefully) fresh in the coming week. In the meantime, I've dragged a couple of old ones out of the archive. I've been a bit preoccupied with religion for a while so these seemed to suit the moment.

Getting lost in the supermarket

An identity crisis

A sartorial horror story

We last saw this guy way back here (with a black moustache but he is a bit older now).

I was surprised and impressed to find out - after I'd written this one - that 'nicompoopery' is a real word. Like an in-the-dictionary real word. Though even if it wasn't it should be.

The babble of small boys

This is pretty much a verbatim transcript of an exchange my son had with one of his friends. Except in real life it got stuck in the loop for what seemed like a much, much longer time.

There goes the fourth wall...

Rat cunning and total gormlessness in the same small package

That's probably it for today but it's still pretty nice out on the deck so I'm off to start a big one. We might see that tomorrow.

The birds and the peas

There'll be another one up in a couple of hours. I'm on a roll today - spring has sprung and I'm sitting at a table on the deck with the washing flapping in a gentle breeze and dappled sunlight all around my feet.

The abyss

The 'adventure' begins in earnest

The return of 'God'

Remember me saying I knew where this story was going? I lied. I have no idea.

I went mental and did an extra one today

Mmm. But I notice that's eight small ones in a row.
The next one will be a big full-page thing.

Gentle coercion

Rebooting

Soon this place is going to be crawling with entities...

While I was doing these ones I remembered what Arthur C. Clarke once said about any technology that was sufficiently advanced being indistinguishable from magic. I'd always seen this statement in terms of myself waking up 500 years in the future or some poor, hapless Neanderthal being reanimated from his 30,000 year long suspended animation and having his mind totally blown by the sight of a light bulb or something.
Then it struck me that we're already there and that, for all practical purposes, our technology actually is magic. But the sad irony is that almost all of us take it totally for granted.We have little magic boxes which can store the voices of people who have been dead for a century, we travel further in a day in a different kind of magic box than most of our ancestors did in a lifetime and we can sit in a chair inside a big metal bird-like magic box 3 kilometres up in the air and totally ignore a vista outside our window which would probably have reduced a Leonardo or a Michelangelo to tears of rapture. And most of us have utterly no idea what makes this possible.

Magic!

Mr Clever Clogs fails again

Um.

I read an article in New Scientist a while ago about this stuff and kind of fell into a mild panic about the state of the world. It seems all the sexy new technology we love so much (and a lot of the 'green' technology we'll be relying on to preserve our comfy lifestyles in a post-oil world) is totally dependant on a group of rare metallic elements that most of us have never heard of and of which we're running out. And instead of carefully recovering what we can from the carcasses of our 2-years-old-but-completely-redundant computers and mobile phones, we throw them over our metaphorical shoulders and buy new ones.
We live in a very interesting, very complicated world, I suppose.
Then there's this where you have an ongoing civil war in the Congo in which access to tantalum supplies is a crucial factor. Wow. We have no idea. I'm going to set fire to my brain.

Taking responsibility

Perspective

When you're on a roll, the great ideas just keep coming...

...and the hole just keeps getting deeper.

I've possibly jumped a shark here, but what the hell...

Aftermath

And lo, flaming retribution shall come down hard on someone's arse

Sorry to take a while getting this latest page up - I actually started it about three weeks ago then the school holidays kicked in and everything else took a backseat. I know some people manage it somehow but there is no way I can concentrate on anything with a crazed 6-year old rampaging through the house.
And I think I may finally know where this story is heading. I promise you it is heading somewhere.

Where is that other web site?

Some of you may have been in the habit of going looking at this stuff over at www.eggmencomics.com (or what you thought was www.eggmencomics.com).
If that's the case, sorry for any confusion but I've had to pull that version of the site down because it was more-or-less driving me slowly mental. It was hosted by one of those lovely, fancy-pants hosting services where they supply you with templates and stats and all that nice stuff. But, sadly, the fact that I'm still stuck here in fucking dial-up internet land meant that any time I had to call up their interface to make a change or upload an image (or pretty much anything) I would have to kiss the next couple of hours goodbye. Life's too short and I'm getting old and cranky and I resent paying good money to give myself a stomach ulcer.
The one thing that might be a problem is that I'd built a fairly solid archive over there where one might find one's way through a particular narrative and glean some sense from the thing (assuming there was some sense there). But I'm figuring, if I'm really smart with labelling my posts (and one glance will tell that so far I haven't been very smart about it), we might be able to have the next best thing. So I'm figuring that, once I get that cloud of labels over on the right there sorted out, it should work pretty much like the old archive anyway. The downside is that you might have to read a story backwards.

More scratchboard / scraperboard

A spoon full of sugar - part 2

A spoon full of sugar...

Ode to an underactive imagination

Falling toward the light

An elegant way out

BIG task

On task

Plan B

Summer's over

Ah - and we thought he'd been vanquished. Hell, I did. But now he's back with 'Plan B'.
You'll find out what that is next week if you're here.

I started playing around with scraper board (scratch board if you're American). This was a little practice run for another project.

Time to rock!

All these little stories are about to start moving again, albeit a bit more slowly than last year. Creatively, I've got a bit more other stuff to get done now than I did then, so there won't be quite as many Eggmen strips appearing. But there'll still be at least one per week- whether that's a full page or a little 4-panel job (or something else) is going to depend totally on how the mood takes me.

Having a squizz back through the archives (on the right hand side here) the other day, I realised there's enough stuff there now to compile into a little book or 2. I'll let you know how that goes.

This would never happen to Yves Rossy

I'm usually more than happy to be just me but, when I see this, I think it might be awesome to be this guy.

The further adventures of...

Well, I had planned a carefully controlled descent into a nightmare world of Hitchcockian proportions.
We'll get there eventually but the boys have to talk about boobs first.

A little physics lesson

You may or may not remember I left these guys dangling sometime before Xmas last year. This is how they got there.

Happy New Year...

Well, this is pretty much a little picture of the holiday I just had. Except I haven't actually drunk a pina colada since I was about 18. The break had a good effect on my head so I thought I'd start on an optimistic note. It's good to be back.