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All the diet soda in the world! Also sweatpant shorts, protein bars ($5 Target card if you buy 3), and one of those little RFID blocking things you put in your wallet to keep identity thieves from stealing your credit … Continue reading
“Dolphin Gray Mica” is the manufacturer’s name for the color of this small Japanese sedan. It’s a 2013 Mazda 3 Sport, and the color is really rather pretty when you see the car in person. It’s basically a medium grey, … Continue reading
The annual American grownup birthday freakout has nothing to do with getting older. It just sends you rushing for your wallet. My driver’s license! Did it just expire? Am I going to have to go to the BMV? Am I … Continue reading
Cartoonist (to him or herself) : Draw fast! All your references for the drawing of the antique skeleton key* are on your phone and you’re running out of juice! Cartoonist’s younger self (or, if the Cartoonist is already young, an … Continue reading
overslept. went to the butcher’s. walked the dogs. chose and edited new cover images for a bunch of my boards on Pinterest*. cleaned (most of) the bathroom. did some nasty yard work involving thorny things. made Internet Pancakes**. edited some … Continue reading
Specifically, the lighting department at Menards, where I was looking for something different to do with my Polaroid Cube toy camera on another dull, damp, cold winter day. To say I was surprised by what I found when I downloaded … Continue reading
I went out to take some photographs this afternoon*, and parked the Pentax** on the coffee table while I put on my shoes. And then I realized I had set up a little still life that says a lot about … Continue reading
Be back tomorrow– I’m launching a new story today. That is, by the way, exactly what a rebellious young story looks like. (Image from The Rutland Psalter, now in the British Library. Manuscript made in England, possibly in London … Continue reading
I wrote a poem in my head today. Remembered it all when I got home, in spite of taking photographs and going to the Post Office and drinking a giant Java Wave coffee from the Family Express. Go home Google, … Continue reading
Freidrichshaven, 1918. I don’t know whether today was the airplane or the house. (Dino Park Part 2 tomorrow. Also, where’s my lens?)