July 20th: “Henrietta Schulz, Modern Architect”

Le comic est done (subtitle: “Paint it Grey”). Sometimes a banana is not a banana, and sometimes a comic is not, uh, non-esoteric, but there you go. Sometimes you go to a war museum in Manchester and you think to yourself, “the guy who designed this place should be whipped naked through the streets of Aberdeen.” Sometimes you spend all weekend watching Blackadder DVDs instead of leaving the house. Uh, look, I’ll see you next week alright?

–Rowntree

July 13th: “Down at the Job Interview”

This week’s strip is dedicated to anyone who’s ever tried to get a job. It is also anti-dedicated to the dirty fucker who stole my bike on friday (that’s Toronto for you). I rudely gesture in your general direction, asshole. Anyway, this week’s comic is also dedicated to my friend Johnny “the Flying Pirahna” Fontaine (he knows who he is), who is going under the knife to repair some damage from a minor tiger attack. Well, not really, but he knows what I’m talkin’ about, so this one’s fer you, J. As for me, uh…well, that’s it for me. I’m off to the bike shop.

–Rowntree

July 6th: “Hypothetical Situation”

New comic now available.

–Rowntree

June 29th: “o–o”

Job done for another week. Jesus christ am I ever glad I replaced my old computer. No more waiting around for seven hours in Paint Shop while the processor leisurely eases itself off its bar stool and slowly crunches a few numbers here and there in between schooners of absinthe. It’s all lightning-quick and molasses-free now. Or something. Look, I feel obliged to type something here, so there you have it: another snapshot of an International Man of Action, coloring his weirdo comics with a little magic box. Until next time…

–Rowntree

June 22nd: “In Defense of Weird”

Another day, another comic that stopped making sense on friday but by then it was too late to think of something else so here it is as preceded and described by this sentence which you might say is maybe a run-on sentence but who’s to say what is and isn’t a run-on sentence in this world of grey areas and blurred lines and comics that don’t make sense even to the person who drew them which is too bad because it’s his birthday tomorrow and he really should take one day a year to feel quasi-pseudo-good about himself. Oh yeah, and I bought me a new PC, hence much setting-up and downloading and installing and so on, hence the lateness of this week’s installment of the comic. Switching computers is pretty much just as bad as switching apartments, I’m finding, but at least I finally replaced my 10-year old monitor–which will result in a different look to the coloring of the comic, perhaps, because the brightness/contrast/whatever settings are all different now. Oh well, at least i’m not subconsciously inserting Chad Kroeger into my comics!! J’ACCUSE, Penny Arcade!!!

–Rowntree

June 15th: “Pizza Hut Sphynx”

This week’s comic now available in the usual place.

Other site updates this week:

Fixed up the About page and also the Links page, so, uh, oh boy howdy and all that. Well, that’s it for me this week.

–Rowntree

PS: It says “You Are Breakfast.”

Subnormality for June 8th

New comic is finished. I like most of the movies mentioned, incidentally, and I definitely love two of the three filmmakers referenced (two thumbs down, Spielberg), so don’t get me wrong or anything. I saw that new Iron Man movie, as that was the big superhero comic I read as a kid, and I’ve gotta say the movie was a hell of a lot better than the comics. Wow, Tony Stark actually has a personality now! Neat. I wish they’d made actually good Marvel films when I was 14 years old and might have been more excited. Still, it was a decent two hours at the theatre, and bald-beard Jeff Bridges was hilarious. Unconvincing acting on the part of the people playing military personnel though. That one F-22 pilot was kind of distractingly terrible, but never mind. In other news, me, myself, and I have some cameo action in the new “Bananaglass” comic, which you can see below (click the image for the full comic). Drawing me being disgusted by Nickelback is definitely one way to get on my good side, although my appetite for ice cream has been taking a beating this month. Cheerio for now.

–Rowntree

Subnormality for June 1st

I make comics. Here is one. Next week: another one. This is me being enthusiastic.

–Rowntree

Subnormality for May 25th

Finished this week’s Subnormality. You don’t plan jokes like this–they just kind of happen when you’re standing there waiting for a bus and an eighteen wheeler with giant pictures of ice cream cones on it drives up and stops at a red light ten feet away from you. Oh yeah, and I don’t really have anything against the Ewoks.

–Rowntree

Ich Habe Keine Local Appearances

Just a quick note for those in the Toronto area: I will not be doing any convention appearances this year. I realize that literally no-one cares, but I felt like typing something so there y’go.  Anyway, those crooks at Hobbystar keep jacking up the price of tables at the august Fan Expo, so the event can now be categorized as Not Fucking Worth It. In addition, the event no longer caters in any meaningful regard to a comic-book audience, which was well-evident at last year’s event when business in the Artist’s Alley plummeted to half of previous years. People came for the video game olympics or whatever the fuck it was, not for the Small Press. Not Fucking Worth It. As for the Paradise Comics show, it suffers from the opposite problem: it’s TOO focused on comics. Mainstream superhero comics, that is, so nobody there wants to look at my indie-comics junk. Plus I don’t ever want to be in the same building as Dave Sim again. And besides, I have no new comics to sell, and besides that I Hate doing conventions. I can’t sit still for that long without going completely mad. It’s exhausting, too, for some reason. Plus the Audience is online anyway. More and more the worlds of webcomics and print comics are the Two Solitudes of sequential art (anticipatory counterpoint: no they aren’t).  Okay, that’s just about enough of that. As you were.

–Rowntree