14 December 2009

06 July 2009


On Independence Day, we rode the trail along the Mississippi River, through the woods, under the moon, surrounded by fireflies and peering critters' eyes.

Also, some ramblings on Freedom™:

We are as free as our willingness to submit to arbitrary rules.
We are as free as the amount of humiliation we will endure.
We are as free as the best lawyer we can afford.
We are as free as our skin pigment allows us to be.
We are as free as the home we can afford.
We are as free as the food we can afford.
We are as free as the medical care we can afford.
We are as free as the quality of life we can afford.

01 June 2009

A Message from yer Sponsor

Be aware of your surroundings, and nobody will get hurt.

11 May 2009


I need to get a scanner to update this smut. In the meantime, here's some TV worth watching:

19 April 2009

Free your mind and your bike will follow.

Hope your Bicycle Day is full of freedom and free of flats.
  Bicycle Day celebrates the greatest way to travel, but has its origins in another type of trip.

For a short time in the mid-20th century, it looked like Science™ would finally bottle the tools that nature had been providing for millennia with psilocybin mushrooms and other psychotropic plants.
  Albert Hofmann synthesized LSD-25, in his lab on April 16, 1943. But, he pedaled into bike history on April 19 when he intentionally ingested 250ug LSD and, with help from his lab assistant, rode his bicycle home.  He expressed concern over some elements of 60s counter-culture, which is sometimes blamed for undermining the drug's scientific value. Dr. Hofmann believed LSD was most important for exploring “humanity's oneness with nature.”
   In the 50s and 60s, many psychiatrists considered LSD a miracle drug that could control schizophrenia, and reduce anxiety in terminally ill patients.
  Even Bill W, founder of AA, viewed tripping as an important spiritual tool for liberating one from alcoholism.
  Unfortunately, the US government didn’t see much use for LSD, except its potential for controlling individuals or crowds. This dubious intent sparked a federal research program, code-named MK-Ultra, which included dosing unwitting subjects.
  Ultimately, LSD was deemed a threat to the status quo, and The Man outlawed it. So, you risk jail time if you celebrate Bicycle Day under the canopy of enlightenment as Hofmann did in 1943. But it wouldn't hurt to try anyway.

Have a nice trip. It's just a ride...

12 April 2009

Residue Comics Not Just for Anthropamorphaniacs Anymore

Residue Comics™ now features human characters! Don't worry kids. Your old pals Alfie the dog, Crunchy the cockroach, and Chump the Monkey didn't get nabbed by their porcine nemesis "The Man." They're just busy recycling jokes for the new administration.

Foley Burke first appeared in a one-page comic in 1993. He made a few more appearances, along with his gal pal, Audrey, in Toast magazine in the late 90s and another comic published in Dirt Rag a few years ago. Both characters have metamorphosed over the years, but they are finally finding their place as bicycle riding hipster dorks with regular appearances in the monthly Urban Velo magazine.

Analog Boy is rolling over in his grave.

I may still be a pixel-hating luddite. But I'm fucking this binary bimbo anyway.
My relationship with computers has wavered around the way the technology treated my meticulously inked doodles.
My digital dread took root as publishing began to move away from off-set printing in the 90s, toward using scanned images, formatted on low-memory computers. Spendy equipment could do a fine job of it. But, the out-dated second-hand computers used by the small publishers who accepted my work, usually pixellated and bastardized the lines I had carefully laid. As a result, my comics often appeared as though they were filtered through a drunken robot, who shit them onto the page.
My web presence has increased in the last few years as affordable technology finally caught-up with my high-dpi needs. So, I can now be friends with robots, but I still don’t want one in my home. That's where I live the analog dream.
It's the odd-jobs that keep computers in front of me. So, when the boss isn’t looking, I may type a line. And after I sneak a minute with the scanner, I’ll post a comic strip.
This is my blogspot.