Variations On Freaking Out

 

 

Somewhere Over the Hump

For the record, I'm not shooting a gun in the first comic. Probably just throwing books. Scholar's rage.

Reverse Spitoon

A little inebriation goes a long way, they say. Lookit 'im, he's so happy. Sip sip.

Another Somewhat Close Mate Call With a Black Swan

Dedicated to Mak, who, despite possessing full sobriety and maximum wakefulness, had a brief run-in with a stray:No, no, I wasn't there, but he drove out of my driveway approximately ten minutes prior. The details were related considerably later, when I felt like turning my cell phone on after a week or so. Luckily, he didn't disturb my easy going evening. Or my following day. And so on.


Highly recommend the latest Long Now Seminar on Long-term Thinking. The speaker is the highly controversial Nassim Nicholas Taleb. Give it a go. It's academia except you can turn it off.


And one more plug for the comic workshop:

Confedera, See?

Back from North Carolina--a destination that proved too south for my testes. In our one week together, Mak and I camped three nights, hiked three days, jaywalked two days, traveled two days, and didn't kill each other. Glad to be balk, folks. Next up: fruit-pickin' in Jersey.

Shout out to a bangin' open mic and slam session at the crimson moon last wednesday. sweet weirdness spreading across the floor, ah swear! Read two new poems and I shalt write more.

And a monster kudos shoutout to my sole brother Tim, as he presented his phd physics thesis to a 40-person capacity upenn room filled with 60-persons. I followed everything, pretty much. E Coli. Gene switchery. Glowing colonies that grow in the dark. And he said 'micromolar.' That means little teeth.

Don Queithote and Sanchadd Panzadd

A road trip with Mäk is gonna feel something like this:


Been listening to Don Quixote on audio cassette... even a grocery trip proves exhilarating when narrated by George Guidall.

Mak Mak Mak

It's high time the world were exposed to the strange, strange mind of Mak Ice. This first episode's intentionally tame. Steel yourselves, for we approach the convoluted jungle of mad genius. Keep your plucky hands and greasy feet in the cardboard box at all times.