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Remember a couple posts ago, when I mentioned being nominated for a Web Cartoonist’s Choice Award? I’ve been nominated a couple of times before, and always lost. But this time, “Pup” won the Infinite Canvas Award, for whatever that’s worth.

Huh. Put a comic on the back burner for a while, and then it gets the attention. I finally managed to get “Pup” back online at Serializer the other day. So if you’re a current subscriber, you should have full access to the comics. I really plan on doing some ambitious new “Pup” material in the not-too-far future.

Now as promised, You Ain’t No Dancer. – a new anthology series from New Reliable Press. I did a six page story for the first issue. The issue also features about a metric ton of other awesome cartoonists – I can’t even begin to list just the cartoonists I like, so click here for the lineup. If you’re curious about the contents, click here for a generous preview of quite a few of the stories, including mine.

You Ain’t No Dancer doesn’t hit stores until September, but now is the time comic shops have to order. So if there’s a local comic shop you frequent, consider asking them to order a few issues. If not, the book should be premiering at SPX, and should be available from the website shortly after that.

I finished a story for the upcoming SPX anthology. It’s a seven pager that’s basically in the same vein as the untitled mini I did last year. It’s a dream comic, but hopefully it turned out more interesting than such things usually do. We’ll see if they pick it up.

Two weeks ago we went to a “going away party” of sorts for our friend Chris Wright, who’s finally cleared out of Savannah after getting his masters degree. A bunch of us drove out to the beach at Tybee Island at night, drank some beer, and kicked around in the surf. Chris is an amazing cartoonist, and a big influence on me. He’ll be sorely missed – especially when we’re down drinking at Moon River.

I wish he would finish his website, so I could link to it… eh, screw it, I’ll just link to the unfinished website.

Eleanor and I finally bought a bunch of frames at Michael’s for the original art we’ve had for a while (by Chris Wright and others,) so we’ve hung it about the house. I’ve been meaning to take a bunch of pictures and put them online – I think we’re both pretty pleased with the way the place is looking.

For the 4th of July weekend, Antar and I went to visit Rose in Orlando. Orlando is one messed-up city – the epitome of urban sprawl. Everyone’s down there “flipping condos” and building developments. Anyway, we poked around the Virgin Megastore and the rest of “Downtown Disney.” There seemed to a tour group of midgets there at the same time, which (though completely un-P.C.) was very amusing. We ended up leaving on the evening of the 4th – the entire drive up 95 was punctuated by fireworks displays in the distance – and I drank 3 Red Bulls trying to keep my eyes open on the road (I had trouble sleeping the night before, and wound up lying awake and reading Burgess’s “A Clockwork Orange” instead of catching those vital Zzz’s.)

Next post: You Ain’t No Dancer!

Last Thursday, Eleanor and I stopped by her old apartment to check her mail. And guess what we found under the front porch?

Yes, a tiny, lost kitten, ceaselessly mewing. Since there was no sign of other cats or kittens around, and the porch faces out onto a very busy street, we couldn’t just leave it there. So us and a neighbor spent a good hour trying to lure her into a cat carrier, even trying elaborate tricks involving trails of food. Eventually, the neighbor just grabbed it and popped it in.

The next morning we took her to the vet, and got rid of her fleas, earmites, and other assorted bugs. According to the vet, she’s about six weeks old, and healthy for a stray. She’s too young to be tested for feline leukemia quite yet, so we’ve been keeping her isolated from Momo, Eleanor’s cat. Later this week, she’s back to the vet for a round of shots and what-not.

We’ve tentatively given her the name of Detroit Pepperoni. Even though when we found her, she was very skittish, she got completely acclimated to people in just a day or two. She’s very playful, and loves to attack shoelaces, fingers, toes, and anything else that wiggles. Here’s a short movie I took of her with my digital camera, that should play in Quicktime if nothing else.

We’re probably not going to be able to keep her. And we’re definitely not putting her in the shelter. So does anyone want a kitten?

If we can’t find a good home for her, we might end up foisting her on my mom.