My pair of waterproof shoes have no grip to them, even though it seems like making sure they don’t slip is a given. The designers at Timberland go home to their cabins after achieving ”dry socks.” “Dry socks” will also be a bullet point in the coroner’s autopsy report of my “stupid stoop death” (Which will be searchable on youtube before winter ends).
I decided to be more vegetarian today for health reasons, and then later went to a filipino restaurant and ate pork fat. I did two good things today: 1) decide to live a healthier lifestyle; 2) eat pork. Making good decisions and then just letting your body do whatever is the best of both worlds.
Hey, Spider-man I started getting into during the Gauntlet stories and it’s been a roller coaster ride since. This is how I write a Spider-man story, which is not unlike trying to talk lucidly after a concussion.
I did some animation for Elephant Larry.
Hey, I like to keep a notebook on me because I’m filled with fleeting thoughts, and it’s so frustrating when things I want to remember just fleet away, back into the dark corners of the cosmos. But this strip’s idea I remembered days later, because I thought of it on the train, and told it to an out-of-town friend when I met up with him. He replied with a blank stare and a confused look. So, if I wanted to retrieve this thought that was on the tip of my tongue, all I had to do was pull up his expression, and ask, “why am I seeing this weird face?”
I’m really not good at putting names with faces, but it turns out that I’m good at putting faces with heinous ideas.
