
Monthly Archives: May 2010
Too much of a good thing.

Okay, but once I get my feeling back in my taste buds, I’m pretty sure Sour Dots are my new favorite candy. YUM!
Skirting around the issue.

And then there are the days when I never change out of my pajamas.
Story worry.

I think the point Conscience Cat is trying to make is that I’m learning valuable lessons through the whole process, and seeing as how I went in claiming “The goal of this project is to LEARN, not to create a masterpiece,” I really have to agree. I’m not discouraged, by the way, I’m just really curious how this whole thing is going to work out, if at all. Kind of like Lost. LOST! Less than a week left!!!
Misrepresented land-masses.

I was recently surprised – nay, shocked – to learn that the average non-Midwesterner doesn’t recognize the shape of Wisconsin. Folks, let me educate you:
Much more a “hand” than Michigan – I’ll argue that to my grave. Now if you want a REAL peninsula park, check out Peninsula State Park in the always lovely Door peninsula.
And yes, I realize I spelled peninsula wrong in the comic – my writing hand does not come equipped with spell-check. I still maintain that I am a peninsula expert. I’m also an isthmus expert, by virtue of having lived in Madison, the ultimate isthmus.
Cat dreams, fat dreams.

So apparently my subconscious process of long-term grieving is directly linked to my subconscious desire for my brother and sister to serve me a platter of fatty foods. Of course! David Lynch, you got nothin’ on me!
Broken hearted drum head.

Well, technically she broke Luke’s drum (I’ll replace the drum head, don’t worry.)
Listen to the songs here. The top three songs are the new ones, and if they sound like they were recorded in a rush in a basement with crappy recording software, it’s because they were! Thanks Olga for the guitar loan, and Luke, of course, for the drums loan!




