Bits 'n Pieces.

When I woke up this morning, I was greeted with a cat puke explosion in my study. The culprit had managed to expel vomit on my office chair, my calendar, my space heater, my bag of bristol board purchased last evening, and the bag of cat food itself, not to mention approximately seven distinct masses on the rug. With four possible suspects, no one can be blamed.

However, while cleaning up I noticed a female flicker in my backyard. I haven't seen one of these since childhood.


I think today might be the day I take down the rotting Tibetan peace flags that came with the house and hang right outside my study window.

Three days ago I started turning the GoLite on my face the moment I awoke, before I got out of bed. I've woken up half an hour earlier each successive day.

Currently I have 14 pages of my new chapter completely inked and in the computer. Eleven more have been started. Fifteen left to start.

I will be headed to Mexico in two weeks to visit the tropical fish.

I have 200 copies of Ivy minicomics sitting in boxes to my right, all of which need to be hand-titled with a silver Sharpie.

There is a severely underused karaoke bar near my house on the trucking wasteland that is NE Columbia, and I need to round up a posse to bring some warm bodies to the place on weeknights. Chances are we'd be the only ones singing - that's how it's been the last two times I went. Plus the KJ is kind of a legend. Takers?

I've been dying to produce some color illustration, but for the life of me I can't pick a subject. They'll be coming, though. Maybe just some color sketchbook dailies?