Creating Christmas Comics — Part 3 (or Dat’s de FAQ, Jack!)

By George Broderick, Jr. Welcome to the third in a series of articles talking about Cool Yule Christmas Comics. In the first installment, I talked about some of the hows and whys that led me to want to produce holiday comics year round. In part two, I blathered on about some of the daily “nuts and bolts”...

Creating Christmas Comics — Part 2 (or “How I Spent My Summer Vacation”)

By George Broderick, Jr. In our last installment of Creating Christmas Comics, I discussed a little about my background and what brought me to the momentous decision to spend my time crafting my happy little holiday tales. And what a decision it was! Comics, or more specifically, working professionally in...

Creating Christmas Comics — Part One (or The Birth Of A Notion)

By George Broderick, Jr. I love comics. Newspaper comics, comic books, animated cartoons, paperback collections, even Ziggy greeting cards. They’re a part of who I am, stretching back to that dim, misty long gone day in January 1966 when an eight year old budding artist first saw Adam West play Batman on...

Microsoft Killed Santa Claus

Microsoft killed Santa Claus. Okay, they didn’t kill the real Santa, but an automated Santa chat-bot they had set up last week. The Santa-bot was an agent on their Live Space website and MSN Messenger program. Children could ask Santa some questions and tell him what they wanted for Christmas, and an...

The Month After Christmas

Twas the month after Christmas and all through the house nothing would fit me, not even a blouse The cookies I’d nibbled, the eggnog I’d taste All the holiday parties had gone to my waist So away with the last of the sour cream dip Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker and chip I won’t...

Twas the Day After Christmas

‘Twas the day after Christmas, and all through the house, Every creature was hurtin’, even the mouse. The toys were all broken, their batteries dead; Santa passed out, with some ice on his head. Wrapping and ribbons just covered the floor, while Upstairs the family continued to snore. And I in my...