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Monthly Archives: June 2009
No sale.
Thursday, June 11th, 2009
Actually, this was one of the most awkward conversations I’ve had in a really long time. At one point, one of the girls asked me if I was a kidnapper! I’ve never gone door to door selling magazines, but I’m thinking that’s probably not the best sales strategy.
Operation find that wallet!
Wednesday, June 10th, 2009
Well, this one is admitedly a stretch. But just mentioning Jason Bourne got me in the mood for another sequal. Part four anyone? Of course I couldn’t pay to see it even if it existed, since I don’t have my wallet!! But dang, I’m getting closer to finding it, I can feel it.
Brett, please, read this.
Tuesday, June 9th, 2009
Better yet, let’s make ammends and move on, man! I’d gladly forget the whole mess, sign Favre back, give him a little “kiss and makeup” parade, rename a high school after him, whatever, just pleeeeease don’t make this ugly. Please don’t make me draw any more comics about something so petty and drawn out (a pun!)!
Cortney suggested I draw this comic, then said something else which was more interesting would probably happen to me today. But I drew this one anyway, because I think it’s important for Brett Favre to know how I feel. In order to increase the chances that he’ll find this when he does a google search I’m going to go a little crazy on the tags.
Um… tell your friends!
Sunday, June 7th, 2009
Well, I wasn’t in the mood to color this, but to make it up for you, here is a song! It’s an example of my songwriting philosophy, which holds that if you end a song with enough chaos people will forget that the rest of the song was horribly out of tune! This one is about the weather, because Midwesterners love to talk (and sing) about the weather.
(Right click and “save link as” to download)
Fan girls.
Friday, June 5th, 2009
For the record, we didn’t grab the stray hair. We’re not total creeps. Not like the guy shouting all the lyrics to Acid Tongue… boo to that guy! But Jenny sounded fantastic, as we’ve come to expect of her, and the whole show was a lot of fun. We might have even gone just to see Barbara Gruska on the drums!
Also, we were standing right next to this photographer from True Endeavors, so I’ll link to those photos when he posts them, as they will be pretty much exactly our what we saw (plus a post-show shot of Holly, Marie, and I, because we’re sooooooooo photogenic, ha). Update: photos are here.
Oh, and also for the record, I named my blue bicycle Jenny, as we walked it home after the show 
Recreation Station Music
Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009
Ooh cool – my favorite musician just put the bulk of his catalog online. Who am I talking about? My brother Shawn of course! I highly recommend you peruse at Recreation Station Music. Previews of the upcoming Recreation Station EP, along with all kinds of previous projects including Author & Autopilot, Pilot & Painter, Super Budgies, Family Band, and other solo miscellany. If you’re not sure where to start, I’ve picked out a few highlights and posted them here:
End is Near – Gorgeous new song.
Long Dark Road – We played this at our Mother Fools show, but this version has a whole new life.
Stegabach – This is an instrumental track. It’s best if you listen to it and imagine a big dopey brontosaurus tromping around. I love it.
Failure and Back – A track from the garage band era. Super catchy… represents the breadth part of the portfolio He can do it all!
Text+pictures=comics-pictures=text.
Tuesday, June 2nd, 2009
Uh woops, I ran out of day. No comic. Here’s a repost of a story that originally appeared here and was just published in the Yahara Journal!
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So Many Shades of Red, Our Love
By Breena Wiederhoeft
“Shower the people you love with love.” In a sea of conflicting ring-tones it is perhaps the only one which bears any relevance. In one moment it is battering my ear drums and in the next it simply resounds.
So I hum the tune.
I hum it at least fifty thousand times because it’s right there, in my head. Shower the people you love with love. I begin to brainstorm in a strangely literal way.
This begins as I am at my window, leaning outward toward my neighborhood with my elbows propped on the sill and my neck thrust forward. With my thoughts fully trained on a magnificent outpouring of love, my eyes fill to the brim with tears. If only I could shed those tears onto the people passing by on the sidewalk three stories below. The very first tear clings precariously to the edge of my eyelid. I blink to encourage it, and it falls lightly to the sidewalk below, hitting no one. I try again, to the same effect. These tears of love, they will touch no one, so I retreat momentarily from my window.
I return with a pot of cold coffee left over from this morning. Love. I extend my arm out the window and, with a simple turn of my wrist, pour the contents of the pot onto a man who is walking his cocker spaniel. Some of the love splashes up onto his dog. The man turns to look at me and returns my affection with a string of sharp, forceful words. I hear only the urgency with which he projects them upward toward me. Of course. I smile briefly back at him, and again I retreat.
I return with a gallon of skim milk, a jar of mayonnaise, a bag of unshelled peanuts; without hesitation I shed this love down onto my brothers and sisters below me. Without waiting for their joyful response I rush back to the kitchen. Dishes, drinking glasses, my finest cloth napkins. Gently I distribute my kindness and devotion from the window. One of my silver serving spoons strikes a woman on the shoulder and she screams up at me, “You’re crazy!” Crazy, yes. Crazy in love. My love has worked the people into a frenzy; I can hardly differentiate one exuberant response from the next. Their love overwhelms me as I begin slinging spoonfuls of mashed potatoes down at them
I hurl the entire bowl out the window and someone’s windshield erupts into a cloud of sparkles and song. In a particularly inspired moment I scream, “James Taylor says hello!” to a man, before dousing him with a special kind of love: a raspberry jello mold infused with peeled grape halves and carrot shavings. So many shades of red, our love.
