Life Without Taffy

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So a couple days ago during a little rainstorm at about 12 in the morning, our power got knocked out. In continuing with a tradition started with hurricane Wilma, me and the ladyfriend did some candlelight drawings, just like Abe Lincoln and shit. The power came back on a half an hour later or so but I did the self-portrait above and a little one of Tyrone from No Outlet below.

A quick drawing of a mysterious character appearing in issue 2 of the comick me and my girlfriend are working on.

See some more images from No Outlet.

So a co-worker of my decided to talk some shit about me on her Myspace page for doing my job. She resorted to name-calling and generally childish behaviour. She knows I know about her site and so she definitely meant for me to see it. She’ll see this. And I’m holding back, big time. With the exception of the awful caricature, I’m trying to be a little civilized about this. And Robo-A$$? What the hell is that supposed to be? A$$? You can’t even write ass? Lame. See her original post here. (She has since made her blog private, persumably after reading this or to talk some more shit. If anyone wants to read it, let me know. I did get a printout of it I can transcribe.)

I found this half of a photo behind a Walgreens. Part of the fun of finding stuff like this is trying to figure out how it ended up where it was. Being it was half of a photo, what was going on in the other half of the picture? Why did this get thrown out? Was Mr. Georgia Tech not into being safe so Safety couldn’t hang with him anymore? Did Safety get all tweaked out on meth and take a swing at Georgia Tech’s mom? I could do this all day.

How about this: Safety accidentally drank some Liquid Plumr and vomited all over Georgia Tech’s X-Box. Georgia Tech doesn’t notice until he tries to boot up to play some Halo and his X-Box catches fire and burns though his assortment of VD prescription medications, including half of this picture and he has to flee his home via dune buggy. Amongst all the confusion and grief, his gonorrhea flairs up, he flips his dune buggy and busts his head open. The dune buggy flies into the Walgreens and explodes. He slips into a coma and I find the picture. Yeah. That’s it.

I find stuff. See some more over here.

More found stuff:

• Found Magazine
• Ookpik’s Negativity
• bighappyfunhouse
• Time Tales
• Swapatorium