So much tea, so little concentration.

A friendly reminder.

From Three Panel Soul.

From Omaketheater.com

Yeah, that’s pretty much how my cats operate. 

A salute to the girl every (straightish) teen goth(ish) boy had inappropriate thoughts about at some point or other or more often than not.

The salsa night at the ‘Sco (the dance club thing in the student union at my college) used Death as their poster girl for some unknown reason.  Salsa Con Morte never did very well but I think they were obligated to continue it for reasons of multiculturalism.  Or something. 

Just got Scott Bateman’s “Let’s Learn About The Damn Presidents Already, Geez!” mini-comic in the mail.  Its the best $5 I’ve spent since insisting on using a condom with… well, you don’t need to know about that. 

Let’s just say its a good buy.  A very good buy. 

Meredith Gran’s Octopus Pie, a tale of shit that happens in Brooklyn will either fill your heart with joy or make you want to drag people out of Spike Hill’s brunch crowd during Summer Streets and set them on fire just to see the tattoos melt off their arms as they run screaming down Bedford. 

For me its a little of both.  Williamsburg, I miss you but you still suck. These days I mostly miss the food.  Damn, I really miss the food.   You wouldn’t think a neighborhood filled with that many chain smoking amphetamine addicts would have so many good restaurants. 

Anyway, support artist, buy book.