Not long ago, a reader asked me if I would do a story line about Rob’s job. Specifically, if I would shake things up a little. Years ago, I had done just that — made the poor guy lose his job. Luckily, he got a new one, and all was well. For a while. For a long, LONG while, apparently.
For those who live in or near Flint, Michigan, I’ll be speaking at the Flint Public Library at 1 pm on Saturday, Oct 17. Click here for detailed info. I’ll have books to sell and sign afterward. Come say hello — I’m pretty friendly and I give a mean PowerPoint.
No, not literally. But as time keeps ticking away, it feels like my brain cells are slowly but surely leeching out of my head. And I know I’m not alone. I have smart, curious, well-read friends, and they assure me they’re as brain damaged as I am.
All part of being middle aged.
Pajama Diaries has been known to push the envelope in the sex department (oops, I’m not supposed to say “sex” ). In today’s world, these strips would be rated PG, not R. But in the funnies — which are still a bit…shall we say traditional — they might as well be pornographic.
My strip is relationship and family-based. Sex is an honest and intrinsic part of marriage (one would hope), so it follows that the characters Jill and Rob would occasionally engage in it. I tend to write from the viewpoint of how “intimacy” fits into their busy schedules. I figure it’s representational of most modern couples and an honest and funny aspect of PD.
Remember 2013’s Graphic Design Tales? I had so much fun writing them, I brought ’em back. If you don’t recall those strips, click here for the blog post: “My Love Letter to Freelancers.”
In the meantime enjoy a few that I’ve written for 2015 (click to enlarge):
“The Tales” arc runs for two weeks. It continues my homage to freelancers like Jill, who face a myriad of stumbling blocks in their profession…like clients. Well, not all clients certainly, but some who haven’t done their homework or ask the right questions. This makes for some very fun material, of course.
Yep, here we go again. If you’re a long-time PD reader, you probably know about Jill’s (and my) weird platelet back story. If not, you can catch up at my ancient blog post, “Blood disorders and all that gooey nonsense.”
To sum it up, I have “Essential Thrombocytosis,” or “E.T.” (please, spare me the alien jokes). It basically means my bone marrow produces too many platelets. To read about the myriad of symptoms E.T. can produce (and believe me, it’s one of the more benign blood disorders), click here. And for the record, I do not have bloody stool.
Since Pajama Diaries’ inception in 2004 (mind you, it didn’t launch until ’06), I’ve kept the strip pretty apolitical. But I’ve been consistent about cross-party social issues…especially when it comes to parental rights in the U.S.
(click to enlarge:)
I’ve done a LOT of reading over the years…from “Perfect Madness” to a jillion news articles and the like. The only thing that’s really changed is I’ve gotten more
bitchy upset about the lack of progress.
I turned 45 this month. Coincidentally, so did my character, Jill. Weird, huh?
Until my 40’s, I hadn’t written too many age gags. Here and there, maybe. Now I feel like a good quarter of my cartoons are age-related. In fact, out of curiosity, I did the math on my May strips. Just as I suspected, an average of two per week are age-related. Oy. I sense an ongoing trend.