Since I can’t come up with any real content around here, enjoy these Russian proverbs that I once used to decorate our house in college. (It was a dumpy firetrap that we dubbed “The Kremlin.”) The illustrator’s name is Aldren Watson. I don’t think I have the book anymore–it’s from the 1960’s and is long out of print.
Those of you who visit the actual website and don’t read this blog via RSS will notice that I’ve redesigned. I threw out the sidebar and went for a big ol’ wide single column. I’m hoping this stripped-down style will be better for posting comics and sketchbook pages.
Now if I could just get around to posting some. The trouble with working the web for a living is that the last thing you want to do when you get home is sit in front of a computer screen. I’d much rather sit in front of the TV screen. (And play Resident Evil on the Wii…)
I pass one of the best comic shops in Austin on my way to work every day: Austin Books. After 2 or 3 weeks I still haven’t found the time to stop by. And so yesterday I was really worried because I saw a bunch of cop cars outside the shop. Turns out everything is okay: somebody threw a brick through the window and was looking for cash, but amazingly, there was no cash to be stolen, and none of the comics got ruined. I’ve always heard what a great, safe city Austin is, but since we’ve moved here, my car has been stolen, a church two blocks away from us was set on fire by an arsonist, and now the local comics shop gets broken into. WTF, Austin?
Meg and I almost died laughing when we saw this one:
My buddy Tim just posted about the cartoon genius that is Bruce Eric Kaplan.
The brainiacs who stole our car left a couple of their belongings behind. The first was an e-mail that was printed out for some clerk at Austin Community College. It has a couple names, a social security number, and a a post-it note with an e-mail password on it. The second thing was a pair of prescription, rose-colored sunglasses in a Laura Ashley case. The third was a piece of window metal from a 1995 Honda, which means they stole more than one car Saturday night. As for Betsy 2, I’m guessing that they had to abandon her quick. It probably had something to do with the crack in the windshield. Who knows.
Either way, we’re getting THE CLUB this week, and I’m also thinking about pulling the wire that runs from the distributor to the ignition every night. We’ll see. I’m also thinking about finding the person the e-mail was addressed to, and doing this.
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