I actually got a worried piece of email from yesterday's blog about us shutting down the site, so let me reassure everyone that Wayfarer's Moon is not going anywhere. That was just an April Fool's joke.
Seriously.
However, out of curiousity, I looked up 'April Fools' Day' on Wikipedia and learned that nobody seems to know how it got started. It's just one of those weird little things that probably made complete sense when it began, but is now just a tradition.
Sort of like Larking Day, when you bury a fish (preferably freshwater) in your yard, spread playing cards atop it and then throw lard at the cards while firing guns into the air. Y'know, Larking Day.
Note: Larking Day is completely made up.
However, on a serious note, Leigh is busy getting the comic ready for our print order and has not had time to get a page done this week, though there should be one up next week.
Note: Larking Day would totally rock.
Cheers,
-Jason
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Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
An Announcement
It is with heavy heart, mainly from the cheeseburger I had last night, that I must announce that Wayfarer’s Moon will be on indefinite hiatus.
We (Leigh and I) have basically just come to a crossroads in our careers. I want to go left, he wants to go right, the car’s out of gas, and both of us need to pee.
For a long time, Leigh has dreamt of travelling America, bringing hope and aid to the downtrodden, the friendless, and the slightly sticky. He plans on wandering the highways and back roads, and using his formidable art skills to better the lives of those he meets. How exactly this is going to work is unknown, but probably something like this:
“Well, our house has been repossessed by the cruel and vindictive sheriff, the barn’s burned down, the well’s been filled with instant oatmeal, and the crops have failed.”
“It’ll be okay, pop. That portly stranger left us this piece of paper!”
“Is it the deed to our house or proof that the mayor’s corrupt?”
“Nope, it’s a picture of a busty woman in a chainmail bikini with an axe.”
“Sweet!”
As for me, now that I’ve finally reached puberty, I plan on giving up the soloist position in the boy’s choir and striking out to seek my fortune in Hollywood. I don’t have any actual talents or skills, aside from juggling women’s shoes, but I feel confident that I can find something along the lines of Executive Producer.
Cheers,
-Jason
P.S. April Fools (obviously)
We (Leigh and I) have basically just come to a crossroads in our careers. I want to go left, he wants to go right, the car’s out of gas, and both of us need to pee.
For a long time, Leigh has dreamt of travelling America, bringing hope and aid to the downtrodden, the friendless, and the slightly sticky. He plans on wandering the highways and back roads, and using his formidable art skills to better the lives of those he meets. How exactly this is going to work is unknown, but probably something like this:
“Well, our house has been repossessed by the cruel and vindictive sheriff, the barn’s burned down, the well’s been filled with instant oatmeal, and the crops have failed.”
“It’ll be okay, pop. That portly stranger left us this piece of paper!”
“Is it the deed to our house or proof that the mayor’s corrupt?”
“Nope, it’s a picture of a busty woman in a chainmail bikini with an axe.”
“Sweet!”
As for me, now that I’ve finally reached puberty, I plan on giving up the soloist position in the boy’s choir and striking out to seek my fortune in Hollywood. I don’t have any actual talents or skills, aside from juggling women’s shoes, but I feel confident that I can find something along the lines of Executive Producer.
Cheers,
-Jason
P.S. April Fools (obviously)
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