A Little More AJ And Then Some Words

Hiya.

So we have another Analogous Jones comic. This and the previous one I'm lumping together as a 'Prologue'...mostly because nothing really happens apart from some smokin', drinkin'...and internal monologuin'. Also because I have a story arc already rudimentarily planned and I'm excited about it.

So here's the quick plug and we can get on with some blogging, maybe, if we're lucky. Click on the pic here for the full comic on flickr:

So!
Krissa and I went on vacation to the Catskills, which was absolutely brilliant. The first day without a computer or television I was a little jumpy, like a cat whose ball of wool has been taken away, but that sense of involuntary mental spasms went away very quickly and we had a wonderfully relaxing time. We hung out at the little yellow cottage that we rented, sitting in the garden looking at the mountains while the chipmunks tried to figure out how to detour around the new big animals in the garden chairs. We learned to play Mancala, played cards, and we read and I drew. It was wonderfully peaceful and a really, really welcome break.
We ventured into Woodstock, where a few hardcore residing hippies from the late 60s moved like fragile marionettes on the sidewalk, decked out in psychedelic colours and fulsome facial hair. We sort of climbed a mountain.
We went to a Garlic Festival in a town called Saugerties, and it was appalling. For those Caulkhead readers who will know what I was hoping for in my heart of hearts, only you will be able to appreciate just how bad it was. Everyone else will have to simply imagine.
It was roughly 8,000 people shuffing from queue after queue in front of stalls to eat free garlic, honey, dip, garlic, vinegar, garlic, herbs, honey, garlic and one guy doing a roaring trade selling popcorn. People were fiercely territorial about their staked spots in front of certain stalls...always grabbing, scooping, making snippy comments about lines and turns, walking aggressively. The festival consisted of just the food...and two bands. For some reason I was really sort of traumatized by this.
ANYWAY. We stopped off at a liquor store on the way back to the cottage and bought some nice wine to get us over it, in the blessed peace and cricket-thronged quiet of the Catskills evening.
That night the stars were breathtaking.

Krissa took plenty of photos, and they should be up on her flickr stream soon.

My friend Josh and I went to a comics exhibition opening last night and I (briefly) met a few people who I've read for some time. It was different to, say, a meeting of people whose blogs you read, because you actually know very little about them, beyond discussing their comics.
So it was really sort of awkward. Well...to be more honest, I was really sort of awkward. So I had a minor case of the state of mind I have when in the presence of celebrities and/or other people who make me nervous, and I was less than erudite. But anyway, it was nice to finally meet Sarah Glidden, and Julia Wertz, if only briefly, and good to be hurriedly chatting to Jason Estrin, whose work was gorgeous, and to see some really marvellous art generally.
The exhibition has a site here.

So...yeah. Athlete have a new album out that I'm getting into, so does KT Tunstall. I've also been listening to Gene again. Not sure why.
Krissa and I did a huge clean of the apartment today, and we're a bit knackered.
It's my birthday on Wednesday.
Um.

I'm out of practice at actually writing posts, it seems.

Hello again.