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The Tom Cherry Experience

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

The Last Day

Gina Smart is the one responsible for the drawing. She entitled it, Curtis and His Cat Felipe. Gina is currently accepting commissions.

Today, of course, is the last day of 2008. This hasn’t been the greatest year for me. There was a death in the family, financial difficulties, unplanned expenses, family health issues, and just plain bad luck. It’s been the type of year that could easily drive a man to permanently sing the blues (My blues name? Mudbelly.) so I won’t be too crestfallen to see 2008 come to an end. Here’s hoping its predecessor is kinder to a fat cartoonist. And to us all!

One of the benefits of Christmas is knowing the Austinites will be back in town. Tim, Brad, and Emily safely made it back the Sunday before Christmas and each have had a whirlwind schedule of catching up with family and friends ever since. On a cool note, Tim and Brad wanted to film something while they were here so I whipped up a little script and we filmed a short featuring our Fanboyz characters, Max Wray and Riley “Wiley” James. We shot around Ball State and in Bob’s Comic Castle (Thanks again, Trent!) with the help of the always-dependable Jon Sipes.

The shoot went smoothly and we finished a lot faster than we expected. It was fun, too. I think I’ve mentioned it several times in the past how I missed filming Those Funky Idiots for public access so it was sweet to play behind and in front of the camera again. Tim is hoping to edit our efforts and post the episode online in the near future!

On another cool note, my recent Christmas minicomic got reviewed at Optical Sloth.

Happy New Year!

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Tuesday, December 23, 2008

TFI: Christmas Classics

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Saturday, December 20, 2008

TFI: Dead Mail Walking

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Thursday, December 18, 2008

Alfred P. Snackems

Nick Grove is the one responsible for the drawing. He is currently accepting commissions.

I’ve been mailing out my Christmas comics. If you would like one, just tell me so!

During my lunch break, I slipped on some ice at work and went kerplop! I had my car keys in my hand at the time and they went in one direction while I went in another. It took me about five minutes to find the little rascals since it was dark outside and everything. End of story.

Long John Silvers is dead to me. At least, the one on Wheeling.

It’s a week from Christmas and I have yet to drag out my Christmas CDs. Should I really bother at this point? As for any shopping, don’t make me laugh!

I guess another ice storm is heading our way. Goody.

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Sunday, December 14, 2008

General Movie Musing

Marge Gunderson is probably one of my favorite movie characters of all time.

On a similar note, any movie where the main character ends up with Frances McDormand in the end is a good movie.

Anybody else ever wish there was a real Jack Rabbit Slim? I’m really in the mood for a five dollar shake.

Speaking of Pulp Fiction, I’m always disappointed Kathy Griffith doesn’t get shot in that one scene she’s in. Have I ever mentioned that before?

They’ve been running those old Disney live action movies from the sixties and seventies on TCM lately. I caught the first twenty minutes or so of The Barefoot Executive last weekend. This is the one that starred a babyfaced Kurt Russell and a chimpanzee that predicted TV hits. Watching the opening credits brought back memories of all the Disney movies I saw as a kid. All of them seemed to open with a catchy, but unmemorable theme song, sung by the uniform and peppy Disney studio singers as the credits flash by in that same font Sherwood Schwartz used for his shows. Character actors like Richard Deacon, Harry Morgan, Mary Wickes and Dick Van Patten usually are somewhere in the cast. And they never featured any blood which always scored points with me as a young filmgoer.

When I was eight or nine, I was always afraid there would be something scary or bloody in any movie I went to see. I think this fear started after I saw Taxi Driver at an impressionable age. After that, my hands were always prepared to escape from the popcorn bucket to cover my eyes in case something gruesome was about to happen. Even so, this plan of attack never prepared me for Monty Python and The Holy Grail. I remember actually turning around in my seat and looking at the back rows of the movie theater with my hands covering my ears during the scene with the Black Knight losing his limbs and gushing geysers of blood. Was crying involved? I don’t remember, but I wouldn’t be surprised.

Movies still make me cry. I saw Captains Courageous a few nights ago and, yes, I did tear up when Spencer Tracy died. A movie that starred Freddie Bartholomew (You know, that slightly insufferable kid actor from the thirties with that upper class English accent) made my eyes wet. How sad is that? At least, I didn’t cover my ears.

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Thursday, December 11, 2008

TFI: Treehouse

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