A glimpse at the goings on of the operation responsible for bringing you the irregularly published comics reportage anthology, SYNCOPATED.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Another Belated Thanks

For those if you who found SyncopatedComics.com and this here blog through those swell people at Drawn!, a special thanks goes out.

Again, (as with ComicsReporter.com) I find it highly unlikely that you're not already aware of the enormously popular Drawn!, but if for some reason you're not, you really should pay them a visit. Regularly.

At Drawn!, John Martz and his troops do the digging for you when it comes to unearthing great, inspirational comics and illustration related websites. Thanks John!

- Brendan

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Thanks, Tom!

This is a special belated thanks and a tip o' the hat to Tom Spurgeon for linking to the new SyncopatedComics.com from his irreplaceable comics news site, The Comics Reporter. I think he posted the link on the day of my injury -- Which is why I haven't thanked him until now.

I'm guessing that if you're the type of person who'd find any interest in what we're doing here at Syncopated, there's virtually no chance you aren't already aware of Tom's efforts. But, on the slim chance you haven't been introduced to the Comics Reporter, please, bookmark that site! A daily dose of Tom's reporting is all you need to look like you know what you're talking about at a party full of comics aficionados.

- Brendan

Friday, August 11, 2006

A Gruesome Absence

You'll notice that I haven't posted anything on the blog since the new SyncopatedComics.com website launched. I'm sure there will be lulls in the future where I don't post for long periods, but this time, I have a somewhat unique excuse -- I've been in the hospital for the past five days. And, interestingly enough, the reason I post this explanation here is because my hospitalizing is related to my efforts in getting the next volume of SYNCOPATED published.

Let me explain...

Glenn Mott, whose stellar work you'll find in SYNCOPATED Vol.2 is planning on writing a piece for the next volume on an amazing old tugboat graveyard down in Staten Island. I don't want to reveal too much about Glenn's story, but I think it's fair to mention that Glenn and I decided last weekend to visit this tugboat graveyard and gather some information. Our goal was simple; take some reference shots for the illustrator who will be assigned to the segment, and try to wrangle an interview with the gentleman whose scrap metal yard the tugboats are beached near.

Well, in our trudging through the low-tide swamps where the boats are nested, I stepped on a large rusty spike, which went right through my sneaker, and about an inch-and-a-half into the bottom of my foot. So, as luck would have it, not only did a rusty spike jam up through my foot, but it took along with it fragments of my dirty old sneaker, and bacteria-laden salt-marshy mud.

I immediately knew that what had happened was quite bad, and I started yelling to Glenn that I was hurt (he wasn't near me when the accident occurred). In an adrenaline-rushed panic, I ran out f the woods that encircled the swamp. Across the street from the woods was a car wash -- I ran to the car wash, grabbed their hose without asking, and began washing the mud off of my feet. I pointed the hose into my sneaker, and what seemed like pints of blood began bubbling out of the shoe.

Glenn rushed me to the near-by Staten Island University Hospital emergency room, where they began treating the wound. It wasn't long before they informed me that I would have to undergo surgery, and likely spend a couple of nights at the hospital. I was incredulous, but as the pain increased, and the tests they ran looked more and more dire (positive bone scans, etc.), I resigned myself to the fact that if I didn't get the proper treatment, I'd be in for some real trouble.

At one point, the doctors told me that if I had simply washed the wound and bandaged it up really well, I would probably experience so much pain that I'd eventually give in and see a doctor. However, he said, if I had waited, let's say two weeks, there would have been a chance that they would have to amputate my foot due to the spread of infection. Scary, huh?

Anyway, as I said, I home now, but here I sit with a three-inch long, one-and-a-half-inch deep surgical laceration on the bottom of my foot, and a "picc" line in my arm that enters on the inside of my bicep (just above the elbow), and travels inside me, through my armpit and into my chest cavity where intra-venous antibiotics will be self-administered for the next six weeks. Fortunately, they've also given me a big bottle of Percocet tablets -- We'll see how long they last.

Don't think for a minute that any of this will keep Glenn and I from bringing you that tugboat graveyard piece -- We're planning on going back when I can walk again,,,

- Brendan

Thursday, August 03, 2006

The New SyncopatedComics.com

The New SyncopatedComics.com is now live.

It isn't really the most impressive website, but there are some fun things to browse in the gallery, and of course, it gives our little operation a web presence that it has lacked.

Speaking of lacking, you'll notice that there isn't currently a way to purchase any of the Syncopated line of books... Obviously it's not fully up to speed. I would encourage you to support your local comic shop and see if you can find what you're looking for there. Otherwise, drop me a line, and we'll have whatever it is you're looking for sent out.

Please feel free to contact me with your thoughts as well.

- Brendan