During packing I found a tray I made in wood shop twenty years ago. A date burned into the wood. Twenty years ago.

I clap my dirty hands (Wovenhand at Berns - fan-fuckin-tastic. Thank you for playing)

And we're off! Planning. Drawings. Adobe Flash. And cookies. Illustrations. Frustrations. Laughter. And more cookies.

Another tunnel to get through. At least there is a light at the end of it. Let's just hope it's not a train...

My Nintendo is sick. Damn you blinking disorder! I wish you would make me laugh again. Like you used to. Now you sleep in a bag. I miss you.

For the girls on their name days.

The light at the end of the tunnel. Weeks. Days. Hours. Minutes. All wrapped up in 56 pages.

I'd like a four way with Nooter and Pecky. (worth seeing but oh so frustrating)

A day without ice cream is like a day without bacon.

If you could make God bleed, people will cease to believe in him. Then there will be blood in the water and the sharks will come. (weak 3/5)

I have bided my time, until the time is right. It's time.

I'm not a fan of moustasches. Unless it's attached to a beard. I am a fan of beards. But this is a time for moustasches, so enjoy.

YouTube ftw.

I have the best toy. Ever. He's small and green and makes the cutest little noises. In my head.

Friend. Partner. Secret Lover.

Yes, I am a chocolate slut.

All work and no play...

Waiting for a bus...

Rest in peace.