Friday, February 29, 2008

It's true.

They don't have the internet in Florida.

ps. JWoolard, please don't hate me!


Monday, February 25, 2008 lied.

They said it was gonna be 55 today. Grrrr....

This one's a bit...graphic. And again, inspired by a conversation with Andrew.

I kind of feel like crap right now. Goomba.


Saturday, February 23, 2008

Cut the Mullet.

JWoolard in this comic is the best I've drawn so far. Goddamn, are her boobs hard to draw.


Friday, February 22, 2008

Stuck in the Tree House

No comic today, sorry. Maybe tomorrow.

I am *literally* stuck in my house, because the steps leading downstairs are outside and too icy to walk down safely. I'm sure that this is some sort of a fire hazard. Good thing I'm flame-retardant.

Today I have two lists!

A. Two Things I Spent A Lot Of Time Last Night Laying Awake Thinking About:

1. Is 'cute' art? Discounting if you're Japanese (Ai Yamaguchi, Junko Mizuno, Takeshi Murakami, etc.) Can I really define myself as an artist if most of the things I do are 'cute'? I would say I was more of a craftsperson (artisan? words suck sometimes) and when I do 'serious' 'art', it's always 'cute'. I'm reminded of when I was painting with Gretchen and I made some comment about liking pink. She said, of course you do. So I painted a big pink unicorn just to show her. When I think about the serious art I've tried to do, I feel like it's fallen short of the 'art' mark.
I think part of my neurosis here is not having a formal 'art' education. Not that you need one to be able to do or create art, though most of the artists I know have exactly that. Maybe to be an iconoclast you need to know what the icon is?
And where does 'cute' fit in?

2. Does love exist?

B. 10 for 22
-Leslie Feist's cover of 'Lover's Spit'
-Cloud Cult 'Washed Your Car'
-staying in being a strange cure for loneliness
-internets @ the house!
-Nothing Nice To Say ("Bananarchy!")
-Howl's Moving Castle
-Toshiro Mifune being weirdly hot
-lavish praise of my writing (Thanx, Kayti and Megan!)
-JWoolard being in a better mood

Thursday, February 21, 2008


Nothing like spending 18 hours in bed having semi-hallucinations to make you doubt the validity of everything you've ever created, not that a silly webcomic is a terribly important 'work'. I'm posting it even though I think it sucks and no one except Damien knows who the Paper Chase are.


Saturday, February 16, 2008


I have a new OS! And I'm drunk.


I've Underestimated My Charm (Again)

The internet loves me today!


I wrote this before I went out on my birthday, then it actually happened! 'DJ Jamz' was all like, sure I'll play it for you when I got there, but by the time I was getting tired, he decided to tell me to fuck off instead.

I'm drawing your braces in next time, dude.

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

As Yet Unnamed #11

Whoops, out of order. Oh well.

Things I've been enjoying lately (10 for 13):

The Black Kids 'Wizard of Ahhhs' demo
Diesel Sweeties webcomic
Kurasawa movies
my pipes not having frozen yet
the Sprout Monster!!!
Lil' Laura (especially when she's drunk)
my own writing
the beauty that is online music archives
The Shout Out Louds "Please, Please, Please"
(plus one! Regine Spektor "Ode to Divorce")


Monday, February 11, 2008

As Yet Unnamed #10

Goddamn, it is cold out today.

I got my wallet back, but not my planner. Oh well, I hope whoever stole my shit has fun with my $15. Thanks for not taking my credit or debit card or my camera! You're the best thief ever, especially considering my bad track record with cameras (that Canon Rebel had pictures of Bright Eyes playing at the 400 Bar, fucker!)

I can hear y'all laughing; gimme a break, it was 2001.


Saturday, February 9, 2008

huhhhh....As Yet Unnamed #9

New look!

My brain hurts. Thanks, y'all for an awesome bday. Now I just wish I hadn't left my wallet and planner at Fuzion.


Friday, February 8, 2008

Duh Birthday.

I'm 27 today. I have to say I am pretty much exactly where I pictured I'd be 10 years ago. I tried to go renew my license this morning, but the gummit hates me and wants my social security card. Tonight ... moustache party at Quills, Ultrapulverize CD release at Vernon Lanes, dancing my ass off at Fuzion. See ya there!


Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Three Habits and As Yet Unnamed #7

Unfortunate Habits I Have Picked Up Of Late:

-dumping pumpkin seeds on the floor of the kitchen
-listening to sensefield
-using "WTF?" in conversation

Watch my high school buddy Paul eat haggis:


Monday, February 4, 2008

A Bit of Mopey Self-Indulgence

Bear with me here, I am feeling desperately needy.

Sunday night, sitting on the couch, leaning on Laura, with two dogs and a cat piled on top of me, warm, comfortable, full of food and beer, I felt completely content.

Two wishes for this week:
-that that feeling will carry me the rest of the week
-that will let myself cry everytime I need to. I cry everytime A. emails me.

Saturday night made me think of something I wrote last year:

Sweetness Never Suits Me.
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow. Every morning, wake up depressed and angry, confused, tense. So many secrets, I have no secrets. Everything is written in my face, my bruises, my trembling hands, my empty stomach. I want to be alone, to be surrounded by people, to never say anything wrong, do anything wrong, to be able to make all our wild plans come true, to be notorious, loved. I forgive me, I forgive me, all my lazy imperfections, my flawed face, my nervous bragging, my sorry eyesight, my absurd longings, all the dangerous drunken bike rides, dancing with people who aren’t mine, nights that I have forgotten, the tiny psychic scars I’ve left on all I love, my hypocrisy, my stubbornness, my awkward, needy drivenness for comfort and acceptance. I forgive myself these sins, and I will play them out again every night and write this again every morning, a letter to myself, asking redemption of my stone-cold ego.

“Just remember - you’re working right now.” -Daniel.
(Sorry Summer, May 30, 2007)

Friday, February 1, 2008

As Yet Unnamed #6

I woke up from a dream this morning crying, which has never happened before. I don't remember why, or what was happening in the dream. The night before I dreamt of a fire, I think because of the Lava House. I've been sleeping heavily, for eight hours or more every night, also unusual. It's been taking me an hour just to get out of bed every morning. Must be the weather.