Wednesday, October 31, 2007


MADD (mothers against Doughnut Drivers)

Love Cats.

Yes that's you.

Do you want my...

Seal of Approval?

Happy Halloween.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

no one can be uncheered by a balloon


I need help.
Walter is trying to find himself, or rather I am trying to find him.
His color..s?
Big eyes? Or little innocent eyes?
He may give in to a little bit of peer pressure.
He may not.

Some things are too good to be true.

Monday, October 29, 2007

i drew

Let the Record Show

The breakfast burrito is a rude and unsavory meal option.
I can abide them no longer.
Breakfast is meant to be eaten with utensils. period.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Saturday, October 27, 2007

Refrigerator adjacent.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Glutton for Punishment

Digital Booth


Wednesday, October 24, 2007

polar opposite

stars are fun

Fragile and Bright

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Keeper of the Silly Hats

Good Day Sunshine

Sunday, October 21, 2007

I've noticed that cracks in the sidewalk sometimes look like profiles of people kissing.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Roger that.

He laughs. A lot.

Roger Cross

I like Roger because his tongue curls when he laughs, sometimes.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007


For those of you who think i take after father, this image removes all doubt that i am, in fact, my mother's daughter.

Sunday, October 14, 2007

baby got back.

Dr Sketchy

Saturday, October 13, 2007

Dont drink, dont smoke, what do you do...

Goodie Three Shoes

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Agressive Red Wheelie String

On her way to the party Emily was waylaid by two beasties and their agressive red wheelie string.

My sister can beat up your sister.

news article

to whom it may concern,
Why does it seem that Bail Bond establishments often sponsor my sister's events?

Straight Bears Dont Wear Stripy Socks

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Paper is Fun

I heart this illustrator:
Jaime Zollars
Her book comes out in Fall of 08 and will be called Inside the Slidy Diner.

she also has a blog of fun paper projects:
paper forest blog

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Words That Are Fun To Say


1 trick

Monday, October 8, 2007


Okay, i live in the Ghetto.
I admit it.
Last night i met an evil little visitor. This is the 2nd cock-a-roach i have met in 2 years, and last night my creepy crawly friend was creepily crawling upon my toothbrush.
The sanctity of my toothbrush has been forever desicrated.
I killed him violently and loudly with much banging of bathroom items. He met an unfavorable end, i am proud to say.
Alas, the toothbrush is gone away as well, perfectly broken in bristles notwithstanding.

When i was young we sang this song (below), the toothbugs (as was explained to me by my mother) were tarter and tooth decay, and general smellyness that we use our toothbrush to eliminate. Toothbugs were NOT something that loitered upon one's brush, waiting for the fun suprise of potential oral hygene thwarted.

“I do not want to clean my teeth, a little boy once cried,
“I’ve washed my face and combed my hair, Thats quite enough,” he sighed;
Some tooth bugs hiding in his mouth, Began to dance in glee;
“At last we’ve found a home,” they cried, “We do not have to flee!”

“This boy has such a nice warm mouth, We’ll linger here all night;
His teeth are filled with bits of food, We’ll eat with all our might!”
The small boy heard their shout of glee, “Get out of there,” he cried;
He grabbed his brush and scrubbed and scrubbed ‘Till every tooth bug died.

PS. The lyrics of my youth were changed to accomidate our pacifist lifestyle, i think in our version the toothbugs were indignant and left the premisis of our mouths, off to find some other poor brat who refused to brush his/her teeth. A violent death, even for toothbugs, was to sad to sing of. Thanks, mum.

Sunday, October 7, 2007

hat pee barf ray, christ tea

Dear Munchkin,
Your powder blue electric guitar is in the mail. 10 months late. Please blame Stinky, as it was her job aquire said guitar on your behalf, and in a timely fashion. Or blame Trouble because she is the inforcer in the family and was in charge of pressuring Stinky. We all can't wait for you to make our parents climb the walls with auditory torment.
The Oldest
PS Yes i know the bean's instrument is short a string, i've heard its not important.

"A overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky earth" -goethe

Saturday, October 6, 2007

Thursday, October 4, 2007

postcard of the month

(mailham delivering postcarp)
i bought a sweet itty bitty little calendar. Beneath the tidy grid of days is a postcard, perforated to be torn away and sent. One per month.
I am totally doing it.
Merry Christmas, everyone, sorry to ruin the surprise.
PS. How does one go about perforating? perhaps it is like a paper cutter only with pointy teeth...