Life Without Taffy

Another photo from the near-legendary pile of goodness. I’d like to think this is Chas Stephens son, but I don’t know for sure.

A close-up on the dog from a previous post. I found several photos of the dog and his presumed owners. I may post more if anybody’s interested.

As some of you may know, I’m working on a comick with my girlfriend. We both have supporting roles in the story and this is a piece of concept art for the comick version of me.

I found this photo in a stuck-together pile with this one. I really wish I knew what the photographer said to get such a great reaction. I’ll be posting some more from this batch this week.

See some more craps involving our cat Mew here.

See some more animated giffery (giffery? Is that a real word?) here.

I found this photo on the way to work the other day. The cats look a little high so I figured it would somehow be appropriate for today.

(How’s that for an attention grabbing post title?)

So I was eating some tuna for a snack at work a little while ago and it struck me as odd: the spokesman for Starkist is a tuna. He wants you to eat tuna. His friends. His family. Eat up. I drew this dumb picture. Charlie the tuna, apparently. I thought it was Charlie Tuna. Hmm. You learns junk every day.’

Sorry for the lack of posts recently. I’ve been in a sort of artistic funk lately. Things will pick up, I’m sure. Stay tuned.

The most ridiculous effing thing of ever.