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Thursday, April 12th, 2007

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    10:52a
    New Smithson!
    The theme music for this scene, as in all scenes featuring these characters, is "Cycling Is Fun" by Shonen Knife.

    http://www.smithsoncomic.com

    And thus ends Chapter 4. Brian's taking a couple of weeks off before we launch into Chapter 5, so I'll be filling in with my horrible drawings and even worse poetry.

    Oh, and don't miss this week's installment of The Chronicles of William Bazillion:

    http://www.webcomicsnation.com/andrew/bazillion/series.php

    Andrew and I will be at this year's Alternative Press Expo, April 21-22, sharing a table with the fundamentally unhinged Jason Thompson. I'll have copies of Narbonic Volumes 1-4 for sale, not to mention plush gerbils, and Andrew will have a brand-new minicomic set in the thrilling universe of William Bazillion, scripted by yours truly.

    All right! On to the Overlooked Manga Festival!

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    12:10p
    Kurt Vonnegut
    The first Vonnegut novel I read was Hocus Pocus, which--I swear I am not making this up--my mother bought for me to read at fourth-grade sleepaway camp. It was a last-minute purchase at Marc's discount store. I can still remember her pausing in front of the picked-over rack of paperbacks, flustered: "Here, this one's by Kurt Vonnegut. He's a good writer."

    My favorites are Galapagos and Slaughterhouse-Five. The ones I've read the most are probably Cat's Cradle and Breakfast of Champions, which I scrounged not long after Hocus Pocus and reread over and over while I was growing up.

    I have vivid memories of exactly where I was when I first read most of his books. Hocus Pocus is the cabin at camp, of course, at night under the covers with a flashlight and in the morning while the other girls dressed for breakfast and braided each other's hair. Breakfast of Champions is my aunt's cluttered attic in the summer heat. Welcome to the Monkey House is the floor of the high-school library. "Poo-tee-weet?" calls up a robin perched in the shelter of a snow-covered bush in Saint Stephen's Green, the only snow of the winter the year I was in Dublin. Galapagos makes me carsick.

    He was at the top of the list of people Andrew and I wanted to meet someday, just to thank him. It's strange and sad to think that we won't.

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