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Hey everyone. I know I haven't updated this in a while (much to the distress of the two of you reading it, I'm sure). My tumblr has kind of taken the place of this blog. I've been posting the usual sketchbook stuff over there, plus some diary comics. I'm not ready to shut this down completely just yet, but anyone with an interest in following my work should definitely be following me over there. Thanks.

Scaly Swordsman

I don't remember drawing it, but when I woke up this morning, I found this in my sketchbook. I guess the next Trackrabbit will have quite a bit of this sort of thing.

Website

It took just about every ounce of patience I have, and all the meager skills at my disposal, but Geoffvasile.com is now up and running. Finally, there is a place on the internet where you can go to look at and buy things. How no one has met this need before is beyond me.

Coming soon! Honest!

Here we have a illustration I completed recently for the Asian Art Museum's teen membership program. I'm trying to get more commercial work in between comics, so if any of you out there would like to hand me huge sums of money for meisterwerks like this, please email me at geoffvasileisreal@gmail.com. Soon there will be a shiny new website where you can see other examples of the kind of skill and creativity you'll be buying when you hire Geoff Vasile. With such plans in place, my success is assured.

Trackrabbit #5 has been revised, partially redrawn, and reprinted and is now officially done and behind me. It's 42 pages of pure magic, and can be yours for the low price of $5. If you want one for yourself, or a few hundred for the retail outlet where you are employed, please contact me at the above address.

I'm torn as to my next project. I've got an idea for a story that could tie in nicely to the last two Trackrabbits. It features our friends Guy and Beanie, together again and working on a top secret project at Foreklaw. It also has Pirates, Time Travel, and Reptoids. It's pretty ridiculous. I like the idea of making these books a trilogy that wraps up in a grand, gonzo, over-the-top finale.

I'm also considering the idea of doing another issue of my auto-bio comic, The History of Increasing Humiliation. It would consist of all-new stories, mostly about when my Father was first diagnosed with cancer. I know, I know... Who needs another cloying comics memoir about familial tragedy? I can only apologize, dear reader, and say that I am not without the need for occasional catharsis. This book would be a clearing house of sorts for the emotions that have welled up in the years since my father's passing. I promise, tacky and sentimental though the subject matter may seem, that I will invest it with all the antics and mean-spirited humor that you've come to expect form my work. Hopefully this book will sell as well as all the other NPR-baiting comics memoirs out there. Then I can use all that sweet dead dad money to bankroll more stories about robots and dinosaurs and shit.

I will be at the Mocca comics festival all weekend with Becki Kozel and the Brothers Decarlo. We'll be at J17, selling comics, prints, and sundry art objects, and handing out dirty looks and harsh judgements for free. My new comic about the Dinosaurs and such (of which you see a teaser montage above) will be available, as well as the complete library of back issues. Time to replace that water-logged copy of Geoff Vasile is Real that's been sitting on the back of your toilet since Interpol was popular.

Well, here it is folks. It's taken me over a year, had an immeasurable negative effect on my posture, and cost me a fortune to print, but it's done. Trackrabbit #5 will be debuting this weekend at the Mocca Festival in New York, where I'll be sharing a table with Becki Kozel and the Decarlo Brothers. See you there, unless you don't live in the Tri-State area, or you're a jerk.

Better close that window

Trackrabbit #5 continues apace. I guess I could post full pages, or use the domain I pay for to serialize it as a "webcomic" (a term that, for me, has become synonymous with a very special kind of hackneyed, lazily executed crap). Yes, I could do all these things and more. Who knows, such a course of action could even bring me financial success. We both know, however, that I'd be betraying myself and, more importantly, you, dear reader. Any asshole can put a website together, shit out some pat witticisms about their cat or what happened at the local coffee shop, and get themselves a book deal. It takes a special kind of iconoclast to look 2012 in the face and say, "I could give a fuck about how easy the internet makes it to get the work I slave over out to my potential audience, I'm just gonna complain about my obscurity while drinking entirely too much." Valued patrons, I am just such an iconoclast, and I do it all for you. Here is a drawing of a tiny pterodactyl scaring the hell out of a couple hoodlums.