Hey, so today’s my birthday! I totally forgot to mention that!
Please join me in thanking my folks, as they did all the work for the first few decades.
And if you’d like to do something nice for your friendly neighborhood cartoonist on their birthday, I’ll humbly suggest one thing: Maybe consider telling two people in your life about Sheldon. I know it sounds cheesy, but you’d be amazed how many folks come to the strip by word of mouth. It would be the nicest thing you could do for me on my birthday!
This is probably exciting to no one but me, but the trademark for “Sheldon” has moved from a “TM” (unregistered trademark) to an “R” (fancy-shmancy registered trademark), according to the lovely, embossed paperwork I received from the United States Patent and Trademark Office.
So, in addition to all the other new-year changes I have to make to the website, I now have to change all the little TM’s in the html. But that’s a good problem to have!
Just a reminder: Our two December sales are wrapping up on the 31st over in the Sheldon Store. They’re both especially good deals for folks who have never treated themselves to a Sheldon book:
Sheldon-reader Michael D. sent in this fantastic shot of his two lads opening their Sheldon books on Christmas morning. There’s nothing about this photo that doesn’t make me happy. It’s a rare and wonderful thing thing, as a cartoonist, to see the reactions folks have to your cartoons…and these two guys just about made my year with their expressions.
Next up, Sheldonista Laurie S. sent in pics of her husband John opening his Sheldon books and Flaco “Squee” shirt. She also mentioned that “… he has a follow-up appointment with his shoulder surgeon today and he informed me last night that he was going to wear his SQUEE shirt to the appointment which cracked me up.” Provided he doesn’t strike Flaco’s pose from the shirt, John’s shoulder should be OK.
And last but not least, Victor K. sends in this photo of his (wonderfully) framed Sheldon original. It’s one of my favorites…from when Arthur was so hot, he talks like a Bulgarian.
Over my 19th serving of Christmas red-velvet cake, my nephew reminded me about these Sheldon strips on Dr. Seuss, and I thought I’d share ’em with you again: 1,
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If you’re like me, “It’s a Wonderful Life” is an awesome annual ritual. But even a great movie like that has its implausible, questionable moments. Let’s dip into the Sheldon archives, shall we, to remember some of those moments: