A Snob

I think I’ve become a running snob.

Wait, let me back up a bit.

I’ve been running for about a year and a half now and aside from the muscle pain, foot pain, calf pain, general pain, and just the sheer boredom of running on a treadmill, I’m having a marvelous time.

Now, in that year and a half, I’ve collected a set of what I call my ‘running gear.’ This is to differentiate that set of clothes from my ‘gaming gear,’ ‘kung-fu gear,’ and most importantly, my ‘ice-cream coma in front of the TV gear.’

Now, my running gear is a miracle of science. My shirt not only weighs nothing, but it somehow makes the sweat go away. No, I don’t know where it goes, but if Cthulhu awakens and he smells like old feet and bananas, my bad. The shorts are much like the shirt, save that the holes are in different places. My shoes are so light that it’s like strapping bouncy clouds on your feet.

In short, science has created a set of running clothes so advanced that I’ve had to put a note on my door that reads ‘Are we wearing clothes?’ to avoid walking out of the house naked.

NOTE: It used to read ‘Am I wearing clothes,’ but I would read the note and then say “of course not, you’re a note.” Needless to say, there was a lot of screaming at the gym accompanied by the authorities shooting me roughly 28 times with tranquilizer darts. I woke up at the zoo. Yes, I’m that hairy.

Which, to come full circle, is why I’ve become a snob.

I realized this when I came home today and realized I’d forgotten to wash my running gear the night before and thus, had no scientifically advanced, micro-fiber,  sweat-eating clothes to wear. I briefly considered simply not running, as to do so without my (possibly) bullet-repellent, odor-eating running gear was inconceivable.

And yes, I do know what the word means.

I then realized I was not getting any fitter just standing around, so I threw on a pair of old shorts and a cotton t-shirt and ‘roughed it’ for the run.

Strangely enough, I completed my run without dying or even losing a limb, so I guess all the pheromone-emitting, non-Euclidian, running gear in the world can’t really replace just doing it.

I did smell like a Tauntaun though. Specifically the bits on the inside.

Cheers,

-Jason

News - Both Good and Bad

Well, as some of you might have noticed, the comic has not updated in about a month or so. There is a very long, dramatic explanation as to why this has happened. Hint: ninjas.

Actually, no. The explanation is quite simply that Leigh has simply not had the time between his (increasing) work and family obligations to get much done. And in all honesty, that situation is probably not going to change in the near future.

So, the bad news: we're going on a hiatus.

Now, I realize that some of you are rolling your eyes and/or cursing as you go to delete Wayfarers from your favorites, but the good news is that we are actively looking for an artist to replace Leigh and continue the comic.

Obviously, we want someone good and reasonably priced, so the search may take a while. So, we're not dead, we're just sleeping.

NOTE: if you're an artist who would love to work on Wayfarer's Moon, email us at mail@wayfarersmoon.com, ideally with a link to your portfolio. If we like your stuff, we'll get in touch.

As a side note, I have no intention of letting Wayfarer's die. I have promised on several occasions that I would not leave everyone hanging, so if the Wayfarer's comic is not viable, then I will write Wayfarer's the novel and put it up somewhere for everyone to read. There's a lot of cool stuff that's going to happen and trust me, I'm dying to tell the story.

Now, the good news:

The blogs will continue. A poor substitute for the comic, I know, but if you like hearing about my adventures with ninjas and my random observations on life, they will continue.

The other good news:

After much thought, I have decided to self-publish Art the Wanderer. A cover is being worked on right now and ideally, it will be on Amazon and a few other e-publishers in a couple months. And for those of you without e-readers, there is an app you can download so you can read it on your computer. I may also print a limited run of copies that you'll be able to buy at cons.

I also happen to be working on a sequel, so there should be more Art goodness in the next year.

So, keep watching the blog and I'll occasionally let you know how things are going in between telling you stories of how I almost knocked myself out changing the sheets.

And one last thing: please don't email us to tell us we suck. Wayfarer's Moon is a labor of love for us and we did not come to this decision lightly. We love it enough that we're trying to find a way to keep it going, even though Leigh can no longer commit to regularly drawing it.

Arrows will fly. Enemies, and sadly, some friends, will fall. And in the end, the world will be a better place because of two women who refused to give up.

Iri and Lily will return.

Promise.

Cheers,
-Jason

Burger Glue

Without a doubt, burgers are one of my favorite foods. If I try a new restaurant, the first thing I get is always a burger, with the logic that if they can’t do a burger right, I’m not going to trust them to do anything else.

Now everyone knows that the burger is one of mankind’s oldest foodstuffs. Early hunter-gatherer’s made primitive burgers out of mammoth, which they roasted over an open fire. Coincidentally, this is the first known barbeque as well. Burgers are mentioned in several great works, including Beowulf, the Canterbury Tales, several of Shakespeare’s plays, and issue #4 of Batman.

NOTE: The preceding paragraph is completely untrue.

So, unsurprisingly, I found myself at a burger place for lunch last Saturday and I ordered my usual: a tripe decker with extra cheese and only one slice of bacon, as I’m trying to lose some weight. However, after the third bite, a tragedy occurred. I had a burger explosion. All the meat went out the back end and I found myself holding two pieces of heavily condimented bread.

I said a bad word that rhymes with ‘harpsichord’ and attempted to reintegrate my lunch into something resembling a proper burger. This was not particularly successful and I had to resort to using a knife and fork.

“Harpsichord!” I said to myself as I ate. “What I need is some sort of burger glue.”

I paused, mid-bite, to ponder this idea. Not only would burger glue make consuming a burger an even better experience, it would also make a great name for a band.

Now, I’m not calling this ‘yet another great idea’ as I have no idea how to achieve it. I’m thinking we need to invent some sort of sticky yet delicious condiment that would hold the burger together as well as enhance the flavor. Something like Elmer’s Mustard or Krazy Ketchup.

Anyway, somebody out there needs to figure this one out, as it will revolutionize the burger industry.

Oh, and if you use ‘Burger Glue’ for your band name, I get 10%.

Cheers,

-Jason