Wondermark in the wild

I’m always pleased when folks write (or Twitter) showing me how they’re enjoying their Wondermark tangibles, or (especially) how the folks they’ve gifted them to are enjoying them! This comes courtesy of Jeff, who has very handsomely framed one of my prints for his brother William:

I am not sure if William is cosplaying as the character in the comic or if I simply channeled him as I made it. (Minor note: this is an older style of comic print; the ones I offer now are somewhat larger and come unsigned.)

Twitter’s also great for getting these sorts of notifications — here are some other pics folks have slung my way recently (click each for their source):

KABAM

POW

LOOKIT THAT

AMAZING

CLASS THAT PLACE RIGHT UP

A longtime fan!

UHH…KABAPP (running out of onomatopoeias here)

Lastly, this picture of “Bones” comes from Erin, a medical librarian at the Northeast Georgia Medical Center (and recipient of a Thanksgiving Project book), proving that there is in fact a place for my personal unlicensed-and-highly-specious brand of medicine in today’s medical establishment:

Finally, Davey has someone to play with.

Thanks for the pics, everyone! And if you have (or can take) pictures of yourself or others sporting any manner of Wondermark accoutrement, please send them to pics[at]topatoco.com — we love seeing that stuff, and it helps future customers see what the goods actually look like on living, breathing, flesh-and-blood human beings! (Nothing personal, there, Bones.)

2009 Errata

During our year-end review, we have discovered a number of factual errors in comics published in 2009. Please find our corrections below.

#567; O Selfless Saviors
It is an overstatement to say that no children have ever been poisoned by Halloween treats. In 1964, a woman handed out pellets of ant poison masquerading as treats; in 1974 a father gave his son a candy straw filled with cyanide. However, the man was using Halloween as a cover to kill his child, and the woman’s treats were clearly labeled and intended as a dark comment on the treat tradition. Thus, the point stands.

#526; In which it Hardly Matters
International Crossword Standards & Practices Union rules prohibit this pattern of blank squares from appearing in a regulation puzzle.

#523; In which Vince achieves Victory
Vince’s minor repair job did not actually require a wrench. It could have been accomplished with pliers.

#510; In which Rob tries to read
Rob also reads to earn fundraising pledges in his school’s Read-A-Thon.

#509; In which a Horn is overt
Sebastian did, in fact, take a lil’ blow. Just to see what would happen.

#485; The Australian Butler
Dinner was not actually ready.

Wondermark regrets the errors.

See also: 2008 Errata

Nice try, Pottery Barn

I was doing some Christmas shopping this week, trawling the ol’ mall, and discovered, in the charming little family-owned boutique known as Pottery Barn, a series of reproduction antique globes, carefully crafted with strange woods, metals and lines to give the impression of being “authentically old-timey” and thus interesting, but also brought fully and boringly up-to-date to reflect modern global political boundaries. These globes are now totally and utterly 100% accurate in every way.

nice. try.

oh wait

p.s. if you don’t get it

Qlassic Qhristmas Qomics

Merry Christmas, Christmas-celebrators out there! Here are some of my favorite Christmas-themed Wondermark strips from years past:

#141; In which the Son of God stands in queue
#260; In which a Plan ends poorly
#363; In which Joy is Mandated
#357; In which Mall Parking sucks
#466; In which Everyone loves the Freak
#474; In which you better Watch Out
#476; In which Suffering was a Waste

And hey, if you’re not celebrating Christmas, that’s okay too — here are a bunch of comics just for you!

Video: “Operation Santa” trailer

Hey gang! Here is a little holiday treat for you. Presenting the very first trailer I ever edited.

I made this in about 1997 — it was shot using any random camcorder I could borrow for an afternoon, and edited with multiple VCRs and sketchy audio software in a weeks-long process that would make anyone born after 1990 break down in tears.

Still, I’m strangely thrilled by it even today. Enjoy:

Direct link to Youtube for readers on feeds

(And yes, I recycled elements of this plot into a comic strip years later.)