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A ZITS Virtual Stocking Stuffer

Here’s a cool idea for you last-minute shoppers. DailyINK has just released a new app for the iPhone, iTouch and the iPad.

Here’s what the PR people have to say about it: “The DailyINK app delivers a free comic every day plus access to samples of all of King Features’ comics. Dozens of strips, panels and editorial cartoons will be featured in “Today’s Comic” and viewable in a seven-day rolling archive. Comics fans, who buy a DailyINK subscription, can browse through King Features’ complete line-up of 90+ daily comic strips, editorial cartoons and exclusive vintage content from our vast library. Subscriptions are available for purchase two ways: $1.99 per month or $19.99 for a full year.”

I downloaded it and tried it, and I have to say that King Features hit this one out of the park! Zits strips on my iPad are clear, crisp and they look great at full screen size. Comics in a readable size… what’ll they think of next? Check this one out.


The page proofs for our new spring Zits book Zombie Parents and Other Wishes for a More Perfect World were in our hands, we’d read them a dozen times and were down to our final few days for comment before giving our official OK to Andrews McMeel Publishing and sending them off to the printer. The book looked great. There wasn’t a pixel out of place. The cover artwork had come together effortlessly and we’d all agreed a book cover based on a popular series of strips we’d done around Halloween was a brilliant idea. There wasn’t a thing wrong with the book…

…except everything.

Somehow we’d failed to appreciate that the nine-month stretch of strips in the book included the rather significant development of Jeremy getting his driver’s license. It was a story that had been ten years in the waiting, but the title failed to notice.

I ventured a timid email to Caty Neis, our ever-patient editor at AMP. “Um, we may have missed the boat. Could we possibly blow up the cover and start over?” With an absurdly brief week to go before our printing date, Caty must have poured herself a drink and answered, “Sure!”

So Zombie Parents will step aside for the moment and make way for Drive! Watch for it in April.


I’m in Florence, Italy, reunited with my daughter who has been studying at an art school here this semester. She’s wrapped up her work, turned in her key, and she and I are having a great time, toodling around Florence, seeing her world, poking around her school, the Christmas market and all that. For the first time in years, Florence has snow and it’s amusing to watch the unfamiliar locals wiping out on their bicycles and trying to shovel the snow in front of their shops using brooms and buckets.

Getting here was another matter…

When we arrived in Munich it looked like they were shutting the airport down. Snow was falling pretty hard and the planes were creeping around on the runways like old men walking on ice. I stopped worrying about my connection to Florence, assuming there’d be delays all around. I was lucky that I kept proceeding through the airport, though, because as it turned out, we were one of the only flights to board and I barely made it. We sat on the runway several hours waiting to be de-iced, but once we took off everyone on board assumed we were home free. “It never snows in Italy.”

I could see the orange roofs of Florence from the airplane window, but the captain announced that the Florence airport was nonetheless shut down due to snow and we were being redirected to land at Federico Fellini Airport in Rimini, italy. It was the first sign that things were about to get weird.

In Italian, German and possibly Swedish, the Lufthansa people announced their plan to get us to Florence, and passengers began muttering and scattering in various directions to rent cars, make phone calls or otherwise leave the airport. It was quite awhile before the translation drifted to the rest of us that there would eventually be a bus but the road might be closed anyway. A band of eight of us decided to hang together, come what may. I have no working cell phone outside the US, so I was lucky to find a pay phone to make a five minute call to my wife, who relayed the message to our daughter that I was fine but no one knew how or when I would get to Florence.

The first two hours on the bus were promising, barreling toward Bologna, but when we turned onto the road to “Firenze” traffic was stopped and we found ourselves sitting stock still and unable to extricate ourselves from the doomed snarl. The bus driver threw up his arms and shouted “CATASTROPHIA!” and for two more hours we crept forward in a glacier of vehicles. Ultimately a woman with a foot in both Italian and American worlds stepped forward as our group leader and wrestled from the driver that the road ahead was closed and the only plausible scenario was to return us to the Bologna train station, at which point we were on our own. It was 10PM and I’d been traveling for 26 hours.

Somehow Ruth got us through the horrendous mob at the Bologna train station to the ticket window and then to the bitter cold platform where we learned that not only was the train delayed, but it could not get us to Florence either. Its destination was now a small village outside of Florence. I opened my suitcase and began putting on layers of clothes. From the windows we saw workers with torches — torches! — trying to melt the snow on parallel tracks. Our group had been assigned seats in different train cars, so by now I was truly on my own.

One depends on the kindness of strangers in these situations, and new friends in my compartment, all with problems of their own, took the time to find maps on their iPhones for me and translate the announcements that trickled in. In the end a shuttle train was found that could take me into the central station in Florence. Taxis had all shut down. An abandoned bus sat in the middle of the street. A huge Christmas tree stood silently sparkling before the Duomo. I was able to walk the mile to my hotel in the middle of the silent night, dragging my luggage through the snow.

From my room I called my daughter and she came running from her apartment. We sat up eating pears and cookies. When I woke up the next sunny morning I was in exactly the same position as when I’d fallen asleep.

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