Monday, February 28, 2011

Sunday, February 27, 2011


"Dark have been my dreams of late."

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Oh Mother..

..tell me more.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Vestige No. 6

The last vestige in the reliquary is that of the departing guest. It must have been Uncle Cosgrove's favorite, since he used to show it to us every time we came to visit him.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Vestige No. 5

A Saint Peter 'Chrysalis' tries to concentrate on the Good Book but is distracted by his text messages. It's a relatively recent vintage of a vestige. Whether or not it was designed as such, Uncle Cosgrove used it to scrape out his ears.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Vestige No. 4

One more of Uncle Cosgrove's Unhappy Meal prizes, an even elderlier Maggie. Or is it Monty Burns?

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Vestige No. 3

Another inherited relic is this elderly Lisa Simpson toy, with goatsee. No doubt this was one of the hundreds of Unhappy Meal prizes Uncle Cosgrove collected at his local McDowners.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Vestige No. 2

Another one of Uncle Cosgrove's reliquarial vestiges.

There were few conspiracy theories my great uncle wasn't sold on, his favorite being the Jesus-switched-at-birth plot. My guess is this manger scene was sent to him by the JC Birther Society in thanks for his generous contribution.

Sunday, February 20, 2011

Vestige No. 1

Last week I inherited a gilded reliquary from my great uncle Cosgrove that contained a number of shadowy vestiges. I shall share the contents with you in the coming days.

I assume this first one is a saint. Cosgrove had a thing for pudgy saints.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Friday, February 18, 2011

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Tuesday, February 15, 2011



Why is there no word for the nebulous state between wakefulness and sleep? After all, we have the words twilight and dusk to describe the light between day and night. Doesn't seem right.

Are there words in other languages for such a state of mind? For surely the land between conscious and subconscious exists; we've all been there.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Sunday, February 13, 2011


Of the breebaw variety, not the rooty toot.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

KonstruktoBot 8000

Own one today.
Tomorrow at the latest.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Gunther Kweebit

the only person to ever draw two royal fizzbins

Wednesday, February 09, 2011

Henry Chinaski

"Hey, BUDDY!"
I stopped and turned.
"You want a job?"
I walked back to where he stood. Over his shoulder I could see a large dark room. There was a long table with men and women standing on both sides of it. They had hammers with which they pounded objects in front of them. In the gloom the objects appeared to be clams. They smelled like clams. I turned and continued walking down the street.
from Factotum, by Charles Bukowski

Tuesday, February 08, 2011

Monday, February 07, 2011

Sunday, February 06, 2011

Saturday, February 05, 2011


Become empty in order to be filled.

Friday, February 04, 2011

pikey sizing up

"For every action, there is a reaction.
And a Pikey reaction.. is quite a fucking thing."
- Turkish (Snatch)

Thursday, February 03, 2011

eclipse mask

Worn to scare off Bakunawa,
the moon-swallowing serpent.

Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Tuesday, February 01, 2011


She will be found near water.
She will offer you a drink.
Whatever you do,
don't accept it.