back to it.

Drew this at the breakfast table this morning. Thanks to Andrew for the idea.

Palm Sundae

Hey y'all. Been pretty lazy on this of late. Been wicked busy at work. Fell off the wagon a couple times but other than that I am still pretty lame. Who wants to touch me?

As promised.

So my buddy really is getting one of my drawings tattooed on his leg. Here's proof.

pffffft 2/24

now i'm just hungry.

Lunch Break 2/23

I'm an idiot. And probably not original.

Weekend Crap

I know a pretty lady named Allison. Her last name is Butterworth. Yep.



Well, I was having a discussion with someone the other night about how much I hate people who listen to Dave Matthews and other such nonsense with their flip flops and shell necklaces and date rapish tendancies ought to have any conceptions sired by them mandatorily terminated. Make this bill a law. Bro vs. Wade. I know. I'm terrible. I was really grumpy. But seriously, maybe they should all just be sterilized so the terminations wouldn't be necessary. But that's neither here nor there.



While walking to a bar in the delightfully seedy Tenderloin district in San Francisco it seemed like every other person who walked by had the same cough. So, while at the HA-RA on Geary, while my mates were having a smoke, I had me a color.

51 Days! Color 'Em If Ya Got 'Em!

So I finally got my own computer so my updates will be as regular as a high fiber diet. I've made it 51 days without a cigarette which is pretty awesome. I really didn't think I'd last this long. But the coloring is really doing the trick. Here's some from this past week.





Am Not D2. Yes, I'm lame.






Post half a bucket of Popeye's Chicken wanting a cigarette blues.




Jewbacca. I only color when I drink.




Shaftsquatch. That's right kids.