Life Without Taffy

Further proof that my girlfriend is several shades more creative than I. A cookiefied rendition of the game Katamari Damacy.

Mew wanted to get into the whole Halloween vibe so she allowed k.t. to paint her a little with some food coloring.

Hooray! Let’s all celebrate Satan’s birthday by eating so much candy we get diarrhea. Yeah! This is the lamest vampire ever. Me. In the Epcot shirt from, crap, fifteen or so years ago.

Several years ago I worked at a book publisher that specialized in books for psychologists and psychiatrists and the like. Given that there was only three or four hours of actual work for me to do on any given day, I have a crapload of drawings I did during this time. I remember having this picture left on the pad on my desk overnight. The next day, the bosses’ wife had a post-it attached to it that said ‘No you don’t’. I thought that was kind of funny. The boss was a retired psychologist and sometimes he’d give me these knowing looks. It was great.

A lame attempt at scientific illustration. At least I got to write anus.

I found this little gem at the grocery store earlier today. I hope they got their Scubby before they lost their list.

Sometimes it’s fun to make-up animals. This particular freakshow is an amalgamation of several different animals. Frightening and oddly erotic.

Jeez. What a letdown. Being in Tampa, I knew for about a week that Wilma wasn’t going to hit us directly, but I kinda wanted to see some shit flying around. Some rain and wind. Boring. Anyhow. At 2 in the morning on the 24th, our power went out briefly. Being horribly dependent on technology and such, me and k.t had to find something to do.

With the candles and flashlights going, we made some shadow puppets onto pieces of paper. This is what I converted a simple outline into. Weird.

Yeah. Call Linda. Tell her about your rust-colored urine.

So’s I found this grocery list on the tackily gaytarded Nascar stationary. I thought two things: Is gaytarded even a word? and What the effing heck is stitch witchery? Stitch Witchery. That sounds awesome. What the heck? Turns out it’s just some polyamide fusible web that permanently bonds two layers of fabric together. Talk about false advertising. That’s barely witchery at all.