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Summer Sloth, Sort Of


It’s summer time and the living is easy. “Unoriginal thought” you say? “Sounds like I’ve heard that one before” you’re saying to yourselves. “Is he off the wagon again?” you’re wondering as you rifle through your emails in the hopes of deleting stuff that evaded the hi tech filters?

Well, there is an explanation for the Porgy and Bess quote. I am feeling the effects of work and summer and now vacation all coalescing into a big ball of laziness. I have indeed been remiss in my duties to provide you and the rest of the Internet with the finest humor that I can muster after a sugar high and a sleepless night. However, this short post and attached sketch will prove to you that I am alive and well, I am on vacation, and that I have embraced a summer sloth with the intensity of an emotionally unstable person gripping the handles on a roller coaster car as it climbs the heights before plummeting into a g-force-induced vomit-fest.

I am cooking, grilling, slicing, preparing and chopping all manner of ingredients almost daily for me and the family. I’m also managing to eat foods that fall into either the category of “tasty and all natural” or into the “may cause genetic damage and shortened lifespan” category, so you can see little has changed on that front.

But it isn’t for lack of original ideas and plot lines that I am slow to create new illustrations and stories. Ideas I have aplenty, even if they are the fevered creation of a man whose own children say “Dad, uh, you know you’re a little offbeat, don’t you.” So be prepared for new characters, stories that will make you chuckle and guffaw (in private, of course). Just give me a couple of weeks to get my butt back in front of the computer.

And I’ll be tanned and fit when I do. Ok, just tanned.

Forever yours (until a better offer comes along),

Master of the martial arts (like painting with my toes) Jonah van Damme

Games Night for the Stupid

Stanko & Tibor Games Night

Well, the comic that spawned a hate mail campaign is back from the dead. OK, that’s too much. It’s back from a prolonged vacation, induced by a period of overwork, overstress, and undersleep. Probably some other over-unders, but I’ll let the bookies guess at those.

This installment of the finest comic extant brings us back to our roots, that of social get-togethers, of games where we played happily, where we could just plain have fun. And what does dad go and do? Well, read the comic and find out. I am not here to spoon feed you, you know.

Speaking of dads, tonight he and my mom celebrate their 51st wedding anniversary, so here is your present, mom and dad. Happy anniversary.  Your cheap-o son couldn’t come up with anything better. Maybe I’ll make you a dinner. I’ll not go into the litany of nasty jokes and crude one-liners my father has up his sleeve for just these occasions. I’ll just say this: Dad, I can’t find my bag. The rest is up to you.

I can’t say as I was overly happy with the style of the cartoon, but seeing as I hadn’t put electronic pen to silicon tablet in over 4 weeks (!!), you’ll excuse my rustiness and bulky style. I will endeavor to not let such a long period of non-comic-related activity happen again unless forced to cease via court order, or some guy wielding an axe.

This installment, however, is a one off, it’s a joke I have wanted to do for many months and was lying around my gmail inbox, hiding away for the right time to use it. I couldn’t find a right time, so I chose now. But I have many a storyline waiting for publication and what’s more, I have decided in a chocolate cookie, sugar-induced high that when the 50th episode of Stanko & Tibor is published, I will gather my gems and publish a book of them for all to consume (or use as a fire log). When that time comes, I will alert you. You have been warned.

Much love to all two of you who asked for me to keep on cartooning, but I think you were dangerously low on your medication.

Keep reading, keep the faith, and keep sending me money.