My tablemates this weekend were Tom "my mind is an axe" Neely, Sean "labial notation" Christensen, Frank "four teeth" Kelly, and Graham "usually dressed like Doctor Who" Kahler. These guys fill my life with radness and take away all my sadness.

After the first of three projected nights of comix debauchery, I'm feeling exhilarated and dehydrated. There were so many talented artists at Guapo last night, and so much free Tripel. Sarah Oleksyk won a well-deserved Maisie Kukoc Award for Comics Inspiration, Graham Kahler and I discussed the new Doctor Who, Franklin made a new baby friend, I sold a few books and stickers, and a very indulgent lady let me lecture her about the Knights Templar and medieval banking.

You'll find me and Sean this weekend sharing table 68 with the great Tom Neely, so come by and say hello if you can. Pre-orders for Flesh and Bone are now closed, but you can buy it from me in person this weekend or online when I reopen my shop on Monday. And I was interviewed by Haunted Happenings PDX.

I'm taking pre-orders for Flesh and Bone on Etsy. If you order it online before this weekend, or buy it from me in person at Stumptown, you get a free sticker. You can preview the first few pages of the book on Sparkplug's website. Dylan also hooked me up with a ton of postcards with the cover image on them--if you want me to mail you one, just send me your address, because I have plenty of twenty-eight-cent stamps for this very purpose, my friends.

At Stumptown this weekend I'll be sharing a clown car of a table with Andrice Arp, Joan Reilly, Stefan Gruber, and Sean Christensen ABT, which should be excellent fun. And there is a release party for my book and bunch of others, plus a reading and free beer, at Guapo Comics and Coffee on Friday night. And Carolyn Main put me in her comic for this week's Portland Mercury. (I'm the breastfeeding redhead at the Pony Club table, of course.) And stoked is the new black.

I was insomniacally googling myself and I could not be more pleased to appear on a blog with such a completely delightful subheading. Ita vero, I love Latin, so much, so very much.

There was a rad interview with my publisher on The Beat yesterday. I am proud to be on this guy's team.

The big business of book distribution ruined it for book publishing, almost for comix a few years ago and I’m not going to participate in doing it again. I don’t really believe in listening to selling imperatives from people who don’t buy or read comix themselves. That sort of behavior has lead to a couple of smaller publishers going out of business. And I don’t want to hand over the keys of an art form that means so much to me. I do love sharing comix with more and more people but I don’t think that the way to do that is to make them more expensive and less accessible. It is that old idea of people loving something for what it is and trying to do what artists want, since they’re the ones doing all the work.

Here are the covers.

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.)