Today and Sunday in Ohio

I have sent a huge lot of artwork and prints to my friend Liam Kemp, who will have a table at S.P.A.C.E. in Columbus, Ohio this coming weekend (March 1st and 2nd) to promote his comic book Fatalysia, for which issue two has my cover. I believe entry for the convention is only $5, making it the cheapest cover for a comic convention I have ever seen.

Also my friend Eric Adams will be there with issue 5 of Lackluster World hot off the presses.

Prints (of Darkness): Liam will be offering these on my behalf will be very reduced, prices drastically lowered, with no Shipping and Handling of course, if there are prints you would like to have this is a great chance to land them for cheap. I spent 12 hours last night hand-signing all of them, and have randomly inserted into the stick a good number of HAND-EMBELLISHED prints for each - no matter large print or small print, making buying prints a sort of lottery because there are pretty good odds (about 1 in 5) that your print will have some hand colored or hand-drawn elements in them.

Also in this lottery are several signed and numbered prints including number 1s from various series, a number 2 of 2, and about 15 cancelled prints that will never be printed again because I have since changed the art (there are about 20 existing *ever* for some of the mini prints, and 2 existing for one of the 16x20s).

The Originals: I have also sent him several originals and priced them so that I will likely never see them again, most less than a third of their selling price. The prices as follows. Portrait of Nero ($150), Willow ($100), Blood and Sand($65), Santisima Muerte ($50), Underworld Key ($100), useless animal and a dog ($75)

Tee shirts: I am restocking on these soon, and clearing out old stock. Most of these shirts will not be printed again, as they are covers to the original ashcans and promo copies of my comic book, and not the new cover. Others are those hearse collector's ones, which I will also likely be discontinuing. So, want a shirt that there are only 50 or less of? This is a good chance to get them for $12 to $17 each.

Promo Copies: I've sent the 6 remaining promo copies from last year's pitt con, just so Liam could show *sort of* what to expect in the coming comic. I have since overhauled the story, character designs, and other things - so this is the last chance to have any of those. He will be able to sell those on the last day of the convention.

Regrets:  I do wish I could have made it myself - and I really miss my Ohio friends. I plan to make it through sometime in late April, scheduling extra time there so that I can have a better chance of catching up with everyone.

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Hate the living, love the dead

I tend to prefer to keep to myself when I am upset distressed over about anything, and there has been a lot of that over the past few years, leaving me less and less to really talk about, and I guess driving me a little bit further away from everything and everyone.

LJ and myspace, just leave me open to sit there for a few hours thinking about all the things I'd like to say in this window, but won't, typing till morning and deleting everything, and neither really serve much to keep in touch with people anyway. 

Often I feel the best I can do is always just to pretend everything is all peachy, or make vague this and thats which have the potential to create more drama than what I would try to avoid in being vague...

... often hurting or offending anyone but the intended targets, if there ever were any - such is the power of broad and sweeping statements.

To say over the years that I have had little faith in humanity, little love for life in general would be inaccurate at best. One can't love or hate what they refuse to have.

I often wonder if this drawing of breath is even a service to those who I justify doing so by, or just little more than continued service in my own memory, for as long as it takes to do some minor degree of justice, as best as possible according to those dreams and fragments hanging on in my head, to that which I was or could have been... often times feeling as though I were holding my hand in the fire for just a second more, to ensure those seconds before count for something.

Nine seconds out of eleven, and the past five have seemed like an eternity.

Undeath, I often feel, is the realization that life is both unobtainable and unimaginable, the inability to dream for what it could be, to remember what it was like, realizing that what could have been would not have been or would never have mattered, the failure to even care, the aversion to ever caring again.

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Another year in which to say goodbye and goodnight

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