Congrats, Lauren!

CCS Grad Online Animation Now Editors Choice on Slate.com

Hey, dig it: CCS pioneer class graduate Lauren O'Connell (whose thesis project/comic Strays was a real gem and heartbreaker) completed

the illustrations for a bit of animation for an amigo, animated by her friend for this site, which you can view by clicking on this link (careful -- I couldn't load it on my home computer, but screened it at CCS's higher-end systems. If you can safely access it -- Enjoy!)

The animation, entitled "Help, I Hate My Boyfriend's Dog" is a treat.

And this morning at about 1:35 AM, Lauren posted the news that "the video was picked as the editors choice for on slate.com!"

For some reason, its appearance on Slate.com (scroll down to the mid-screen pic "Slate V: Dear Prudence: The Dog" today) plays fine on my system, so

here's the direct link to Slate V -- Lauren and friend's "Dear Prudence: The Dog" is in the "Also at Slate" menu at the right. Enjoy!

Congrats to you and your friend, Lauren, and way to knock one out of the park!

Tuesday Post-MoCCA Post

I'm hosting an impromptu post-MoCCA CCS BBQ at Hacienda Bissettios this afternoon, so I'll know more soon, but I figured it was fair to share with y'all what little I've heard about the CCS experience in the Big Apple this past weekend.

Post-MoCCA reports are trickling in. Concerning the anthology Sundays (which, appropriately enough, sold out midday on Sunday), proud poppa James Sturm wrote, "...I was only there Saturday and from what I saw Sundays was certainly one of the 'Buzz books' of the show. I had folks taking it out of their bags and asking me, 'have you seen this yet?'"

Sundays co-creator/co-editor Chuck Forsman writes, "...I think I speak for everyone in saying the show went incredibly well. I know at the Sundays table we were doing steady business all weekend except towards the end of Sunday after we sold out of Sundays. We did sell a lot of other books too. Our work has only just begun. Since we are all out of Sundays we gotta make more! so you may see us doing it again this week...."

This workload includes my standing order for 100 copies to sell via my website, which may not happen until later in the summer due to ye Sundays editors busy summer schedules and travel. Hey, these folks have lives, you know!

Chuck continues, "I don't want to speak for One Percent Press, but from where I was sitting, it seemed like they had an awesome show as well." One Percent Press, natch, is JP Coovert and friends's venue (see JP's interview here, last week).

Hopefully, we'll hear from more CCSers soon about their MoCCA experience.

You'll hear more later from me on who-knows-what tomorrow. Have a great Tuesday, one and all...

Yip! Yip! Yip!

In
the
Realm
of
the
New
Cartoonists...

Hey, all -- Be sure to read the earlier post today (Bava! Tim! Donna! Below!), as that's the big news today (well, to me, anyhoot) -- but as promised, here's some more links to the CCS sites & blogs the students have created.

It's a wide-open dreamspace, doorways to much inspiration, hard work and new voices and visions.

Don't be shy, check 'em out, and please, let them know what you think!

The ever-humble, ever-drawing JP Coovert keeps the ink flowing and comics glowing here, though they're having a bit of a prob with the site just now -- still, go have a peek, and make yourself known.

A bit closer to the apocalypse, ink-slinging Sean Ford spices this site with his distinctive fusions of darkness and light, ink and white.

Here be Chuck Forsman, whose canine Cerberus seems to keep Chuck from posting much; don't mind the pup, his bark is worse than his blog! -- ah, heck, his dog is guarding the blog, like I said, but you'll be OK. Check it out!

Stripy Green Tomato is the reservation Penina Gal hangs at in virtual space, and her site is pretty inventive -- take some time to navigate it, you'll not be sorry!

More tomorrow!

Another Sunday Morning...

... and another quartet of CCS students and their abundant weirdness & wonders:

(Part the Second of a Series)

BEWARE!

That which looks like it must be touched,
but should never ever be touched,
unless you want your finger
(nay, your entire arm! Your shoulder!
Your head!)
to sink deeper than expected
into the sticky
tar-baby-like

Insidious Interior Chambers of Chuck Forsman!

HOWL!

...at the Technicolor Yawn
spraying like a
ravaging geyser
from uncanny
& unknowable cavities,
spilling like a phlegm flume
of spendiforous colors
spiced with
giggly girl-sounds
awash with
vast vomitoriums
of glee and glamor,
splashing
every
orifice
of your being
with God-Awful gorgasms
of horrific hash-flashing
dry heaves
and gag-flexing
gorgeousities
of gooberous glowworms,
steaming-hot
and ready to serve as
fresh-spewn magma
flows from

The Ralphadelic Realms of Radical Chris Warren!

SCREAM!

...as your nerve endings feel the probing talons of,
your vertebrae crack and splinter
as your spinal fluid is displaced by,
your optic nerves are entangled with,
your marrow is supplanted
and your gums are unexpectedly massaged by
(even as your remaining tooth enamel is dissolved away by)

The Stupefying Subepidermal-Invasive Tentacled Extremities of Ross Wood Studlar (He Who Is Pictured But Unjustly Unnamed In Vermont Life This Month!)

SHRIEK!

...at that fruit of two loins,
that spill of paired cranial rubbings,
the abundance which only
collaborative coupling of brain cells can yield,

The Cerebal Spawn of David Giarratana (and James D'Amato, who is not of the CCS persuasion)!

Updated "Ebery Satuhdei, waka waka," so Dave sez.
Sorry, couldn't excerpt a panel, you get the whole digdanged page:

Have a great Sunday --
more posts later today,
as & if time permits.




Note: No rabbits.