This is a photo of the proof of "Flesh and Bone" Dylan gave me last week. Certain tweaks have been tweaked and the final thing is now whirring through a printing press like an elucidating headline in a black-and-white movie.

Dig this injustice: your rad pals Sean Christensen (Awesome But True) and Julia Gfrörer (canny but clueless) have been cruelly wait-listed for this year's Stumptown Comics Festival! Do you know of a vacant table corner where one or both could hang a shingle? Notify us! We provide tempting libations, free comic books, amusing anecdotes, and of course the appropriate remuneration to all friends of the vortex.

When did I start writing like this? (Puberty.) How can I stop? (You cannot.)

The necessary changes have been successfully, if half-assedly, implemented. Thanks for bearing with me.

Blogger no longer supports FTP publishing, so I had to migrate this blog, and I'm not thrilled about it. You will know my web dev skills by the trail of dead links--so presciently did I design this site with a now-obsolete URL in each individual page's code, so blithely did I build the whole thing template-free, always ready to assign tedious work to a future Julia who has more free time and relishes the burnt-eyeball feeling Dreamweaver bestows upon its faithful. Oh bother, oh bother.

I think that rather than edit every page in the site, I'll redesign blog.html as a frames page with the thorazos.net menu bar at the top, and thorazos.blogspot.com underneath. Elegant workaround or blatant ham-handed slackassery? Have I mentioned how often my internet connection cuts out when I attempt to upload things? How lazy I am when it comes to desk work? Another cup of tea is called for. Blogger, I'm all out of bubble gum.

Three drawings I did last month are in Pony Club Gallery's April show, "Walking the Line." The first is my contribution to the Covered Blog, Blade of the Immortal Dreamsong 7 of 7 with Makie topless and surrounded by corpses, which is a secret from the internet until it debuts on that blog in a couple of weeks.

The second is my drawing of the final scene of Dune, which I made for a contest on Phil McAndrew's blog, and I was one of three winners of that contest, but I won with luck and not with skill, for my name was drawn from a hat. This drawing is displayed in a preposterously gaudy gold frame which was chosen more for size than style but turned out to really enhance the grandness of it all and would not be out of place in the illustrious vestibule of Padishah Emperor Shaddam IV.

And the third is the original pen and ink drawings which were xeroxed to produce these stickers. The stickers are meant to tie in with that comic I keep saying I'm publishing soon, since the comic shows a witch having sex with Baphomet and a mandrake plant, for the purposes, presumably, of supernatural reproduction, which is an interesting subject upon which I intend to expand in future projects. You'll get one of those stickers for free if you purchase the comic book from me at Stumptown, otherwise you have to use Etsy to obtain them.

My closing advice to you is to read as little P. G. Wodehouse as possible before attempting to write a blog entry, if you're smart, which I'm not.

Giant Robot has posted some of their tiger art for sale online here. You can't buy my piece because--hooray!--it already sold, but you can get a look at it finally, and the other madly cool work that's in the show besides.

And look what I found on GR's Flickr: a picture of a lady with a cute dog, and my drawing on the wall in the background.

The comic book project which occupied my grim winter months is finally nearing completion, and I can now confidently predict an April publication of its forty pages by Sparkplug Comic Books. Dylan Williams, the CEO of which, when plied with oolong tea and wheat free vegan fig newtons, has declared the work "beautiful" and "awesome", to my great relief, if not surprise. With home ports in view, the pace of my labor has slackened a little, and I have ample time to flip through the completed pages, identifying countless errors and misjudgements with which I must make peace if I ever hope to have the damn thing complete.

"Year of the Tiger" opens this week at Giant Robot 2 in Los Angeles. If you're in the area go there and see my gruesome (and very reasonably priced) contribution to the show in person. Otherwise you can preview some of the other contributions here.

January is a tough month for everybody, right? It's been snowing and raining here, I miss my folks, a family pet back in New Hampshire died the other day, money is scarce, my baby's been under the weather. Nothing to be done but carry on bravely with "emotional fragility" as our watchwords. I say that to say this: the final David Tennant episode of Doctor Who affected me more deeply than perhaps it deserved to.