Pass the Pemmican

For the uninitiated: Vegemite was once the principle food of the Old World, a miraculous mixture of cat bile, beer yeast and shoe polish that tasted bad on everything. Recommended for use on cardboard, cats, and crackers.

For the stout-hearted: my all-time favorite thanksgiving encounter. Land theft was a dangerous business, one best left to only the most fierce of Puritan microbes.

Touched Up by an Angel

The only way to make something more annoying is to slap some wings on it. But they are such impassioned little cronies, frolicking about the manicured lawns in their tunics. Singing 'Hey Jude' with quivering falsettos.

Plath a-Nonplussed

I've been reading much Sylvia Plath of late. I tend to skip back and forth in her unabridged journal for heightened contrast. Cheery, abysmal, excited, despairing, cheeky, morbid. Here, she is seen modeling a chimeric outfit assembled from the various black and white photos available. She is currently more on the pensive side, with potentially negative tendencies.


Actually I have no idea what I'm doing. I keep opening the book at random, reading a page, closing it, and repeating the process. No bookmark, no brain, no problem.

A Swarmi of Me

It took more than a few of my sick days, but I finally scanned my daily watercolor self-portraits. I made them more than three years ago, but they continue to surprise me when I flip through them. And speaking of flip, you can do so at my Flickr site, either via slideshow or your traditional browsing.

I know, right? Eighty-seven of me.


I KNOW

Late Eves and Early Morns are Not Sustainable

Yeah, so I am pretty sure that the bottom four panels from Jan. 26 have raised the funny bar. Jan. 25 shows me flipping an omlette, and Jan. 27 has some of my blood on it.


And I am still sick. :P

Her Hormones Are Straining The Oxen

That was the worst, wasn't it? Everything'd be going along fairly well, you'd get to Ash Hallow or something, then somebody'd get cholera and suddenly it's quittin' time: Nebraska never looked so good. Yes yes yes, restart game already.

Incidentally, I really enjoy the word 'cholera.' Like cholesterol, but deadlier. And sexier.


Except for the rampant diarrhea.

Righteous, Rude and Racist