Life Without Taffy

For some reason or other I look like a damn creep when I grow a mustache. Like some bastard pedophile; like a rapist or something. A pathetic little mustache like something a thirteen year-old would have. If I have a little goatee action it doesn’t look as horrible. Oh well.

My girlfriend kt has a different view of me and I have one of her in quick sketch form over at kt’s home planet, her blog.

I accidently stepped on Mew’s tail one day and she blurted out this weird noise. Not too sure if this was the face she was making as I didn’t see her, but I think it fits.

Apparently the folks over at the trainyard by my home have given up on the whole covering up graffiti thing.

A failed attempt at a ‘making it up as you go’ comick. Not too sure where this one was headed. I put it down after working on it for an hour or so. That was a couple years ago.