Sons and More Sons

A watercolor of me, my nephew, and my brother for the moms on this, the greatest Mother's Day yet seen.  Oh man, that last trip to see them in Wisconsin was sweet! 

Empathy Machine

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

Holiday Journals From Wisconsin

I have a sloppy Journal, and I prefer it that way.

I slept 2 hours on the plane and 2 hours in the condo that first day of traveling. I'm reading my nephew 3 of Kipling's Just So Stories, and killed a bajillion zombies with my brother. Good stuff. Same thing next year, please.

Merry Crystalis

A gift for a coworker secret santa thingy and four ink drawings for my family. And no, I've no clue who the smoking chap is.



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Bookmark and Posters for Library Events

All these babies made on site with ink pen, sharpie, and photocopier, my current favorite mash of mediums:

Nephew Sprinkled; Starchy Feast Ensues

And little Niko slept through all the parts when he wasn't crying. He's a bold little bugger, fer sure.