Back in.. the saddle.. again..! Yes, folks, we’ve got Levi back in action, taking on the full task of drawing AND writing Baujahr, and thank goodness for it! Not that I don’t love putting my words in his angry little[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
And thus ends my (initial) run as Baujahr’s C0-Writer. My job was to help bring the little guy back from the dead… without “bringing him back from the dead.” But it left some things open for play later, I think,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
This week, on a very special Baujahr… I promise, we won’t overrun you with “awwwww” moments. Figure once every 70 strips or so. Tops. Baujahr goes back to being his weird, angry self by Friday. There you go… something[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Previous Jeff is going off to play Nintendo??? How far in the past is this? Unless it’s Mega Man. Those original games were the best.
There’s a lot of levels where this is disturbing (says the guy who wrote it, so I should know). But nothing is as disturbing to me as Baujahr feeding that last little morsel of himself to Pickles. Poor Pickles… You[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
One of the things Levi and I talked about when we decided how to bring Baujahr back (without “resurrecting” him, which Levi was hoping to avoid) was how his drawing Jeff had evolved over time. They looked just different enough[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Somewhere around… oh, we’ll say 18 years ago, because it’s that’s not exactly right, it’s certainly not far off… I was working in what was my absolute dream job. I was managing a comic shop. It was, in fact,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I know Jeff sure as heck didn’t. Things are about to get… weird.
I’m getting antsy. See… I know what’s coming up in Baujahr. Partly because these strips are a year old (published in Flint Comix). But also because I co-wrote them! See, you knew there had to be some reason why I was[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I’m starting to think Baujahr looks like he should be a set of Russian Nesting Baujahrs, sitting there under Jeff’s arm. You open him up, there’s a smaller, less charred Baujahr. Then another, and another. Until finally there’s a pea-sized[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
