Monday, June 29, 2009

Monday Monday Monday

Thanks, those who reminded me that I have to post a new BPGOIT cartoon today. Here you go.


Travis set me up on a blind date with the woman I would call The Cackler. Her power was that, when drunk and she laughed, her voice was the sound of comets colliding, if they did so in an atmosphere of oxygen, nitrogen, and the lovely ill-fated trace elements, where organisms lived that could hear the cataclysm.

That's a passage of Jamie Iredell's that I like a lot. Seriously, you should read this guy.

You can now pre-order the delightful chapbook WHEN I MOVED TO NEVADA, written by that same very talented Jamie, through this link right here, and you should. You might remember my mentions of his previous books BEFORE I MOVED TO NEVADA and ATLANTA, both of which I endorse heartily. Yes?

Friday, June 26, 2009

Matt: How It Will Happen

Great news to wake up to this early morn! My story "Matt: How It Will Happen," which is very short so you should read it, is up now at SmokeLong Quarterly along with great work by Darlin' Neal, Dorianne Laux, Dan Chaon, and many more. I'm proud of this one, yessir. The hunky drawing that accompanies the piece was done by Summer.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Drawing Is The Panacea.*

So, we know that lately I've been down in the dumps. Yes? We all know this? OK, good. Today I decided, nudged by some unseen hand or other, to look through a file in my file cabinet that I have kept for 10 years or so, full of cartoons and notes. In it is a 2-page comic strip called "Un-Thought-Out Funnies" that's just a bunch of vignettes from the summer right after college, when I was roommates with Gabe. It is so, so touching and good (maybe just to me; hopefully not). I thought about posting it here, but I'd like to save it for another time, when I'm brave enough to compile all those real-life cartoons into one volume. And also, I think now is the time for me to draw another Un-Thought-Out Funnies similar to the one I did back then -- updated, still good, maybe better. And now I feel happier.

Anyway, yeah, it's odd that I should just say that: "Uh, I looked at something I did once! You can't see it!" but it bears mentioning, I think, for some reason.

*I had to look up the word "panacea" to make sure I was spelling it right.

Monday, June 22, 2009

The Bipolar Glass of Iced Tea

By popular demand I've decided to re-introduce the BPGOIT and draw more comics about him. Watch this space on Mondays for updates.

Sunday, June 21, 2009

This is What OK Cupid Said About Me But I Will Say Now That I Did NOT Join OK Cupid, Because Internet Dating is Weird

All right, so, Helen wants me to try OK Cupid, and I don't want to. I find dating stressful as it is, because I'm so busy and because I fear things like intimacy and heartbreak so much -- internet dating would ramp all that way up, no? On the flipside, I imagine that if you didn't really *like* your dates, it would just be annoying.

And plus, shit, I am NOT hurting for dudes interested in me right about now. No sir. No ma'am. Lest you think. Law of attraction. Serious. (Weeps silently)

But anyway, internet dating: it's there. I am considering it but probably won't do it. All the same, OK Cupid had me take a test to determine my "dating personality" and their results were "scary accurate"! Read on! Pay close attention to the final sentence!


Loving, hopeful, open. Likely to carry on an romance from afar. You are The Window Shopper.

You take love as opportunities come, which can lead to a high-anxiety, but high-flying romantic life. You’re a genuinely sweet person, not saccharine at all, so it’s likely that the relationships you have had and will have will be happy ones. You’ve had a fair amount of love experience for your age, and there’ll be much more to come.

Part of why we know this is that, of all female types, you are the most prone to sudden, ferocious crushes. Your results indicate that you’re especially capable of obsessing over a guy you just met. Obviously, passion like this makes for an intense existence. It can also make for soul-destroying letdowns.

Your ideal match is someone who’ll love you back with equal fire, and someone you’ve grown to love slowly. A self-involved or pessimistic man is especially bad. Though you’re drawn to them, avoid artists at all costs.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009


I am much, much too tired to be writing anything here right now. I will die soon. It will feel wonderful.

Dan Brooks Has A New Blog!

My favorite thing that happens during hanging out with Dan Brooks, who is my ex-boyfriend, is when I tell him one of his own jokes that he made up years ago but forgot. He guffaws and applauds himself. It's the only type of joke I ever tell him that really makes him laugh. For example, he had a character called the Rhyming Pope, who illustrated the Catholic church's lesser-known powers of magic and sorcery. "If eternal life you seek, attend confession once a week!" The bit I reminded him of last night at dinner involved Dan sending pictures of his dick to literary journals. "Dear Paris Review, Enclosed please find a picture of my dick. This is a simultaneous submission. Pictures of my dick have been seen or are forthcoming in: Ploughshares, Atlantic Monthly, McSweeney's (internet)..." He went mad with glee, I tell you. I'm worried he might start actually doing that now, especially since I suggested that his dick could get nominated for a Pushcart.

Anyway, I've hesitated to announce this, because Dan is widely known for starting blogs that he abandons a few months later to everyone's profound chagrin. But he does have a "new" blog. It's called Combat! and is incisive/funny. I'm keeping the old one on the sidebar for now, which was about fatwas and also quite funny, but the new one is more current and... less incendiary? Wait, sorry, "more" incendiary. Meh, you be the judge. Here it is.

By the way, the Rhyming Pope is now operating on his summer schedule. "Vatican in month of June, office hours nine to noon. Vatican in month of May, office open all the day."

Friday, June 12, 2009

Kate Beaton Also

You really should read Kate Beaton, also. Thanks, Ryan T., for showing me the way.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009


At the Museum of Comic and Cartoon Art (MoCCA) fair Sunday, a Norwegian guy passed me a free Nemi comic, and he was very cool and nice to me and I appreciated this, even though his niceness was mainly in the service of promoting Lise Myhre's Nemi, a good comic strip about strong adult women. But Nemi is actually great. I now love it/her.

Nemi feed

Nemi Wikipedia entry

Monday, June 8, 2009


Hey! Reader! If you have never heard Nazario Scenario before, you should try and listen to it sometime maybe. An archive of my shows from the past year and a half-ish is here.

The "comments" section on WHFR shows is relatively new, but today is, I think, a good time to promote it. So: listen to a show, then try clicking on the show's description to leave a comment. There is plenty to discuss, because I love to play music about which I'm misinformed, and technical errors abound also. That's not meant to be funny.

Also, I am going to be DJing at the Ding Dong Lounge this Wednesday (6/10) and next Friday (6/19). You should come out.

Also, here is a map I made recently because Steve and I were talking about this particular geographic area.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Two True Pop Stories

I. Just now, I started writing a list of "Rap music that white people know all the words to (Play at weddings, etc.)". I came up with ten items and considered posting the list here. Then I wondered if people would be offended. Then I decided not to do it. Then I felt despair.

II. I have been listening to the new Green Day album in this, my hour of need, and I have to tell you all I find it magnificent. Is it actually good, or is my 1990s nostalgia so pronounced by now that I can't separate "good" from "having a pop-punk harmony"? You know what? I don't give a shit. The songs on this make me feel all jaded and sad and terrified and triumphant. It fills/articulates a void I suspected was in me but didn't know for sure.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

I Have No Idea Why I Never Mentioned This Before

The Weekly Dog was the newsletter I published when I was in fifth grade. I spent every Wednesday night doing it and it came out on Fridays, distributed to everyone in my class. It was basically a gossip rag about the dogs in my neighborhood; there were also personal ads in the back which said things like, "8 y.o. Schnauzer mix, male. Looking for a young female Dachshund to take my mind off my troubles." The other day, for some reason, I remembered my vice-principal pointing to that drawing and saying, mainly to himself, "See him? He's looking for a young female Dachshund." Looking at it now, I see that it's to some extent a disturbing retelling of the social lives of these dogs' owners (living on the Upper West Side of Manhattan in the late 80s), filtered through the mind of a child. This is an important totem of my weirdly adult childhood and a lot like everything I still do, in some ways.