Archive for January, 2011
Just In Case You Wondered
Remember the other day when you thought to yourself, “Geez! That poor little Emma is a helpless victim! Her brothers are always picking on her!” Yeah, well you can stop it now. . .
Luminal
Below is a paragraph I wrote about six years ago. I don’t recall what made me write it, but I’m guessing it came through me one afternoon in my backyard while I watched the gloaming. I have a lot of unanchored pieces — which is what I call them: odd bursts of writing that come through me and never from
Yes
Bear with me for a moment. Bailey, The Golden Recliner needs to be taken to the groomer. Bad. I mean…bad. It’s not like I can’t leash him into the walk-in shower and lather up the big fat hairy 9,000 volt battery that he is. It’s that I don’t want to come out covered in blood. Which I would. Because his
Romeo and Juliet…and Chris Mundell is Rad
Several years ago I was introduced (read: traumatized) to a naked guy riding a pillow and playing giddy-up down the hallway. After I poured bleach in my eyes (read: who am I kidding—this is genius!), I acquainted myself with what I consider one of the most unique wits and original talent on the web today. Ladies and gentlemen, I give
I Sleep With Books
I don’t know what your bedtime routine is but I know mine, and it goes like this: ”Get out of my way, I’ve lost all my good humor. I don’t care if the house is hit by a freight train I’M GOING TO BED.” And then I go to bed. And then I read. It might be for three minutes
Moving Parts
I was asked about my work space and the tools I use to get things done. If you ask me, none of it is anything particularly interesting; I’ve used it all for years without thinking much about it. The photo up top is just a container of some of the paints I’ve used when putting cartoons to canvas. They’ve often
The Year of the Cat
That is the stupidest cat on planet earth. That cat will not drink water from the water dish unless she’s standing in it. STANDING. IN. IT. Stupid. That cat will scarf down a bowl of Stupid Kitty Kitty Chow and (I am not making this up, you can even ask Cute Redhead) TEN MINUTES LATER will be right back at
How To Avoid Your Own World War
Adapted from and inspired by The War of Art, by Steven Pressfield That, my friends, is a clean sheet of paper. A fresh new start. Untainted, unstained, and bearing no evidence of anything before the moment you pulled it from the ream. Here is where you get to write the next chapter. The next step. The next paragraph. The new
Happy 2011!
The new year held high expectations for me. Waking to a phone call from the bar letting me know they had my pants and “…what do you want us to do with all this body glitter?” was not among them. Kidding. I’ve never been one for celebrating New Year’s Eve. At all. I like cocktails with friends, sure, but if
