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Goodbye Lewiston Idaho

Greetings from the Wrangler Bar & Grill, Lewiston, Idaho. See the image up there on top of this blog entry? That’s their logo, as depicted on the mirror behind the bar. The bar itself is nice, a classic wooden style from, probably, the early 20th century, somewhat retrofitted for its place in a bar in a strip mall that was probably built in the 1990s. We’re in the non-smoking bar, having passed through a noxious, nostalgic cloud of cigarette smoke in the smoking bar. I remember this, what it used to smell like to enter a bar, what it felt…

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Arguing with 9/11 truthers

“How much is BIG BROTHER paying you to spout his lies?” This was the text of a direct Facebook message from a friend-of-friend 9/11 truther who apparently got sick of arguing with me in public and thought he could bait me into duking it out privately, with an insult so bizarre that I’m not sure whether I’m more annoyed or amused. (Lie. I’m more annoyed, obviously, which is why I’m writing this, in order to tip the balance toward being amused.) How much is big brother paying me? What kind of question even is that? What answer are you looking for,…

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Goth House: Goth House Thinks about War

Originally published March 20, 2003. The first panel is because I interrupted an ongoing storyline with all the Goth House characters reimagined as supervillains, in order to write about the Iraq Invasion. The first phrase “I rarely get topical with the comic” doesn’t mean that I rarely got political. Mocking the religious right was always a feature, for example. However, when I started the comic I imagined it taking place in a timeless sort of gothic punk world, reminiscent of Edward Gorey’s work. Only his world stops around 1953 and mine stopped around 1983. ——— I rarely get topical with…

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Christmas time is here again

I started writing this on December 17, the day after Paul and I traveled to Bellingham for the 20th(!) Clambake Christmas Special. We got to see long-time favorites Clambake, punk rock kids Secondhand Suits, the reunion tour of the Fabulous Bakettes, and the Dirty Bird Cabaret, which included both a classic fan dance and a kick line. AND! AND! Bellingham had some kind of cosplay/meetup/flash mob Krampus-related thing going on, so around midnight the Shakedown filled up with A MILLION KRAMPUSES. Totally worth it. But (if you’re sick of my political rants, stop reading now) part of why I was…

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Donald Trump is literally The Antichrist, maybe

There’s one theory about Donald Trump’s victory in the presidential contest that I haven’t seen floated much yet: maybe he’s The Antichrist. If he is, white evangelicals missed it. More than eighty percent of them voted for him. In fact, since the 2016 election was so close, they probably provided him with an absolutely crucial margin of victory. Is it possible that the very people who made The Antichrist a thing forty years ago, who told us exactly what to look for and what was going to happen, not only missed his rise to power, but are largely responsible for it? Looking…

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Writing at the end of the world: NaNoWriMo 2016

Some of you know that the publisher of Waking Up Naked in Strange Places went out of business — it was last year, but let’s just call it this year, because 2016 deserves it. I’ve been going through the usual struggles of “hey, what do you do when your publisher goes out of business, anyway?” My decision was to bring out the first novel and its two planned sequels as self-published books, and I started studying how to do that. But of course, the first thing I had to do with the two sequels was write them. Book 2 (current title:…

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Nicer

Over Orycon weekend I surprised myself by getting really angry while talking to a nice, well-meaning person who I like a lot. Both of us are opponents of Trump, troubled about how to move forward, and committed to resisting fascism. She was talking about Thanksgiving, and the prospect of getting along with Trumpist relatives, and expressed a desire to seek understanding, common ground, etc. Sentiments I hear a lot. We can’t let this divide us forever. We are still people, Americans, all together, aren’t we? How can we move forward if we just write the other side off? My response:…

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Shutting up, sitting down, making peace

When you were a kid, and you found out about the Nazis, did you fantasize that, if you  had been there, you would have been really heroic? Hiding Anne Frank in your attic, that sort of thing? I know I did. Most of us did. I was a baby evangelical and we liked to think of ourselves as true warriors on the side of good, utterly fearless in our commitment to do what was right, no matter the consequences, because we knew our reward in heaven was assured. We knew that we would never let that sort of thing happen…

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I was hoping I wouldn’t have to write this

Believe me America, you’re going to regret this. Half of you already do, if the protests across major American cities yesterday were any indication. Are those going to die down? Are people going to settle in eventually and just accept a wildly incompetent crotch-grabber endorsed by the KKK as their president? The New York Times yesterday seemed to think we should. They published an editorial that said we “owe” it to the gibbering mountebank to “give him a chance.” No. We don’t. In fact. I don’t owe him jack. Neither do you. He owes us. That’s what it means to be…

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