Drivin'

Introducing Pam to MB World:





As it turns out, the car they actually gave me was nearly as ridiculous. I named her Andromeda because it seemed to fit. I'm a little sad, because it's going to be awhile before I'm around that good of a stereo system again.

Expect t-shirt designs sometime this week!

Happy Tofurky Day!

Or, Happy Disacknowledging Genocide Day!



Or maybe not. We'll see. If you are wondering what Thursgay is, it is neither as horrible or as awesome as it sounds.

This is going to be my last list on Milkyboots, because if I see another list on the internet I will vomit.

10 for Thanksgiving (not in order)

-Howard Zinn, who is so great it makes me cry
-my hair having grown out enough that I don't *think* people are assuming things about my sexual orientation anymore
-E for Explosion, who sound like the Jealous Sound plus everything that was wrong with early-aughts emo-pop, and I don't care
-the one government subsidy I receive
-my friends and family
-Lyra, Pony and my 'puter
-sliding-scale therapists
-that I am, despite my best efforts, American
-all the musicians and artists that hold my little heart together
-myself, for being the awesomest Virginia I can be

+1 All y'all out there reading this!

"So, are you guys like, taggers?"

This one's for my SF peeps. Mark Gonzales is a strange fellow, and is not afraid of approaching random cyclists on their way to buy tortillas from the 24-hour grocery store.

The new Bejeezus is officially out and can be found at these fine shops.

I will be going to Decatur, IL, one of the most depressing places in America, for thanksgiving, but I will still be posting like regular. It will be a wonderful weekend of trying to explain my dietary restrictions and drawings, and also subtle hints about how I should either be makin' babies or going to law school. But I have ammunition! I am thinking (not very hard) about going back to school at PSU for linguistics. Or etymology. That should keep 'em happy, right?

It won't hurt, it's just art.

And that was the abrupt end of a potentially interesting conversation.

The corporate American flag is a product of Adbusters, a magazine I vaguely remember being good in 2002.

I'd say something interesting about my life right now, but honestly, I've barely spoken to another human being outside of work all week.

By the way, I'm moving to Portland (OR) in January. I thought I'd told everyone, but people still act surprised.

The new Bejeezus is out this week. I have a comic in it! And it's full of other good stuff besides.

I <3 Damien Kuntz...

For doing this and not telling me. That is amazing, dude. Thank you. Also, sorry it took me two months to read yer blog.

Everyone should check out no sleep machine.

On Bike Commuting.

D'you know how many crudely drawn webcomics there are in the world? About 800 million billion. Here is one.

Actually, it's the only thing.

And that was the last time I tried to talk to any of the doctors that come into the bakery. Poor guy was so embarrassed I don't think he ever came back.


As y'all may have noticed, I've been posting a lot more. I am trying to put up a new comic every Tuesday, Thursday and Sunday for your time-wasting pleasure. So barring any more complications in the tragi-comedy that has been 2008, that will be the schedule. I am also trying to hit #100 by the end of the year.

Also, keep the t-shirt color ideas coming!

A Goddamn Song About a Cat.

When separated, JWoolard and I turn into GIRLS.

I am thinking about making Milkyboots t-shirts. Do y'all have any t-shirt color preferences?

Forgot.

I realized this morning that my last comic will make no sense if you haven't read Milkyboots #5. Perhaps you should buy it.

If nothing else, at least you weren't sobbing your eyes out because of a song about a cat that runs away at seven this morning. Remember that.

Hey, They Still Bought It.

Look, there's evidence that I actually can draw in the background. Still practicing with the tablet. "Awesome Selling Technique" is borrowed from James Kolchalka's Amazing Sales Technique, though I really did say that to some ladies.

I think I nailed my look of utter terror pretty well. Art shows are scary! Thanks to everyone who bought stuff last week.

I'm going to go interact with human beings who aren't trying to buy coffee from me now.

Joanna.

I might be happy forever (or maybe a week) if I had one of these:


I'm also adding Jeffrey Rowland to the list of web-comix makers who I would happily spend the rest of my life with. (Honestly, there is only one other person on the list, and I think they work together.)

One more thing: While I try to be fair-minded all the time, could you maybe not shoot me evil looks from your Escalade while I'm riding my bike to work in the freezing rain with a cold so your stupid, high fructose corn syrup-addled kids might have a planet to live on when they grow up? Thnx.

Cold Straight to the Head.

I love stupid photoshop brushes.

Other suggestions include: talking to your cat, working too much, stumbleupon, MMORPG (for people with a better 'borrowed' internet connection than mine), alcohol, making up 8 million projects to work on then not working on them but obsessing about the fact that you're not working on them (exactly), more alcohol and texting JWoolard about inane bullshit.

P.S. I think that's pretty close to what I say to myself when I come home drunk, but honestly, I can't really remember.

Bacon Grease?

I've been stumbling around the interweb this morning and I swear, three or more of the pages I've found were talking about bacon grease. Is there something going on that I don't know about? Is this a new meme?

"Down With the Bros and the Hos"

This conversation did not actually happen.



I've been reading the McSweeney's book of lists today, so ...



Things That Happened Yesterday That Are Amazing, Despite Which, I am Still Depressed:

-I made $50 at the art show

-Someone who I don't really like (but also don't really know) bought something from me (No, it wasn't you, Tiffany. I like you.)

-I discovered I was mentioned in an article in the DC web magazine The New Gay, sandwiched in a paragraph between Daniel Clowes and Phoebe Gloeckner.

-Lil' Laura bit me like six times

TMI? IDC.

I am going to be at this show, selling my art work:



And other stuff. Afterwards, go to the Clay Buffet for art by Derek Byrd and music by Skyscraper Stereo.

And just to make this the most picture-heavy post ever, here is my sexy bruise:



Bloomington ladies are fierce!

Correction of my oft-quoted (ha!) Critical Mass post: Pat told me he is not a Republican and actually he voted for Obama.

Did Something Happen Yesterday?

Here's two comics, cause I've been slacking.





I wish I'd had time to draw Lucy, but I'm on my lunch break. Don't worry, I voted. And even watched election coverage.

Update:
1. Would describing one of my friends as "a big, tall bucket of sex" be inappropriate?
2. Would said friend then describe me as "a small, short bucket of sex"?
3. Is "Kentucky Amazon sex goddess" perhaps a better descriptor for said friend?
4. This is the kind of thing I think about on my bike ride home from work, when I'm not writing angry letters to my mortal enemies in my head.

Yay! Liv's in town!