Life Without Taffy

Because of my somewhat long hair and me getting a little older, after bathing I leave a little souvenir of some stray hairs in the bathtub. k.t. made me a sign. I complied, because I don’t want hair in my freaking coffee, that’s for sure.

My memory isn’t what it used to be, I’ll admit that. After a few askings by my girlfriend to hang up my towels, she just put up a sign by the bathroom. Another reason she rules.

I keep a stack of 3×5 index cards here on the desk for me to doodle and such on when I’m waiting for something to load on the computer or to write little notes and crap. This fellow got scribbled out a couple days ago. I liked it until I got to the mouth area, which I always screw up. Oh, well.

Yet another retarded instrumental musick track over at my Soundclick page. Whiskerthief also features the talented cat Mew. I swear she wasn’t hurt at all during this recording. She makes that noise any time you pick her up.

Yet another of my strange hobbies is taking photographs of complete strangers, all covert-like and such. Sure, there are questions of legality and stuff. Oh well.

I tend to snap some photos when k.t. is driving around. This is a particularly good one of some old guy gardening in a chair. I’m such a jerk.

Yet another zombie drawing. This one’s from a couple years ago. After going through my drawings, it seems all that I draw are zombies and robots. I’m so lame.

I’m a long-time comic fan. They really did the Spider-Man movies right. The third one’s about to get going here and I figured I’d throw up one of my favorite renditions of him. This one I did a couple years back, I still dig it though.

Yes. A lame attempt at a webcomic. If y’all digs it, let me know in the comments. If popular enough, I’ll do some more.

Another ancient picture I’ve unearthed. I must’ve drawn this one in 1981 or so, when the world was in the throes of the Pac-Man fever pandemic that we, as Americans, still haven’t quite recovered from.