
Exactly two weeks from today, I will be broadcasting live on the radio. The good people at station CKDU 88.1
FM in Halifax Nova Scotia have graciously allowed me to go on their station to promote my book Jesus Needs Help.
I'll be on a program called The Book Club on June 14 at 1:30 pm Atlantic Standard Time until 2:30 pm. The host is one Stephen Clare, a very articulate young man who will no doubt ask me the hard questions to make me sweat a little but yet still keep things nice and friendly. If your radio is strong enough to pick up that station's frequency, definitely feel free to listen in. If you can't pick up the signal in your area, not to worry. The show will be available for podcast immediately afterwards. Just search the CKDU website through the archives, you're sure to find it.Some of you may have noticed that I haven't been advertising my book here or anywhere else in the passed few months. That's mostly because I've been kept busy with something else, mainly helping my sister out by babysitting her kids / my nephews every day since mid April.

That's them. Their names are Michael and Gabriel. Couldn't you just stuff them into an over-the-shoulder tote bag and feed them pellets? (I may do that with them on Thursday). That's what's been occupying my time as of late. I've hardly had any time for much else. That should change in a few weeks when I'll be back home and
able to concentrate on things better. Who knows how I'll be promoting my book in the next few months. Maybe one of you good folks reading this blog post have a suggestion (Just keep it clean and try not to use too many synonyms for guano).

I almost forgot, fellow babies, "BOOGERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! "
Another update: There's been some more rescheduling at the station. Now I'll be on the show July 19. Remember, that's CKDU 88.1 FM in Halifax on July 19 from 1:30 p.m. to 2:30 p.m.

















blunt mixture of sex and violence, much like AC/DC's song Shoot to Thrill. As disturbing as that is to some people, the thing that I find most disturbing in this comic is that Mrs. Hannibal








observed, comic book fans for the most part are notoriously hard to offend with subject matter. You could make the most blasphemous comment against God, country, and their momma and they would not even flinch. They would laugh uproariously until they lost the ability to breath, and then once their respiratory system was operational again, they'd continue their laughter, even if the joke wasn't all that funny. They'd tell you that you should have added more stuff about sodomy and pig's blood. BUUUUUUUUUUTTTT, if
most or all of your comic book merchandise from Golden Age, it couldn't hurt to go there and ask for a copy of Jesus Needs Help. If enough people ask about it, they'll have no choice but to stock it. It would be nice if the 500th (or so) person, the one who manages to turn the tide and get my comic on their shelves, would bring in a nice, well cooked dish of crow for that one grumpy employee.









available for sale. That's good news only if you live in Halifax and anyother surrounding areas. For the rest of you, if you want to buy my comic in a store near you, you'll have to demand it from the clerks themselves. "Hey, where are the issues of Jesus Needs Help?" you could ask. Try asking that question multiple times, getting louder and louder each time. Try banging your fist on the counter several times and then make your face turn blue. Aw, heck, go ahead and do a full Sam Kinison. Anything it takes to get my comic in your local establishment, that's all I ask.


