Philz is in the mission district (and now Castro!) of San Francisco, The Alberta Press is in Portland on Alberta. The Wandering Goat Coffee Roasting Company is a fantastic little cafe on Madison street in Eugene. You hit madison going down 7th, head north past the train tracks, and it's right there on your left. Sara and I walked from the bus mall out there, and we were tired and very cold by the time we got in. I've never tasted more flavors in a cup of coffee, I've never enjoyed one more Sara was never more buzzed. They had a couch that was clean , it was beautifully decorated despite once being the offices of an auto upholstery company (or something). Go there and drink the coffee, you'll thank me.
Let's go out to the lobby (to ask for ice for our water bottle which we'll then fill with soda from the dollar store)
Hey guys speaking of caffeine Wandering Goat Coffee roasting company served me the best espresso of my life last Saturday. The bubble in the last panel was supposed to be a thought bubble, but
I couldn't bring myself to redraw it because that little running toby looks so sweet and lord knows if I'd ever draw him so good again.
So someone at work saw one of my comics out of context, and I actually feel pretty bad about it. I don't think there's anything wrong with me cussin' and hatin' up a storm here online, but there ain't no reason that someone who works down the cubicle hall from me has to hear all about it if they didn't do a google search for "bells christmas baby hammer." So co-woker, I don't know if you know this website exists, or if you think I just make profane drawings to leave around the office and freak people out, but I'm sorry nonetheless.
Okay maybe there are now but there weren't.
EDIT: looking at this a few days later I see that I forgot to get rid of a squiggle (what I do when I'm drawing and need to tell myself to erase something in photoshop) and color my beard. No wonder readership's been falling off......
So finally I actually have something to say with one of these comics. Three things:
1) thank you Drew
2) What the fuck is your problem out there on the marathon course? I understand you guys want to run but I gotta get to work. That's right assholes, for some of us the outdoors is not some secret hidden level of the gym. And no, I am not ripped, I ain't "carved out of wood." I just ride my bike to work and school every day, take public transport, and don't drive my goddamn Canyonero to the stadium parking lot so I can run a few miles while people scream at me that I'm amazing. So how bout you run your little race and let me ride my bike in the opposite direction without screaming at me to keep out of your way and shouting "look out look out look out look out look out look out," when I go past your tables with all the tiny cups. I do this route EVERY DAY, sorry I use wheels and don't have shorts riding up my ass while I do it. I guess one day out of the year I'd deserve a fucking cup of glucose if I did it that way.
3) Not you, I like you.
4) This was probably the most satisfying comic I have ever made.
it's been a few days since we've "rapped," my friends. I am getting ready to hang up some art, and although this hanging is in the real world and on walls I want to assure you that I have not forgotten you, virtual viewers. Here are the flyers I made for the show, sort of.
I wanted to share this photo with you, this is a photo that I thought people should see, I know it's not a comic, but still I think it counds as amusing. If it doesn't look like anything to you, thank the lord for your still untarnished eyeballs.
I have trouble spelling "Wednesday." I always want to spell it "Wendsday," like it sounds. The Oxford English Dictionary tells me that Wednesday is named after the Germanic god Woden, who was eloquent, swift, and travelled widely. Woden was also incorporated into the religion of the Roman Empire before Constantine took over. After Constantine died, one of his sons, Constans, ordered in 341 that remaining practitioners of Roman Paganism be given the death penalty. I wonder is his friends called him Connie or Stan. Neither would have surprised me.
Im supposed to not only update this blog but also provide guest commentary. That is, Im supposed to have things to say.
After this Im going to go take a nap and re-read The Ravishing of Lol Stein. If theres one thing about that book, let me tell you: Lol Stein is ravished.
Just under the wire, but still technically Monday. I noticed that Toby has 124 posts on this blog. Thats a lot of posts.
But enough about Toby. Things are going well with me. I havent gotten around to updating my own blog, mostly because its about objects and my camera is dead. Ive also stopped using apostrophes for contractions; look to the future, people, not the past!
So The Bell, The Bell is supposed to be updated every day, but a technical failure over at camp Fee means I can't update 'til Monday. Rest assured, however, that I'll be back Monday.
As recompense, if you wish to email a photo of yourself to tobyfee[that character which appears above the 2 key]mail[that character which appears directly to the left of the question mark key]com I will illustrate you doing something foolish.