Monthly Archives: April 2007

School Days 1955-1956

school days

Another photo from the near-legendary pile of goodness. I’d like to think this is Chas Stephens son, but I don’t know for sure.

Mewmy Cattington

mewmy cattington


A close-up on the dog from a previous post. I found several photos of the dog and his presumed owners. I may post more if anybody’s interested.



As some of you may know, I’m working on a comick with my girlfriend. We both have supporting roles in the story and this is a piece of concept art for the comick version of me.

Say What?!

Say What?!

I found this photo in a stuck-together pile with this one. I really wish I knew what the photographer said to get such a great reaction. I’ll be posting some more from this batch this week.

Treat Tunnel

 Treat Tunnel

See some more craps involving our cat Mew here.

See some more animated giffery (giffery? Is that a real word?) here. 

Two Guys (One is the Emperor of Masculinity!)

two high fellas

I found this photo on the way to work the other day. The cats look a little high so I figured it would somehow be appropriate for today.

Enjoy Eating My Family!

charlie the tuna

(How’s that for an attention grabbing post title?)

So I was eating some tuna for a snack at work a little while ago and it struck me as odd: the spokesman for Starkist is a tuna. He wants you to eat tuna. His friends. His family. Eat up. I drew this dumb picture. Charlie the tuna, apparently. I thought it was Charlie Tuna. Hmm. You learns junk every day.’

Sorry for the lack of posts recently. I’ve been in a sort of artistic funk lately. Things will pick up, I’m sure. Stay tuned.




“Yes son?”

“What’s in the shed behind our house.”

“Oh, nothing. Me and your mother’s adult papers and things.”

“Don’t you have a filing cabinet for those.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course. Um.. The shed in back, huh?”



“Can I go back there.”

“God no.”


“You’re a little young. Wait a few years and I’ll tell you the story.”

“Dad. I’m 17.”

“17? You look much younger than that. Jeez, where do the years go?”

“What’s in the shed.”

“Your mother.”

“You said you divorced and she moved to Malaysia.”



“That’s not quite true.” 


“She’s… she’s not well.”

“Not well? What the f**k does that mean?!”

“She’s… she’s got the, how do you put it, she’s dead.”

“Mom’s dead?! She’s in the shed?! Her dead f**king body, my mother’s dead body is in the shed in the backf**king yard! Dad! How the..”

“Now son, what’d I tell you about that potty mouth of yours.”

(Based on a true story, if by true you mean made-up.)

I found this photo in a pile of junks. The shed probably doesn’t have a body in it. Probably. I’m better at finding stuff than making up stories. See some more over here.

Battery Hatch

battery hatch