It is days like today that I wish someone would go out and burn all the grass in the entire state. I hate grass pollen. It screws up my head when I’m not taking sudefed and screws up my head when I am. Grass growing next to the highway is the worst. Here I am driving a a twenty-five year old pick-up at seventy miles an hour and sneezing every ten seconds or so. That’s way safe, huh?

You’d think small minded control freaks would use this as an opportunity to pass some legislation requiring goats to eat all the grass next to the highway so people won’t sneeze, but no! Eatting grass is is dangerous to the goats.

I recommend fire. We need a bunch of those old cowboy types who used to be employed burning out the irrigation ditches out next to the high burning every bit of grass to be seen.

Whatever. Not only does grass pollen make me a dangerous driver (I deliver pizza for a living, so I’m also sneezing every ten seconds on city streets getting my pizza out to you), but it also interfers with my comic. I can’t draw and sneeze at the same time. I am trying however. Below is an image that if you click on it, you can see the entire comic on my webcomic Cobalt City.


(BTW: the quote in the image above comes from Ernest Becker’s The Denial of Death.)

A Particular Smell


This is the final comic of chapter one. Monday of course will see the beginning of Cobalt City‘s chapter two The Running Man. I am of course very excited. I know on this blog, Our Process, I have posted hundreds of political cartoons and a few very popular house plans, but I have failed at what has been a goal for four years now, to have the internal fortitude to draw on the same subject for three months.

I am quite tired, because to get this done, I’ve had to have many sleepless nights. The nice thing is the art is slowly improving and I am seeing how I can improve my story.

For those of you who have been reading for a long time, thank you so much. I am so glad you have been hanging in there as I get it together.

Aaron the Ogre.

Watercooler Talk


Webcomics are a hard thing to do . . . in the beginning (very few viewers). I’m wrapping up chapter one of the comic. It’s over thirty pages long with more on the way. In the picture above, you see Detective Irving Winston. He’s receiving some bad news. To find out more, click on the image and you’ll be directed to the full comic.