The Next Series from the great Teri Sue 
Issue #2 of the Darklight Newsletter
Direct from Teri, here is the December 97/January 98 version of the Darklight Newsletter!
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Ah, it's the holiday season. There's now on our mountains, a chill in the air, and motivated shoppers in the stores. I'm quite pleased to say that THIS year, I did manage to get all of my shopping done by the 19th of December. That may not seem too impressive to you "organized" types, but considering I'm usually running around Christmas shopping with exclamation points shooting out of the top of my head on December 24th, well, I'm a pretty happy about it. Whee. |
I actually did have most of my shopping done by the 5th of December this year (whee! Three points for me!). I headed out to the outlet stores and bought all sortsa cool toys for the kids on my christmas list. I found neato Lisa Frank sets full of multicolored beads and things. Creepy-Crawler creature making sets, Lite-brites, Toobers and Zots, and Tangle (think Leggo, only much stranger.) sets. Oh, I had a bell. Of course, when Christmas comes, all I'll probably get is a sweater, darn it. I hate being 32.
Of course, I did snag one of the tangle sets for myself. The "Flyers" one, to be exact. It was originally going to be a stocking stuffer gift for one of my friends, but Twerpy, my parrot, said that I should keep it. Really. he did. And I always do what my animals tells me to do, so I kept it. (Heh heh heh. Blame it on the animals, I always say.) Anyway I've...I mean, HE'S had so much fun playing with it that I've had to go back to the store and get the "Wigglers" set to go with it. Now we have four eye pieces, a head, two body parts and something like 50 leg and joint pieces, so we can now create things that would scare Picasso. And, of course, Twerp's addicted to them now, so we have to have the "Walkers", "Creatures", "Leapers", "Coilers", and "Stingers" sets now to boot. Whee! But this is what life is all about, you know, the reason we're all here. To search for "who" you are, what your "reality" is, and cool toys!
I am feeling a bit obsessed with toys lately. But it's not the onset of an early mid-life crisis. It's those damn, new-fangled, tasty, crispy fries. I should probably explain. One of the great joys in my life used ta be french fries. I love french fries. I'd go out to eat at the fast food joints, just ta savor a scrumptious side-order of french fries. Jack In The Box used to be my french fry place. I'd grab a Teriyaki Chicken Bowl and fries one day, a Spicy Crispy Chicken Sandwich and fries on another, then tacos and fries..., well, you get the picture. Then they had ta go and get them NEW fries. Blaaaaah! My little heart was broken and I began a relationship with the Burger King next door. But then, it happened. They, too, switched to the new, tasty-friggen, crispy fries) Man! So I'm stuck eating at McDonalds. And I hate McDonalds, I really do, but they have my fries. (At least for now. Grrr.) So now, to consul myself, I get a Happy Meal, cuz, heck, I may not like the burger, but a toy and the right fries can brighten any day.
Hey, good news for all of you who've been harassing me for years now to "get a computer". I should have one by the end of January. A friend of mine, a Dave Strom, (You might remember him from my "Amazing heroes" days. he did "Strom's Index" which was featured the page after my "Cartoonist" strip.) asked me if I'd be interested in a "deal". He offered to build me a good used computer if I'd draw up a couple of his short stories. Sounded like a plan to me, so I agreed to do two three-pages, and a signle pager, and now, when I'm all done, I get to pick up the computer!! Wheee! What fun! He said that it would be internet ready, so the minute I get it hooked up, I plan to stop by John Northey's WANDERING STAR website's chat room every Friday night from 7pm to 8pm (California time) to say "hello", talk about the weather, or the meaning of life, with anyone who's there. Before then you may be able to catch me there, same time, Tuesday nights. I've taken to playing on Rhonda's computer sometimes after Girlscouts. But I'm warning ya, it's usually me, Tru, Rhonda, John and Donger, and we get kinda crazy sometimes. But hey, at least it ain't boring. Oh, I should also mention that John will also be featuring sneak previews of art and pages from DARKLIGHT, and photos and other weird stuff, so drop on by and take a peak.
In other news, DARKLIGHT's release date has now been pushed back to June. If there are anymore changes, I promise ta let ya know next newsletter. Hopefully, this delay will help Sirius give DARKLIGHT a bigger push, so cross your fingers. And, until then, drop by Northey's chat room on Fridays, and I'll try ta keep ya entertained until then.
Hey, I've got a bit of an off the wall question for ya. Do any of you guys know a good, SIMPLE, book on Quantum Physics? Or am I asking for a contradiction? I'm asking because my curiosity was piqued recently by a book Tru picked up at the library called "I'm Not Really Here" by Home Improvement's Tim Allen. It's a funny, mind-expanding, little book, and worth the time to pick up. Check it out if ya get a chance. Meanwhile I'll be hoping for the magically simple Quantum Physics book. (Santa please? I've been good.) I think the thing that interests me the most about Quantum Physis is that it seems to be a scientific version of all this New Age, Zen stuff I've been interested in for years. And that's quite a concept for me. Hmmmm, could be fun.
Whaaaa...? Every dog in the house just went berserk! Ah, a scratch on the outside of the front door. Must be Polka-Dot. Polka-Dot is a sweet, little Austrailian-Dingo mix from up the street. She likes to drop by from time to time, see if we have any doggie cookies she can steal, and play with our dogs. I figure, "cool", so I let her in. Mild chaos ensues while everybody runs around, sniffing-barking, and catching each other up on the recent doggie gossip. Afterwards, Polky comes over to my desk, all smiles and waggie tails, to see if I have any of those dog cookies. "Sorry, Missy." I have to tell her. "All out." She consuls herself with yipping and snapping her teeth at me until I follow the group out into the kitchen to open the back door so they can all go out and play. Sigh. She's a pushy little Missy, all right. Of course, moments later, the entire group of them, now covered in dust, come crashing back into the house and up onto my bed...and onto my nice, clean sheets. "Oh, thanks guys" I tell them, and remind them that Tru's bedroom is just down the hall, and to "feel free to visit". But they merely stampede back out of my room, into the kitchen, and once again, out the back door. Sigh.
I know I really should discipline the animals in this house a bit more. It just feels a bit weird because I've always sorta thought of them more as room-mates than pets. Oh, I do have a few definite "no-nos" (no, you can't take Teri's dinner off the table, thank you.), but there isn't much more I stress. I mean, I have tried ta keep everybody off of the furniture, really I have tried, but when they sneak up there, and I catch them, they all grin at me, and all I can do is laugh. Tisk, its probably a good thing I don't have any kids yet. They'd be scary. Heh. Of course, it occurs to me, having said that, that if you're not a dog person, you probably think I'm insane to think that dogs grin. They do, of course, trust me. But feel free to think I'm insane anyway. Works for me.
Ah, before I go, feel free ta send me your comments, letters, or whatever to: DARKLIGHT NEWSLETTER Box 474, Beaumont, CA 92223. And feel free to copy this off for your friends, customers, local comic or coffee shops or whatever. Go out, push my comic! Mush! Mush! (hey, I had to try. Heh heh heh.)
And with that, have a merry little whatever it is you're celebrating, and see ya next year!
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