Crossing the line of reality.

I think it’s pretty obvious by now that I have a rather active imagination where my life is concerned. For instance, if a spider were to drop from the ceiling, onto my bed, and steal one of my earplugs, I’d probably let him keep it. This week should start a new arc of the story…ifContinue reading “Crossing the line of reality.”

Everybody has their own doom.

I put so much effort into the 7/21 strip, that I’ve held up the 7/23 one. Now my hand is cramped. For the record, I don’t keep the shop-vac that close to the basement door, and I’d never leave the radio plugged in on the stairs. I could kill someone with that, and at theContinue reading “Everybody has their own doom.”

Don’t give me any of that 17-year claptrap!

Cicadas emerge from my lawn every year. Oh, sure, they’re not the big ones, but what they lack in size, they make up in number. One almost always is chosen as ambassador and tries to greet me. It never works out. I assume they were surprised to see the tree gone as well.

Back to my roots.

This is the first time I tried to scan a napkin, and I’m not at all thrilled with the result. This doesn’t make me look forward to scanning the other hundred or so napkins I’ve drawn on over the years. Damn you, Marcal! Damn you and your embossed paper products!