Saturday, December 24, 2011

Seasons Greetings from The Conductor!

No matter your personal, cultral, bend at this time of year, we, here at Neverland Transit Authority, would like to extends our heart felt wishes for a good holiday, and a spectacular new year!

Here's to 2012! And, hopefully, much, much better things down the tracks!

Service at the station resumes January 6th, 2012...

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Stuff: Every girl's crazy...

It's a common sight; me, eagerly clutching a tome of high nerdiness, obliviously wandering out of a book store.

What's not so common is me, in said state, feeling eyes upon me, and, looking up, discover I'm being checked out by a pretty young lady working at the new cafe next door.

Our bearded boys from Texas might just be right, after all.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Stuff: Meta-log

You know, as stoked as I am about Stuff being as popular as it is, or even "Double Dipped" going mini viral, last week, it puzzles me about the popularity of the two titles.

Really, traffic indicators show that more of you like to read Stuff - the throw away comic - than Galactic Gun, for which I toil over relentlessly.


I mean, Justin has a point; he is, generally, more interesting than me. At least I think so. I'm just an awkward little man getting by in a crazy big old world; who feels the need to, occasionally, share his uniquely skewed perspective on his condition.

Inspired by the bio comics, like Emitown, that I have enjoyed over the years, I started Stuff as filler, with the side benefit of connecting with readers and expressing some ideas. I never dreamed that, as the narrative grew and took shape, so, too, would its popularity. Not that I don't mind the attention.

Go figure...

The Galactic Gun short, "Bookmarks", starts next. Do the guy a favor and read it, will you? And don't forget to hit up the last story "Pocket Full of Posies", too. It would mean a lot to us both.

(I wonder how meta it really is that Justin and I are arguing in a comic about our comics. Or, is it revealing too much about my internal monologue?)

Friday, November 25, 2011

Stuff: Double Dipped

Ah, Casa de la Niner, the stately manor serving as guise for the notorious Karaoke Cave; secret hide out of the local bay area celebrity karaoke host Roger Niner, and his band of merry musical misfits! If you happen to be in the San Francisco peninsula, then you should definitely come catch one of his shows; where our motto is "Go epic, or go home."

We also love our salsa... We love it very much. Salsa can be serious business, let me tell you. Of course, it's not the size of your tortilla chip, but how much guacamole you can get on it.

No, really, it is, you chip size queens! Now, pass the salt and pour me another Pacifico; we still got a bag of these left and someone just popped open a fresh jar!!!

Monday, November 21, 2011

Stuff: "World, shut your mouth!"

No, really; I don't even know where to begin...

Look, world, you've kind of got me a little urked, here. I mean, what was the point of surviving a warped childhood - complete with bullying, bitter divorce, near fatal accidents, and cancer - to work hard to become a meaningful, polite, caring man, eager to be part of all of this... TO HAVE YOU TURN AROUND AND COMPLETELY JERK YOURSELF AROUND?!


Civil liberties practically out the window, the uneducated trying to mar what's left of our education system, social and political unrest around the world - along with government upheavals, and class war erupting all around. Religion versus Science, the 99% against the 1%, Muslims against... well... everybody, secret oil pipelines threatening our wildlife, the Constitution versus corporations, industry against progress, traditionally Nor Cal comic cons being stolen away to Los Angeles...

Man, it's like the beginning to a cliche riddled post apocalyptic Scifi novel. Actually, it is. Mine.

Well, to be precise, mine and a whole lot of first year writers. Something a bunch of us commented on, back at a gathering at an A.P.E. a few years back.

Look, I'm just a cartoonist. Okay, an ordained cartoonist, sure. But just a cartoonist, none the less. Still, this doesn't really seem all that hard to me. Everyone carries their fair share. EVERYONE. You really can have enough cash, honest. Even if it's for nothing more than self betterment, everyone should have access to higher education. And, when we're all healthy, we all win. Religion is personal; it has no place making policy. Love is universal; no matter who it's between. (Within reason, of course.) Clean energy can work in tandem with traditional fuel sources to help move us into the future, while leaving us a hospitable planet to live in.

Our existence is a precious gift; tenuous, at best, in the vast cosmos. And, for the moment, we are all alone in it. But we've already come so far. And, if we can survive this very tumultuous time, we can take our destined place out among the stars.

But, first, we're going to have to learn to get along with each other, respect each other, and put aside greed, superstition, and fear in order to pull together. Because, only when we can find a way to unite ourselves as one peoples across the globe, will we be able to reach for the heavens.

Peace and Grace be with you; may we all have the courage to get our heads out of our arses, and take the first steps into our brighter tomorrows

Friday, November 18, 2011


Yeah, I know I said there'd be a break, last week. But, we've got a good head of steam, now, and I don't want to lose this momentum. That, and a few folks got to asking if there'd be any new updates. So, that being said, look for... I hope... three new updates for Stuff next week.

And, don't forget, Galactic Gun: The Adventures of Justin Bailey returns December 2nd with the short "Bookmarks".

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a whole lot of art to get done, and only so much scotch to get it done with...

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Stuff: One in Fifty

There's no doubt that right now, in America, things are - for the most part - in a state of upheaval. And while light hearted, funny parodies abound. I, myself, get to take part in my own meme.. (Check out the fun facts section. Get it now?)

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Stuff: @#%#! Steve Says...

No, actually; I don't think knowing the story behind this
will help it make any more sense. In fact, it could
just make it a lot worse.

Yes, you can get a
of your very own, too.

Monday, October 10, 2011

A warm welcome to NTA riders from all over the world!

Yes, it's official; our non-American traffic has now surpassed our domestic traffic.
We, here at Grand Central, would like to take a moment
to welcome all our international readers.

And who better to do so than The Animainiacs?

Thursday, September 29, 2011


The job of keeping tidy the refrigerator can be a challenging one, for sure. Add to that the fridge in question is one of four in a large game studio? Yeah, that's a recipe for all kinds of trouble. I'm pretty sure there's at least a couple of things in there that were new...
when Clinton was president.

And, let me tell you, these folks eat some pretty... interesting... things.

Once my Hazmat suit is cleaned and ready, I'm going in. If you don't hear from me ever again, tell Dangermouse I loved him... But don't let it go to his CPU.

From the Conductor: With a small modification to the dialog box, this actually became the signage for the clean out project thats happening over the weekend.  I think that takes this comic into a whole new direction. Are... are we professional, now?

Thursday, September 15, 2011

The Sexy Elephant in the Room...

So, here I am, a cartoonist, working at one of the most notable video game companies in the industry, and I am constantly being bombarded by images of the buxom, beautiful, and dangerous, Lara Croft. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm all about strong, pretty women. But having an iconic fanboy style character character pretty much in your face all day, five days a week...?

Well, it can get a story teller to thinking about his craft, and the cliches he can fall victim to; no matter how noble he thinks himself.

Monday, August 29, 2011

Closed for Remodel

We, here at Neverland Transit Authority, apologize for the inconvenience; we need to close down operations, temporarily, to conduct repair work to the tracks, as well as overhaul a few things around Grand Central. If all goes well, we’ll be back up and running Friday, September 2nd.

You can, in the meantime, still visit The Conductor’s Office, which will still be occasionally posting updates on our progress, as well as art and other things of interest to our travelers.

Again, we apologize for the inconvienence and hope that you will still choose Neverland Transit Authority for all your imagination destinations.

Charlie Irons
NTA Comics

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Stuff: Bon Voyage!

When opportunity comes knocking sometimes it’s with big… knockers.

Looks like I’m on the road; leaving the travel agency for the tomb raider. It’s definitely been an interesting couple of years, and I’ll miss them terribly. But, man; my new boss is a real looker…

Monday, August 8, 2011

Stuff: Kidding Around

Behold, the mighty have been felled by the power of Human Resources!

Really? Yes, she was a pre-school principal. Yes, she commands all who she speaks to. I have witnessed the crumbling of great wills when called into her office. And when her secret was revealed to me, that fateful day, all of it made sense… as my hands immediately shot into my pockets.

Of course, Momma Irons was an HR executive, once, too. So…

Friday, July 15, 2011

Stuff: Buried Treasure

I have to be honest; there’s nothing glamorous, or glorious, about my day job. When I’m not maintaining the tracks and schedules of the rails, I’m usually keeping Grand Central afloat with a contract gig in property management. And while, sometimes, that can be as cool as networking printers, setting up wireless connections, and fixing complex printers; it can also mean sweeping up parking lots, hanging pictures, and dealing with the trash.

But when Phyllis, the beloved executive admin, and twenty five year veteran, of the company loses her bracelet – a gift from a family member no longer with us, then there’s no greater task at hand!

Eventually we back tracked her morning routine to a trash can where she had dumped out the old coffee grounds so she could make another pot. A holiday weekend worth of garbage later I had recovered, and cleaned, her bracelet.

Hero? That’s what they called me, but I don’t think so. Just all in a day’s work for The IronChuck, really. I’m just glad I was there to help.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Stuff: Screening Calls

Armed with her iPhone, and lightening fast on the TMZ page, Yazmin is not only a capable front end admin, but also a testament to her generation when it comes to pop culture and using technology to stay on top of it.

Which finds me puzzled when she doesn’t know what a monitor is...

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Stuff: Cherry to a Lemon

Despite what he may tell you, there really isn’t anything too terribly exotic about The Dangermouse. He’s just a base model, white, four door, 2003 Chevy Caviler.

Come to think on it, that actually does make him pretty unique, the fact that there really aren’t too many of this particular flavor rolling around the highways and biways. So, naturally, when I come up next to one, say at a random market parking lot, it’s cause for a moment’s pause.

This particular moment highlighted what just a little basic care can do for any vehicle. You see, I pamper DM just a little; annual tune ups, transmission service, paying a little extra for good fuel, and so on. Minus a few scrapes, he’s practically in the same shape I got him eight years ago. And me and him? Yeah, we’re tight. Me and The Dangermouse until one of us finally makes for the big garage in the sky.

Spanky, over there? Yeah, he looked like an extra from a Mad Max movie. I mean he was absolutely Ghetto fabulous. In fact, when I pointed out they had a reverse light out, they were still trying to MacGuyver a repair through all the dangling wires when we left after shopping.

The Dangermouse will leave Grand Central and be in Disneyland a little over five hours later and still have almost a quarter tank left. No offense to Spanky, but I wouldn’t have trusted him to get me across town.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Stuff: Scratch that Idea

And every single bit of today’s comic is 100% true.

I’ve been practicing my craft for some nearly thirty years; starting at the wee age of just seven years old. Over all that time it never ceases to amaze me how many guys like to interject a “clever” idea. Generally it’s “make her boobs bigger”, or, “you should draw her naked”, and the ever popular “what’s his super power?” or “you should make it so he [insert gimmicky pulp comic hero exploit here]“.

At some point it seems I missed out on the base level, hormone filled humor…

Herpules? Okay, I have to give it to the guy; that is, on some level, clever. More like a modern Saturday Night Live skit then a comic, but clever none the less.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Stuff: Fishy Date

When two old stage comedians, and on again/off again lovers, hook up for a dinner date, the jokes can go flying. So many jokes, in fact, that it’s a wonder we don’t starve when we go out…

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Stuff: Sage Advice

From all of us at Neverland Transit Authority, to all of you and your moms…


Friday, May 6, 2011

It’s the winds of change that fill the sails of our souls, moving us along the course of our lives. However, sometimes those winds are a gail force storm, leaving you a bit too sea sick to really tell where you’re going…
< Regular readers will probably have noted, by now, that there hasn’t been too much regular going on, here, for a couple weeks, now. Between death, near death, reunions, car wrecks, and operational turmoil both here, at Grand Central, and abroad in my life, there’s been a real issue, as of late, keeping the pressure up in the boiler. The engine keeps stalling along the line, here and there.

But, I’m pretty sure the chewing gum will hold until we can get to the next station, where I can affect some real repairs. Galactic Gun should return next Friday, as well as more issues of Stuff, too. And don’t forget to visit The Conductor’s Office for near daily funnies, commentary, and random weirdness, too.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Rough Morning

Dorothy Maxine Yaggy
January 1927 to April 2011

Loving wife, devoted mother,
doting grandmother,
faithful in her god.

Survived by her most cherished friend,
for whom I can sooth not his sorrows.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Stuff: Forever will it Dominate Your Destiny

Over the past weekend, quietly, Neverland Transit Authority celebrated its one year anniversary.

Neverland Transit Authority isn’t one year old.

When I was around seven, or so, I graduated from Super Friends, Adam West, and Batman coloring book into a new realm; Batman comic books. They were a bundle of odd single issues and one from an arch to which I never read the complete story. Being from the early 70′s (Though I discovered them in the early 80′s.), they were dark, more action packed, and – at that time – more mature than anything I had read to that point. I was hooked.

Yes, comics were going to be what I was going to do when I grew up. I knew it, I could feel it. Comics were the best thing ever! And I was going to live the glamorous life of a comic book creator; my creation world renowned. And on that day, you could say, the first survey of my imagination was taken; the first ties leveled for a rail to be nailed down to them.

That was thirty years ago. Today, looking back down the line, I can see the tracks have twisted and turned down some very different territory than had been initially planned. I discovered other genres; leaving behind superheroes. I took some time off to consider the field of animation. I battled cancer. And I tried out the stage for a few years, too.

But, eventually, I came back to the one thing I loved the most. Comics.

When I say that Neverland Transit Authority isn’t one year old, I’m not just being metaphorical, though. No, this is actually its third go around; having misfired once, and come crashing to a halt after that. But, like the winding rails that have brought me here, I have learned from the derailments, hijacks, and boiler valve failures. Eventually I got this little engine of a comic back on the rails, and that’s the year we celebrated this past weekend.

While, yes, I’m not where I figured I’d be when I’d be here, I have a wealth of knowledge and experience I never knew was out there; both in storytelling, and in life. It’s been one heck of a ride, so far. With any luck, it gets wackier from here.

Happy first year, Neverland Transit Authority; the little comic that could.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Stuff: Heartfelt Moment

The Chaucer ideal of a Roman priest marrying, and aiding Christian dissidents in the time of Claudius the second is sort of wonderful. Until you get to the end and read where he gets beat and stoned to death for his efforts.

And Cupid’s had it no better. When he finally got married, his mortal wife was forbidden to look upon him; managed by the fact he only ever was home in the dead of night. Ah, but you know how these myths with women and “conditions” usually end up; badly.

Historians will argue for the rest of history about how actually historical St. Valentine was, or was not. (Seriously, there’s like a dozen men with the name credited for all kinds of goodly acts.) And the actual mythological point of a “god of love” is probably lost, now, to a commercial Western World; what with his woes with women, and all. But one thing’s for sure… someone will always find a way to make a buck out of it, just the same.

Welcome to St. Valentine’s Day. Or, as we’ve come to know it, the Hallmark holiday of forced affections. Best you be off to go score your last minute cheap, cliché gift or slip into that “special something” you’d not normally be caught dead in the other 364 days of the year.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Stuff: Worse than His Bite

It seems such a loss that without the light of some unseen, imaginary shiny face, we can do little more than wallow in mud, waiting for some sort of cosmic hand out. Or, maybe an interesting comment on how Jews, Christians, and Muslims view themselves, and us as a whole; that we cannot accomplish anything without some supreme overlord to guide us… Well, really only his chosen… and catch us when we fall - and we will fall – because we are small, insignificant, and completely clueless.

So much the opposite is true, when you look around the world. Across the nations we can find mankind working, building, and coming together. Our past on this planet is full of amazing accomplishments; from ancient colossal stone monuments of such precision, to the unlocking of the genetic code - the very building blocks of life. We would be told that none of that comes from us without first being permitted by some unseen father like guardian; who would see fit to give us a rational, quizzical mind, and then forbid us to use it.

When, in reality – regardless of what anyone has ascribed a name to, it’s been man, all along, that has been the architect of his own moral compass; good, or bad. The rule of law? That’s been man. Farming? With a hoe in his hand, man. Organized society? Yeah, that was man, too. Science? Man… in a lab coat. The arts? With brush in hand… man.

Yes, in the past, when we knew no better, we spun various stories of robed men in clouds constructing, warring, and doing all various activities to explain what he had no answers to. That is the very birthplace of religions; in the needing minds of ourselves; striving for answers.

Religion does, also, offer some level of comfort. It shelters us in a large, scary world. It tells us we are special, and allows us to shift blame for our own undoing. In essence, it’s the cultural security blanket that we, as a collective whole, cling to like a child; looking for reassurance in a painful time of growth in an uncertain world.

But, to ironically pull from the Bible: “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man I put away such childish things.”
(1 Corinthians 13:11)

More so now than ever we need to realize that we are an amazing creature; part of a wondrous world. Sure, we are small. But we don’t have to stay small. Yes, the vastness of existence is daunting. But, imagine all the wonders it holds, waiting for us to find them; both out among the stars, and in our own backyards.

It was a long climb from the caves of ancient France and the plains of Africa to Kittyhawk. But only fifty years from Kittyhawk to the moon. And since then? Knowledge, understanding, and the tools to apply them on a scale that defies all that have come before. Fantasy has become the realm of play time, Science Fiction just a rough sketch of tomorrow.

Sure, we’re bound to make a few mistakes along the way; stub our collective toe, every now and then. And, yes, the realized scale of the universe is vast and a little more than bewildering. But, if we can’t find the courage and strength to overcome our fears, and tap the power that comes from within us, then we are doomed to be the sheep that the very superstitions of the past would have us believe.

Yes, I felt a little smug, as I left that barking Bible thumper confused on that San Francisco street corner. But I also felt a little sad. He didn’t understand what I said, at all. He just couldn’t. Never could he see the world and his fellow man as I do; with the greatest potential for the most amazing of things.

Peace and Grace be with you… Come out into the light to see you are the architect of our tomorrows; go out and build them, today.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Stuff: Time Skating By

I’m not sure what hits me harder, that I’m now over a third of a century old, I’m the slow grown up on the roller rink, or that my last girlfriend was born while I was beginning junior high…

There’s been a lot of life in the almost 37 years I haven’t been dead. Once upon a time it took a week to mail off a letter and get a response. Music came on vinyl at speeds, or on cassettes; first in eight tracks, then later in 120 minutes. Home computers rocked with their 100k memory and green and black screens. Getting to the store before it closed could be a race. And if you didn’t get cash from the bank before Friday at 5pm, you were out of luck until Monday.

And then there were roller rinks from the days when wheels were in sets, not in a line…

A couple months ago I got the chance to hit up a monthly event at a surviving roller rink in the south end of San Jose, California. And wow, let me tell you it took me back. Mainly, I think, because the building, the interior, and – I think – even the skates were all original. And kept in about as good repair as you’d expect; not much.

Sure took me back, though. I remember being one of the pre-teen terrors on the rink, buzzing past older folk, slipping through couples, and hanging the tight turns. Twenty five years later, and my first time back in skates in all that time? I felt pretty lucky that I only fell once.

Hey! That’s pretty good for twenty five years… Until I got buzzed by the eleven year olds with their own custom skates. Sure, I could have taken them in my day. But, it’s their day, now.

Peace and grace be with you; I’d yell at you to get off my lawn, but I’m too busy limbering up for the next all skate!

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Yes, thank you Jocelyn for being my super supportive best friend…

That’s right; it’s the new year and we continue with new looks. Some looks being still in flux, I suppose. The title box? No, that’s still a work in progress. The goatee? Yep, that’s back. The kilt? Well…