Bullfinch.

GRAAAHKALRAHARG.  That’s the sound I’ve been making most of the day.  The sound a cartoonist makes when they don’t get their strip up on time.  Nothing earth shattering happened, just a thousand little things.  A newly acquired car needed to be registered which involved DMV time, and the older car dropped it’s muffler while a family member was on her way to work.  Which meant getting people to school and work and multiple cars to different locations.  With a little help I was able to sort everything out and get some drawing done in the meantime.

I spent the weekend at Chiller Theater in New Jersey which is a Horror convention that Mike Raicht and Th3rdworld we’re attending.  Obviously not a great place to promote my webcomic, so I was there to hang out most of the time.  The Th3rdworld guys have a bunch of horror themed comics and did a great job of selling and promoting them.  I spent time with odd people and fringe celebrities in the meantime and at night we watched bad horror movies and played MarioKart 64 (I won the grand championship, of course).