Halloween

I am bad at halloween, so this is my only costume idea so far:



Have a safe & fun weekend y'all.

A Balanced Meal

Whoopie Pie and the "Pure Power Team"

I'm not going to name the book because it does not deserve even the meager hits my blog would generate. I'll just say that football is not a good metaphor for discouraging premarital sex and leave it at that.

Endless Projects

Hurghl, I am so busy this week I could cry.

We had a very inspiring guest lecture in my class by Annie Murphy entitled "Comics as Survival". If I had more time I would tell you about it, but basically, people have been doing graphic narrative for a really long time and it is a very important art form, both on a cultural level and a personal level.

Today's Special

My boss at the IPRC regularly has me draw things for her workshops. This is what she had me do today and I thought I'd share since I don't have a diary page done.







These are being used at an elementary school, hence the 'juice'. I will be a classy eighty year old.

Picnic time!

Cherry Sprout is a pretty great place, but they seriously need more cookies.

Carrot is a blogging friend of mine who I met (after being internet friends for many months) in real life for the first time in September. Her lovely writing can be found here.

Goodbye, Ray-ray!

Rach just made it to Greece, yay her!

I wasn't very nice this day, I ditched Olivia twice when she had a stomach ache. Luckily she is a pretty understanding lady.

Also, my friend Amanda has an excellent blog about her vegan adventures in the Twin Cities. You should read it, it's called ladydog.

"I want to win tonight!"

If you feel like you would enjoy a comic of saints telling a knock-knock joke, please click here. It was my homework last week.

If you enjoy books and things that are fun AND live in Portland, you should probably attend the IPRC's 4th Annual Text Ball. I will be bartending, so please tip well.

Lil Dog Demon

This is my homework from two weeks ago, a gag panel. That friendly lil guy appeared next to my bed about a month ago while I was awake/lucid dreaming/hallucinating. It was terrifying and it took me about three minutes to realize he was actually my suitcase.

It's been a year. Miss you, Jen ...

"Call me Dic-Doc"

Meant to post this yesterday, but time got away from me! That night at the Bluffs was really fun; Stormgren got a new nickname too, but I couldn't remember it. There are pictures on my flickr if y'all want to be creepsters.