Tuesday, December 15, 2009
comic-dec10th
Monday, December 7, 2009
comic-dec 5th
Friday, December 4, 2009
contact
Monday, November 23, 2009
shameless self-promotion
I started to stay up most nights, as late as I could take, doing god knows what, just to avoid the nightly cat fights. It was around that time that I started trying to teach them simple English to try and communicate with them. I talked to them as you would a baby, just learning how to make sounds and form them into ideas.
“You. Cat. Andy.”
“Me. Human. Michael.”
I would point at their tails and say, “Tail. Can you say tail?”
Ralph, who was big and gray and whom I loved more than Andy, seemed more receptive to the lessons. He would mew and cock his head, as if asking me to, “Explain that again? Maybe slower this time and possibly in cat tongue?” His big green eyes curious to the sounds I was making and the response I was looking for. Andy, on the other hand, would just scamper off, looking for food or a toy. He was a very cat-like cat and I guess I resented him for it. He thought only of cat concerns and seemed to be telling me he had no use for this higher knowledge I was wasting his time with.
If you're in Chicago, please come to Cafe Ballou on Western between Division and Chicago around 7pm Tuesday to hear the whole story!
Monday, November 16, 2009
it's not funny
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
comic-nov 7th
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
comic-nov3rd
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
prompts, please
Monday, November 2, 2009
comic oct. 30th
Thursday, October 22, 2009
comic oct 21st
Thursday, October 8, 2009
graphic novel update
This was the kind of place they sent kids with serious problems. Mischa wasn’t one of these kids; she didn’t understand how things had gotten so serious so fast. In the brochure there were children all in white shirts and blue pants looking like zombies being taught how to be “proper people.” It made her sick. Around lunchtime Ryan walked by and slipped a note into her backpack. She opened it during Math. It read:
Go straight home, I’ll come over at 3:30, leave the back door open.
Get ready to lose at tetris.
ca caw
She smiled and immediately tore it up and threw it away. She knew that if she was to try to have secret meetings with her friends there could be no evidence of them having been there or her parents would somehow find out.
now you just have to sit and wait to see what happens. ooooh