'S'Truth

There are always helicopters in Los Angeles.

From Bygone Days

Some of you may remember when I went to the Humphrey Museum in Colorado, back in 2016. The museum was the homestead of my great-grandfather's sister. 

The museum has closed now, the contents auctioned off. Today I received some of the family photos as well as the personal diaries of my great-great grandmother.

We aren't really sure what to do with them, but my extended family agreed Burbank seems a good spot to keep these items for a while.

Mud and Water

I’m working on a little tray to hold dish soap in JC. It sometimes drips onto the counter. 

Surely one of these will find their way to the finish line.

But Is It A Metaphor?

Like all creative endeavors—or like, you know, life—pottery begins with optimism and hope. You have only to try, and your genius will take shape. 

Tonight I couldn’t center the clay, but I kept trying, and finally it just kind of collapsed.

They Never Stop

Eighteen days of comics deliveries.

Trail Mix Is Not A Great Dinner

A late flight out of Newark turned into a 23 minute connection in Denver. 

A quick sprint later, grabbed some trail mix for dinner, now sitting on the plane for Burbank…with a 20 minute delay. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Watch Our for Bouncing Spiders!

Cuz I really know how to have a birthday!

My Own Person Marathon, But With A Wheelie Bag

Here's a mildly interesting challenge. My flight tomorrow leaves around 3 from Newark Airport. The Jersey City Marathon has the streets closed until 3. 

Hmm. 

I will probably walk out of the range of the marathon.

Cap and the Soy Burgers

Cap was just thinking of those soy burgers from that fancy restaurant, courtesy of the Austin Chronicle.

The restaurant was Mother's, and it wasn't particularly fancy, unless you were a wide-eyed kid from West Virginia, making a living off working at McDonald's and selling hand-copied cassettes. I knew Daniel Johnston from a day he showed up at the free weekly newspaper in Austin, where I was a college intern in early 1986 (!).

Daniel was obsessed with Jack Kirby and John Lennon, among other things, and I'm not likely to speak in public about the Beatles, but I can hold my own on the topic of comics and Daniel Johnston.

Here is your reminder if you live in NYC--tonight, Friday night, if you're a Daniel fan, come by and see us talk about Daniel at Jung Kim's photo exhibit. The exhibit is up until close of day Sunday and admission is free.

Better Luck Next Time

I swear I wasn't pulling Jay's tail. I don't know what was going on here. 

I'm going to have to abandon catching the tuxedo feral this go-round. He won't go all the way in the trap because the less-feral cats are always glaring at him, ready to chase him off to protect their personal property (my patio, but don't tell them it's mine). I might have to invest in a drop trap. 

And in second tuxedo cat news, I got a better look at him yesterday. If I give him a Flash name, we've already used Barry, Wally, Bart, and Jay. Maybe it's a she and she's Jesse.