I make drawings like this one when I don’t know what else to make.
When I know what else to make I make it.
If I am at work and unable to make it, I email the concept to myself.
My inbox is mostly:
To: ME From: ME Re: Comic about lasers having their high school portraits taken in front of a background of lasers!
I would not have thought of this on my own, but it was super rad. Next time, more cupcakes.
Summer is a busy time
Fred-dom’s periodical of record has officially deemed Portland, Oregon the #1 bikey city in the United States, and her rain-soaked residents are positively brimming with pride and smugness:
I’m not sure it’s fair to call Portland a “city.” New York is a city. Chicago is a city. Portland’s mostly just a handful of trendy businesses that have sprung up around a sawmill. I’m also not sure being #1 anything according to “Bicycling” is something to brag about, since it’s sort of like getting a card from grandma informing you that you’re the “#1 Grandchild.”
Truth
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This is my memoir. It’s called, “indifferent to birds.”
Also, I owe you guys a picture of my cloak, which I’m wearing currently, it’s faux fur…and the completion of a certain story about a certain lady and her nose.
I was recently asked, in front of quite a few people, to name three things someone “must” know about me. I froze! What would you say? It has to be three uncommon things, in order to be interesting to other people, right? But already you’re trying too hard to be interesting.
At this point you’re just standing silently in front of a group of people debating with yourself about your own data.
I got home and Pete was like, “you could have said- I play a lot of sports.” which is true. And defining. I play a lot of sports. Two frisbee teams and a soccer team, quite a bit of my free time.
You know what I said? “I made a video with my friend for Christmas where I dressed like a man.”
And I didn’t say anything else. Only that one, dumb thing.
Things I could have said: I’m superstitious; I only remember the good things I did as a big sister and none of the evil stuff; I don’t eat meat except when I do; I am thrilled to be turning into my mother; I love gift giving but I am bad at sending packages; I am afraid of trains and seaweed; I read The New Yorker; I am a bike commuter (but not a cyclist); my favorite language to listen to is Hebrew; and I am indifferent to birds.
Why can’t I always remember to be content and grateful? I have so much to be grateful for. I have my tween literature obsessions properly under control. I recently got a cloak as a gift. I haven’t peed myself on a trampoline in weeks.
Seriously, though. I resent the self-absorption that leads me to believe that all cops are watching me, and all of my problems are ginormous. All cops are watching me, but still. It’s because of my cloak. It’s just so rad.
I took a million photos this weekend, and had a million plans for them. But my memory card has taken ill and I’m not sure it will give me the pictures. I am headed downtown to a camera store, hoping they can recover the card. Wish me luck!
I made this when I was home alone for a few days and emailed it to my roommates so they would know I wasn’t missing them.
Pete trimmed the bamboo lining the fence in our side yard and planted a bed of Kale. Evil cat watched him do it.
Pete came home from work. The Kale was gone.
Pete planted more Kale. He covered the Kale in pieces of bamboo for protection. Evil cat watched him do it.
Pete looked out the window, the bamboo was gone. Pete put row cover on the kale and weighed it down with rocks. Evil cat watched him do it.
Evil cat pawed up the row cover. Pete saw him do it.
Pete and Britt eat Kale from the market. They never see evil cat again.
