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5 thoughts on “Issue 22 Cover

  1. Dr. Norman (not a real doctor)

    Ooohhh … He looks – desperate.

  2. No hat. He lost his hat. Which had a lot of his personality. Alert! Alert! We have a Lost Hat emergency! This is Not a Drill! Alert! Alert!

  3. Hang in there, I’m a retired fireman, and those pictures/videos have me sweating… The closest thing to a forest fire I ever fought was when a stupid tried to burn raked leaves on a windy day. 4 houses! Mostly grass and bush fires but, yeah.

  4. Good news, we are back at home and there was a home to return to. It’s been a crazy week and a serious near miss seeing as several other homes on our block burned. Terrible stuff but the Ranch persists.

    1. Welcome back.
      My mom’s whole town, Monrovia, seems to have survived so far, too, but it ain’t over yet.

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Issue 22 Cover

Traditional post-issue comic cover! Episode 23 is currently TBA but we're hoping to have the first page out on January 22nd so as to not leave y'all hanging from the proverbial cliff for too long.

[1/9/2025 NOTICE: Some of you may know we live in the Greater L.A. Area and if you've heard about the wildfires here: yep, we're currently evacuated from our home and still unsure as to its fate. We grabbed our computers and backup drives so whatever happens we still have our files, but definitely expect some delays and cross your fingers that the worst we're going to end up having to do is throw food out of the fridge due to power loss.]

[1/11/2025 UPDATE: Good news, we are back at home and there was a home to return to. It's been a crazy week and a serious near miss seeing as several other homes on our block burned. Terrible stuff but the Ranch persists.]

[1/22/2025 UPDATE: In the post-fire chaos we forgot to mention, no comic this week. Things are intact but there's still cleanup of smoke and ash to do, insurance to wrangle, etc. We had a really close call.

Since we're between issues anyhow we're going to push the start date of Episode 23 back to February 26th. Gives us some room to breathe (literally!).]

Graduation day

I’ll admit, physically Dawn and I have been feeling cruddy for the last few days. It’s like we’re getting the “con crud” ahead of the convention this time instead of after it. Still, I can reach over now and hold in my hands the 200-page published trade paperback collection of our comic book. I can do a search for Zombie Ranch on Amazon.com and bam! There we are. This weekend as we sit down behind our table at the seventh annual Long Beach Comic Con, we’re going to have the books for sale to Ye Publick for the first time. That’s all kind of amazing to think about. Sometimes we joke about how the comic is our “child”, and if I ran with our comparison we could think of our debut online and at the 1st LBCC in 2009 as the occasion of its birth. This, then, would be like seeing that kid graduate college. I mean, if our kid were graduating college at Age 6, which is one of the ways the metaphor falls apart. The sense of pride (and time and money and effort spent) is undeniable, though, even if it’s not really comparable. I really feel like we’ve reached a positive milestone, and that’s a great feeling to have. Of course, as many college graduates find out, graduation doesn’t guarantee victory in life. Even as we reach further, Dawn and I try to be very careful with our expectations and not get too heady with any idea of success. I expect that this weekend’s debut of the trade will sell maybe 5 copies at most to people we don’t know. I am ready and willing to be proven wrong, but if we sell absolutely none at all beyond fulfilling Kickstarter backers and friends who missed out on the Kickstarter for whatever reason, I am prepared for that. Pride in achievement is a very subjective thing, and if I wanted to get back to the parent thing, well, mom is far more likely to pin their kindergartner’s first drawing to the family fridge than The New Yorker is to feature it in their magazine. Unless maybe mom runs The New Yorker. Mine, while a lovely and very capable woman, does not. On the other hand, I still like to think this product came together well enough that I can unashamedly ask thirty dollars for it. It’s entirely possible that not too many people out there will agree, which is understandable, especially if they don’t know us or our work. But for now I want the “kid” to know that its parents, at least, are proud and glad to know it’s here.