Clint Wolf

I’m not a “five year plan” kind of guy, for the most part. I guess Zombie Ranch might be an exception just based on it existing for 14 years and counting. We’ve slowed down considerably but haven’t stopped, which is more than I can say for most of our peers back when we started. We’ve put out over 20 print issues and 2 volume collections, and what do we have to show for it? Well, at some point Dawn and I decided not to rate our success in fame or dollar signs. Against all odds we retain a core audience of people wanting to read the story being told, some of whom are so enthusiastic about it I occasionally feel guilty about not living up to their wishes for more content. And yet we’re not getting any younger and we’re not making a lot of money off of this, so we err on the side of health and sanity. We still...

Is the term “killer app” still in parlance in the tech community? If not, quick rundown: hardware by itself doesn’t sell, or at least doesn’t sell for long. This is particularly true with game consoles and is why they tend to jealously guard their library of IPs. I remember the original release of the Xbox, and my local group and I had next to no interest in shelling out for that thing until we played HALO at a friend’s house, and within a few months all of us had an Xbox. Because HALO. That one game was arguable what made the Xbox a contender in the console marketplace. It was the “killer app.” A couple of decades earlier, the consensus was that as far as emerging videocassette technology was concerned, Betamax was the clearly superior format to VHS. And yet VHS won out, because the porn industry chose to make their tapes compatible with it. In the world of entertainment,...

Schrödinger aside, this title is referencing us. Dawn and I don’t have kids, we have a cat. Our agreement was that if we ever divorced, the person who asked for it would have to take custody of the cat. We kid, of course. We loved the little furball for all of her 21(!) years with us, even if her kidneys had been slowly failing her over the past few. Up until fairly recently she was still running and jumping and meowing, if not with the spryness of her prime years. Hey I’d like to see a human over a hundred years old (relatively) free climb or clear their own height in a standing jump, even if she’d started to sometimes miss her mark. She had always been skinny in a world of chonk, but more and more we felt her bones through her skin. She couldn’t seem to lift her tail anymore, or even sit down comfortably. Epileptic seizures had started, about...