Heeeey! Wolfs will be at CAKE! Come hang out with us in Chicagooooo! We’ll have all five issues. Also, editors P&B will have a new zine has absolutely nothing to do with werewolves. Well, you can probably find a connection if you try hard enough. But. Anyway. Sometimes… sometimes this happens.
CHECK IT OUT.
Oh hi internet people! What? You haven’t seen us around, lately? You maybe thought we were dead or at least living a decadent and hedonistic lifestyle so overindulgent that we couldn’t summon the strength to roll away from our mountain of Spicy Chk’n Patties to key-mash out a communiqué on the typing machine? HA. SO WRONG. While we can’t reveal the exact details of the last few months, what we can say is maybe we were hibernating. Ok, we weren’t.
BUT LOOK AT THESE HATS! LOOK AT THESE FREAKING HATS. Chosen at random by incredibly fair lottery that involved no bribery whatsoever, the percentage of Team Werewolf that lives in Indiana now sports incredible Werewolf Hats, handmade by Craftstress Extraordinaire (Among Many Other Super-Badass Things) Anne Thalheimer! If you have met us, ever, you know that some of us already don’t know how to live life without the Monster Hats we bought from Anne many moons ago, and now we don’t know how to live life EVEN MORE! Thank you, Anne!
I am telling you, friends, nothing feels as good as a plush, fleecy monster keeping your brain warm with its mouth. BELIEVE.
That’s basically it. But can we talk about this photo for a second? Are we liking something on Facebook? Have we missed the 4 o’clock 38 Living Room Express Bus and are trying to rectify the situation by hitchhiking? Also, observant readers may note that P is wearing the same hoodie as she was in the previous post. Does she only have one hoodie?!
Stay tuned for more scintillating talking points, and NEWS ABOUT WHERE WE WILL BE IN JUNE! ALLOW IT. Ok, I will now stop making “Attack The Block” references that nobody gets.
Hi there, luscious lupine lads and ladies…. it’s been a little quiet around here since we wrapped production on the fourth and fourth-and-a-half installments of Our Dear Anthology of Wooolves: WEREWOLF 4 and its companion volume WEREPUPS. Thanks again to everyone who cast aside their irritation and disgust, rolled up their sleeves and said “What, really? You want me to…. uhhhhh fine, here’s your stupid [INSERT EXTREMELY VALUABLE CONTRIBUTION TOWARD OUR LIVELIHOOD HERE].” We love you, you know… you big ol’… people.
Anyhowsle! Earlier this season (as in, actually, the one before it) Editors Penina Gal and Betsey Swardlick had the extreme honor of attending The Dark Carnival Horror Film Festival in Bloomington, Indiana under the auspices of that ineffable good-time guy, Denis St. John.
We try to shelter the viewing audience from our borderline-dangerous piercing gazes by making sure only one of us looks at the camera at a time.
Dr. Calimari and his crew of basement ghouls accepted us warmly into their mixed barbershop chorus. See where hanging out with weirdos gets you? ON STAGE AT THE BUSKIRK-CHUMLY, FOLKS.
Ahh, the silver screen. I have only one word to say to you to convey exactly how much you wish you had been with us at Dark Carnival, and that word is “Velocipastor.”
CONTINUING FROM THAT LAST POST, we bring you… MORE MECAF GOODNESS!
Oh glorious MECAF!
We arrived at the Portland waterfront and set up our table. Here you can see wolfy wares sandwiched between friends (who all happen to be Werewolf! contributors!) David Yoder, Nomi Kane, and Matt Aucoin!
As stated previously, MECAF was more fun than a Babysitters’ Club reading marathon after an ice-cream social. You know what I’m talking about, oh yeah. None of that was code, by the way. Ann M. Martin fans for life!
Thanks to everyone who stopped by and high-fived!
HEYO! We had a howlin’ good time at MECAF! If you came by to talk to us or pick up our books there, thank you so much! It’s too much fun getting new wolves out in the world. Speaking of which: both new books are now up in the WOLFSHOP, with a special deal, even!
And NOW, for your preview-y pleasure, the first two pages of Dakota McFadzean‘s completely brilliant WEREPUPS comic!
It is, “don’t forget that bag of meat!”
I mean, really, that is probably the greatest line to ever be written in a werewolf comic. DON’T FORGET THAT BAG OF MEAT.
This is the first page of Melissa Mendes‘ WEREPUPS comic! When thinking of cartoonists for our kids volume, Melissa was a no-brainer. Which is convenient, since we do forget our brains sometimes. Check out her Freddy comics; they’re super great!