KNPR Interview

Dave Berns graciously invited me to the KNPR studio to talk to me about my artwork. It was a lot of fun, and I really appreciated the opportunity to share my ideas about cartooning!

Take a listen to the interview:

I love this store!

I don't normally like to promote retail stores, but when someone does a good business, provides decent prices, and treats me like they want my business no matter how small my order, well... I think they deserve a plug. I highly recommend Papermart.com for just about anything related to paper. I purchase all of my plastic bags from them, and for the standard price of shipping I always receive my order in two days--for you west coast folks out there, anyway. Anywho, I've consistently been impressed with the quality, service, ahttp://www.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gifnd speed of this company, and I hope you have the same experience as I did...

Humor Grafico

I'm not lying when I say that some of my comics are being published in a Spanish language newspaper in Green Bay, Wisconsin. It sounds like I'm lying, but I'm not. It's a long story, but here's a picture to prove it.

Originally, only my comics without dialogue were going to be published, but then I was asked to do a Superbowl specific comic featuring Brett Favre pulling his tricks out of his helmet. For all you readers of El Hispano out in Green Bay who also happen to be reading my blog regularly, sorry to spoil the surprise, but here's a sneak peek at January's comic. For you NON Spanish speakers out there, it reads, "I know there's a Superbowl in here somewhere."

Greg Thilmont is this really cool guy and Las Vegas Weekly reporter who supports First Friday Las Vegas, and he gets my jokes! He always has words of encouragement every time he visits First Friday, and he is one of Las Vegas' few genuine people. Check out his blog (especially the one that mentions Andy Slocum!).

Thank you, Greg, for your kindness and support of my artwork!

Click here to read Greg's article in the Las Vegas Weekly

Andy in August, 1974

Googling Myself

Thanks, Andy Slocum from Baltimore, for Googling our name and stumbling across my Tweeters! I'm glad I could make you laugh, and I'm glad you found me. The new measuring sticks for measuring my significance in the world are Google and website counters. Sad, sad, sad, but fun, fun, fun!

Duck, Duck, Goose

It's summer vacation. Time to draw, time to finish those home repairs that I kept putting off during the school year, time to get ready for a baby boy to be born in September. After some intense negotiations, our son will be named Christian Andrew Slocum, after his father. It's definitely going to be a boy. The nurse was impressed by his...err...anatomy. Easy to identify his sex, so to speak.

Natalie is beautiful pregnant. Not at all the crabby, bloated, demanding caricature of a pregnant wife. She remains petite, although hiding a basketball under her shirt. We were even worried about her lack of weight gain. "No problem," the OB insists, "the baby will take what he needs; you just keep eating those peanut butter smeared english muffins." He's kicking all the time. If I talk to him in a deep voice, he kicks forcefully. Hope I'm not scaring him. It's a little like tapping the aquarium glass to get the fish's attention. "You still in there?" I boom to her belly. "Things out here are just fine! I've almost got your room done, although we're still looking for a dresser to store all the clothes your grandmothers have been sending you. I'm going to get a crib mattress tomorrow, or maybe the day after; we'll see if I wake up in time to beat the noontime heat. That's all for now. Keep kicking!"

Natalie is going to be a beautiful mother. She's so worried about it, but I see the way she eagerly sorts the piles of baby paraphernalia already bestowed upon us by many people who love us, and somehow I know she'll be terrific. She's organized, loving, tender, smart, and everything she does revolves around a person we've never even met. I've already taken a back seat, but it's a beautiful drive, so I enjoy the scenery and gaze at her hands wrapped lovingly around her growing belly.

I'm surprised we're grown up so soon. People stare at us as if we're too young for this--especially at her. I want to shout, "I'm thirty-three, and my wife is twenty-seven! We're ready, and we're going to do a good job, and we're doing it on our own dime, not yours!" But I just let them stare. I pretend that we know something that they don't--fantasize that were really are ready, that we really do know what we're doing, we're not scared even a little bit, and that everything is going to be all right.