Monday, November 30, 2015

Sunday, November 29, 2015

the one who cares

or at least earnestly looks like he does.

Saturday, November 28, 2015


He wasn't around much, so I
don't have a clear picture of him.

Friday, November 27, 2015


speaks in tungsten

Thursday, November 26, 2015

foot picker

He used to pick his feet in Poughkeepsie.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Tuesday, November 24, 2015


Seussian known to noodle on the one-nozzled noozer.

Monday, November 23, 2015

Sir Melamine

The esteemed Metabolite of Cyromazine.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Friday, November 20, 2015

no spoke

You can pick your nose
or you can poke your friends, but…
what the hell - 
you can poke your nose, too.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Tuesday, November 17, 2015


Another of Zeus’s rascally escapades was when he presto’d Eurymedousa into an ant and then proceeded to rape her. Thus begat Myrmidon, who was followed by an entire race of soldiers who blindly obeyed any order given them.

Monday, November 16, 2015

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Old Thrashbarg

Lamuellan priest who bows before the ineffable will of Almighty Bob.

Friday, November 13, 2015


possible side effects include..

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Obu Tanaka

So, you stumble. The next thing you know, you’re in mid-air, tumbling end over end. Apparently, you’ve gone over a cliff. What bum luck. But wait. You reach into your pocket and pull out your carved effigy of Obu Tanaka, protector of children, the insane, insane children, and cliff strollers. You gather your wits and summon the words to the incantation. “Mahominy frobish, spoorfit Tanaka.” And, wonder of wonders, you’re falling no more. Because you’ve hit bottom.

By the way, the correct wording is “Mahominy frobish, spaarfit Tanaka.”

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

wallop packer

There's upwards of a hundred per bushel.

Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Gwareet Flambeau

Gwareet Flambeau, dream intruder.

Monday, November 09, 2015

Sunday, November 08, 2015

Saturday, November 07, 2015

Friday, November 06, 2015


No need to worry. 
Tyronius will take care of everything.

Thursday, November 05, 2015

Wednesday, November 04, 2015

Tuesday, November 03, 2015

Monday, November 02, 2015


Freda May Sims,
my first crush

Sunday, November 01, 2015

Saint Drogo

Patron saint of the repulsive and baristas.

Your mother dies when you are born. Are you a murderer? Drogo thought he might be, so went on the road with The Penitents. They hit every holy dive between Sebourg and Rome. Developed the ability to be at two gigs at once. Drogo caught some cooties and returned home in an ugly state. I mean ugly. The townfolk, repulsed, stuck him in a cage out back where he passed on to sainthood. Had a posthumous hit with “The Vile and Loathsome Blues.”