So I started reading Saint Young Men. It's a little strange and some of the jokes are lost on me, but it's entertaining. Thanks to Natalie Nourigat for bringing it to my attention (via Between the Gears). Emerald City Comic Con was this weekend and I missed it owing to being chained to the Valley of Ash. I'm desperately wanting to leave this place, but where to build a new nest and how?


Uploaded by meytalll on Jun 16, 2010

I've been recently having dreams about women I'm attracted to but don't know. Well I did actually meet Kina back in Oct. 2009.


Uploaded by kinagrannis on Feb 28, 2011

It must be the approaching spring messing with my body chemistry and trying to get my subconscious in a sentimental figure four. Too bad I'm painfully aware of my own skepticism and awkwardness. If I could just be an idiot for a while again I would surrender.


Uploaded by joeljosefsson on Jul 11, 2008

I created a tumblr: King of the Siams

Here are a few of the tumblr's I now follow:

Ming Doyle
hello, jordyn b.
Roman Muradov
midnite surprise
pancake pancake pancake
Emmy
drawhthisdress

I also have some projects I want to get around to starting including another tumblr page, a tribute to Dwayne McDuffie, and a March-themed autobio comic. Wish me luck this month that I get off my lazy donkey and burrow into the fertile soil of my subconscious. Did you see what I did--aww never mind. Peace and Goodwill my friends.


Uploaded by DanielaSings on Mar 5, 2011

Point of Accumulation

This weekend we said goodbye to one of the greats of jazz, James Moody.


jibcraip | May 13, 2007


The twelve days of Christmas are nigh and no doubt people are thinking about the things they're going to buy for their loved ones, the things they want, or the effect of the things they've already got. No gift exchanging for me this year since my family is all far away and lost in the chaos of our own meandering lives. Sad, I know.

I've been thinking about my childhood and growing up poor. I can remember being one of those kids who wished for everything he could possibly think of. I wonder if I figured I had the freedom to wish for any and every thing since there was little possibility of getting anything. I also remember many years of straight up yearning: yearning for material things and also for abstract things: a new life, a more sentimental family, a change of scenery. The more I think about it, the more my life seems like the backstory for a supervillian.

It's too bad I'm just an average Joe, though. No tragic villiany, no superheroic struggle. No warm, loving family life. I'm one of billions of people who are mostly alone on the holidays with an average array of "stuff" around him, an ordinary job, an unspectacular nightlife. Here and there I've made piecemeal improvements to my life. Over time I begin to wonder if this accumulation of things and subtle changes amounts to something uncanny. I want to eschew the trite and traditional question of the meaning of life, and focus on what individual pieces accrue into over time. Think Ship of Theseus. I'm also asking the question for the sake of this blog, and for my life's work.

I caught an episode of Brew Masters this weekend wherein the head brewers wondered if the recipe for a 4 year old IPA called 120 had changed. They did, in fact, discover a change in taste through a sampling of 3 years of brewing. They subsequently decided to dial the recipe back to what it tasted like in 2006. Neat stuff.

Quick Change (1990) directed by and starring Bill Murray. I watched it. This weekend I also watched RED, and got into Elfen Lied. I have 7 more episodes of Lied. Somewhere I also started watching Dexter. These are good, bloody shows.

First Portrait-dex and now Drawthisdress web comic artists make the best tumblr blogs.

And now for no reason at all: A good ol' soul playlist feat. Alexander O'Neal and friends.

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