Showing posts with label Mr. Crawford Raises Herfords Too. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mr. Crawford Raises Herfords Too. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Everyday Manners for 4-H Boys and Girls
















There are valuable lessons here for everyone.

The Oklahoma Extension Service (I originally thought this was from Wyoming-- my mistake) published this many decades ago. It inspired me. I lifted the drawings for my greatest life-changing creative endeavor, Mr. Crawford Raises Herfords, Too.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

State of Beings #5: California




Given as a present to the world along with City Limits Gazette # Aged Richie Rich on his deathbed whispering "Rosebud" (Jan. 1992).

This was, as I recall, the result of a dream. In real life I could care less about baseball.

Even so, this is one of my favorite comix, although it still doesn't come close to Mr. Crawford Raises Herfords, Too-- a work that separates the wheat from the chaff when it comes to reader galactic awareness of life's mysteries.

Friday, September 24, 2010

Mr. Crawford Raises Herfords, Too






First published in 2001, probably in October, with a massive print run of 10 copies (2 pink, 2 yellow, 2 yellow cardstock, 2 green, 2 red).

The 1st Danger Room Reprint Ed. of June 2005 had 6 copies (3 blue, 3 yellow). Two of these six are right here in front of me, so only four of these precious gems were let loose. And I very reluctantly let them go.

I believe the original source for the all the visuals and the text came from a 1950s Wyoming agricultural extension publication. I merely took the drawings and by enlarging certain portions created the greatest masterpiece of my comic career.

This is my best work ever, but I have yet to find anyone who agrees with me. In fact, this blog should just stop right now because it isn't going to get any better than this. Seriously, I laugh out loud every time I read this minicomic.

You think I'm kidding, don't you?

I'm not.

The last page never fails to warm my spleen. I also love the fact that "Herefords" is spelled "Herfords."

A super obscuro minicomic, you can still snap one up from Rick Bradford.

When I die, I want one of these cremated with me. If you want to unlock my mystery, if you want to know who really created all this Morty the Dog stuff-- this minicomic spells it all out.