The Bell, The Bell

Animal Stereotypes

2022-05-10T15:00:00.000-07:00

I gotta say that it's weird when a show is set at a high school full of animals, or maybe it's an office, and all the dogs end up with the dogs, and so on and so forth. I get it that it looks weird any other way. I guess I shouldn't start on the choice of which animals will wear pants.

test post

2011-03-22T10:23:00.001-07:00

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New Site!

2010-05-18T13:17:00.000-07:00

Hey guys,
So I finally did it, I made my own site, complete with a monthly bill I'll get depressed and wonder why I'm paying periodically.

for new comics, please head over to http://www.thebellthebell.com/

Secrets

2010-05-07T14:48:00.000-07:00

In his defense, I think he just needed it to help carry his bags. Seriously beware of a crusader against certain varieties of make-outs.

Soy Latte

2010-05-04T14:52:00.000-07:00

We're gonna wear the skins of animals!

2010-04-28T15:01:00.000-07:00

What's up guys? I haven't been around much, and whose fault is that?

Bike Accident/The Dozens

2010-04-21T15:12:00.001-07:00

If you're wondering why that bike seat looks weird, it's because my bike seat looks weird. If you're wondering why the other guy, the sidewalk, my zipper, and the urinal looks weird, it's because I devote a lot of my time to drawing, SOMETHING I'M NOT EXACTLY RAD AT.

Parenthood Fears, part one.

2010-04-19T12:09:00.000-07:00

I've not yet finished anything that I labeled as 'Part One.' In the case of comics describing my worst fears of parenthood, that's probably for the best

cameos

2010-04-14T07:05:00.000-07:00

I drew this, so so what does that say about me?

What should have happened

2010-04-07T14:35:00.001-07:00

Isn't it what we all were expecting?

Our generation's most trusted actor

2010-04-02T07:51:00.000-07:00

I've represented T-Pain this way at least twice. Watching his videos always cheers me up. I am sorry Tom Hanks.

Messages

2010-03-29T14:28:00.000-07:00

An additive in plastics, well known to be in water bottles.

2010-03-24T14:08:00.000-07:00

You'll probably have to click through.

srsly

2010-03-22T15:37:00.000-07:00

Three hundred m***f*ers

2010-03-19T16:34:00.000-07:00

This is my 300th post. Also silhouettes (a word I cannot hope to spell correctly) of animals are all I want to draw right now.

WhIP

2010-03-18T17:00:00.001-07:00

A still from a work in progress that I'm progressively working on.

Empty

2010-03-17T11:20:00.000-07:00

So there was this hole.

People said that it was older than sin, but no one really knew. It swallowed every word you spoke into it. Even if someone crouched down next to you, so close that your stubble brushed their ear, still they’d hear nothing.

People whispered their secrets into the hole. Maybe it was the shape or maybe it was inside each person, but still you always felt that at least you’d told someone.

There was a photo of Henry Ford speaking into the hole. They say his fingers were white as they clutched its edges. He spoke for hours and was seen to cry.

So that was just great, and everybody liked it. People came from all over, it was in the guidebooks, with a little icon that meant ‘attraction,’ and a single dollar sign, which meant it was very cheap to do.

A spring, down the hill, burbled up everything that anybody into the hole. No one minded, because its secrets were those of the last century, things spoken into the hole by people’s grandfathers. With their out-of-date fears and ridiculous synonyms for fucking their stories were more amusing than sad. Also, it was in real time, so it wasn’t like you could look and find what Babyface Nelson had said to the hole.

It was just what somebody’s aunt had said one afternoon, one hundred years ago.

Why would anyone worry so much about such a thing?

Sumo Paint

2010-03-12T12:18:00.000-08:00

tried a new image tool today, Sumo Paint and it's pretty good.

A late-night conversation.

2010-03-08T13:35:00.000-08:00

I bought my 3-year-old brother a copy of The Complete Nemo, vol. III (why volume III? because it was the one that didn't cost $80). I'd only ever looked at the art, and hadn't realized how scattershot the dialogue was. But I was amazed that the art, and the bare sketch of story, kept my siblings, age 6 and 3, totally fascinated. They asked me to read the whole book. I drew this.

I am not a linkblogger

2010-03-08T07:18:00.000-08:00

But I.G. really hits the nail on the head here. Basically he says that we start making art because we love good art, but this is odd because we begin by producing garbage. It takes time. And I want to thank those of you who read this blog for joining me as I take this time, as I try to push my way, little by little, until I'm producing something that someone who loves comics as much as I do might actually enjoy.

caps lock

2010-03-05T15:12:00.001-08:00

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last panel

2010-03-02T08:44:00.001-08:00

Panel Two

2010-03-01T08:59:00.000-08:00

Panel One

2010-02-26T16:59:00.000-08:00

Change up your whole routine

2010-02-24T16:29:00.000-08:00

Busting that cycle is something Ze Frank talked about, basically under the idea that we get all upset about how we're not doing what we normally do, but if we want our brains to wake up we gotta bust that cycle. This tells the true story of one such attempt.

Alternative Medicine

2010-02-22T15:10:00.001-08:00

Are there more people alive now than have ever died?

2010-02-19T11:28:00.000-08:00

The answer to this question is almost certainly no. Though it is scary that it's even close. There are a large number of unknowns, but fewer than you'd think as it really doesn't matter how long we existed in numbers less than a few thousand.

Memory, History

2010-02-18T15:38:00.000-08:00

Whole wheat bread, the highest fiber content they sell in the store. Apply mayonnaise to both slices (not too much) add pickle relish to one side. Put on two slices of cheddar, add very think sliced red onion. Lightly butter pan, grill both sides. Serve with a glass of milk and a bowl of tomato bisque soup, a kind of soup not always sold.

An Accounting

2010-02-17T14:47:00.000-08:00

This apple drawn from life, its label perforated by my teeth.

Cubehead

2010-02-16T15:03:00.000-08:00

Gelatinous head-cube.

Cube shaped head

Old TV that's not got a cathode ray tube, just a curved piece of glass from somewhere else, and inside there's this head that obviously thinks its expression is friendly.

The Old Song

2010-02-12T17:09:00.000-08:00

Did you know that Sara and I met and quite liked each other in High School? We completely lost touch, and I had forgotten all about her, when eight years later we were going to the same university, and she saw me on a cc: list for a trip to a yarn seller's that neither of us intended to go to. She emailed me, and while she was in a relationship I'd just gotten out of one a few months before.

The rest is history, and I will tell you that if it's going to be than a lot of it should be easy. The trick is seeing that something's so good it's worth working when it's hard. The first thing, though, is that it should be easy.

Because if you can't order a g** d***ed pizza then what will you do when you're getting into a cab right after arriving in Shanghai, and your electronic translator falls out of your pocket and breaks, and you can't seem to remember the words for 'map?'

Exotic Pet Awareness month.

2010-02-11T16:30:00.001-08:00

Sometimes it is fun to pin people down with your massive forepaws and there is nothing you can say to deny this truth.

Some of the things

2010-02-10T13:35:00.000-08:00

Fear makes the wolf look bigger

2010-02-05T17:00:00.000-08:00

'Fear makes the wolf look bigger than he is' is apparently a saying in some European countries, but I did this off this bit of graffiti that was much photographed.

did you know that I am on twitter?

2010-02-04T11:25:00.001-08:00

@tobyfee

Inadvisable Actions Tiger

2010-02-04T10:28:00.001-08:00

These are just too fun to do. Please click through for the full version, which is even more beautiful.

Insanity Wolf's best friend, Madness Hound

2010-02-02T14:23:00.000-08:00

This idea for the email thing copyright in perpetuity to Mr Robak.

Harsh Reality

2010-02-01T17:18:00.001-08:00

I have been playing Magic Cards a lot. I hope to see you at my house on Wednesday where we will do it again.

You may need to click this comic to read it.

The Bear Speaks in Blood

2010-01-27T13:36:00.001-08:00

chapter 3

2010-01-22T14:47:00.000-08:00

the viking and the samurai were friends. The next day, as they stood on the river bank, the Samurai felt that the secret were going to split his etheral body in two.

The boy.

What about him? did you finally decide it's a waste of time trying to face him.

no. you knowhow, you know how we can't feel anything?

we can feel things

we know the shape of things by putting our hands against them. We can looka t ssomething when we touch and decide if it. But we can't really feel. We're numb.

Oh that. Of course I know that. You know how it is after a war, all the new guys it's all they talk about. How even if they got out of here they coud neverfeel their beautiful wife's skin blah blah blah. So what?

what if I told you that there was a way to feel again.

The thing is, that rebirth thing, the Jemadar's all did it, but they had to leave their memories here. It's not like they're going to come back as baby's and crawl out to find their wife and... and anyway my wife is certainly long dead. There must have been a hundred wars since-

The conversation had gone from where the samurai wanted it to. Somehow they were back in a rut they'd rolled in a thousand times before.

No. I mean, what if I said there was a way to be as we are now. to think as we are now, but get our sensation back?

Even if there was...

And here the viking did what he did. For whatever reason, he was one who would always accept his lot. Theoreticals were tiresome to him, and he liked to engage in long winded explanations as to why his past choices were the right ones, and how even his dim half-life was the best anyone could choose. Even if half his brethren rode now in Elysium, still he could explain that, given the circumstances, any normal man would be in hell now, and this cave was only the reward for his great sagacity.

There is a way. I know a way.

What is it? asked the Viking, all his cool and pomp departed.

the boy.

He's warm...

more than that. you can feel everything. everything you could want to feel. Heat,, cold, the textre of things. And more, you can feel your memories, too, everything you touched.

The boy has been here for ages. said the viking. why now?

It's not his touch. It takes more. It's his blood.

The Confederated States of Knifecrimea

2010-01-21T10:57:00.001-08:00

A gay tune

2010-01-18T13:56:00.001-08:00

Line drawing

2010-01-15T16:25:00.000-08:00

FYI I am learning more about cartooning

A single act of carelessness can forever destroy beauty.

2010-01-11T15:12:00.000-08:00

Apologies, fisticuffs

2010-01-07T16:08:00.000-08:00

just for posterity I'd like to mention that this is the best time for me. This is as good as it's ever been. The little things I draw don't express it at all well, but trust me when I say it is good.

Skullhead has opinions

2010-01-06T15:30:00.000-08:00

Eff you and your nostalgia.

Mugs: The Charlotte Observer

2010-01-05T11:14:00.000-08:00

Off-white with green type. This is one of my favorite mugs and is frequently selected. Standard size.

Two Bears

2009-12-28T14:38:00.000-08:00

"Hurry!" shouted the bear's friend
The little bear grunted. His footpads were getting sore, and his back ached.
"We're almost there." said his friend.
The little bear gave his friend a sidelong look as they walked. His question was clear.
"I can't explain it."
The little bear smiled at his friend.
"I know, not even now, I cannot explain it."
They had their claws interlaced, and the little bear was getting tired of being pulled by his arm.
"But it will make sense."
They walked for a time in silence.
"When we arrive, be nice."
The little bear snorted.
"I know you're nice! But you always do that thing with new people."
The little bear thought for a while longer, thinking of how many times they'd met new people. Not many.
"Just, don't show it your teeth or anything. Be nice."
The woods were growing darker. The Little bear and his lifelong friend were used to catching fish in the sandy shallows of the river and sleeping in low brush. They did not go where the needles were deep and the trees towered overhead. The little bear kept peering left and right. It was quiet, this deep in the woods.
"I know, but don't worry. Don't worry my friend. We must go on into the woods. We have to find it again. You'll be nice, because I know you can be so nice, and you'll change. And when you do you'll be like me. You'll see and you'll understand. You'll speak. We must go on. And then we will be together."

2009-12-24T13:22:00.000-08:00

I've been trying to cut down on framing devices for these comics but now I see they're all in one line like they run together.

Hmmmmmm.

2009-12-22T13:41:00.000-08:00

race

2009-12-21T15:10:00.001-08:00

Guys I am not feeling like a happy fellow today.

2009-12-18T16:49:00.000-08:00

Bumper Sticker

2009-12-17T16:18:00.000-08:00

I had to do this today. I totally want to make hats that say this, though I really don't think the Graphic Design is excellent just yet.

BTW this sticker says 'I'd rather be reading the internet'

Cake Stand

2009-12-15T10:25:00.000-08:00

Here is a comic.

Office of the Doofus

2009-12-11T14:44:00.000-08:00

If the world worked the way I want it to, I could get by all day and night by making jokes about your new boyfriend.

Number Nine million

2009-12-10T13:02:00.001-08:00

Drawing yourself all the time is a weird thing. I'm not feeling up to it today, you guys. I'm worried about all the problems.

2009-12-09T14:57:00.001-08:00

Ways not to die:

As game for a monstrous carnivore, surviving for weeks as her great feet boom through the forest.

I'm making ads now

2009-12-07T14:57:00.000-08:00

Listen, nobody in this comic is going to advocate the taking of drugs.
But on the other hand no one's going to lie to you either.
Did you notice I'm doing comics in different styles? How are we all feeling about that?

Life's important questions

2009-12-04T15:17:00.000-08:00

I'm listening to Harry Potter audiobooks again, and man, books 1,3,4,5,6, and 7 all have logical climaxes.

The Tamarin

2009-12-03T14:44:00.001-08:00

I think trading cards for Tamarins may be in Order. The Emperor Tamarin is especially great.

Also @waysnottodie

Genre experimentation

2009-12-01T17:37:00.001-08:00

Emotions not available on the Internet:

Relaxed

Field Guns speak out

2009-11-24T16:28:00.001-08:00

The Long Con

2009-11-20T12:30:00.000-08:00

I've got a box of money. Doesn't do it justice to call it a box, more like a shipping container. Full of money. I know a lot of it's hundreds, but if it were ones it'd still set anyone up for life. And their kids.

There's just one little snag: the money was supposed to be destroyed. They take money out of circulation, sometimes because it's worn, sometimes just as part of a large-cap market initiative. In this case, this money was pulled because it didn't have certain security features new money has. Sill perfectly good legal tender, just that Treasury didn't want it around.

So they dyed it. Dyed it pitch black. Company that sold them the dye told them it was permanent, more fool-proof than shredding and more environmentally friendly than burning (do you know how much plastic a greenback contains? It's not like Australia, but still you wouldn't want to smell it burning).

They soak it in dye, they ship it to a dump in Kentucky. Once it's loaded, nobody knows anything about it. It's paper, it's black, dump it. That's all anybody knows. A friend of mine, he works... you know what it's better you don't know where he works, but he puts it together. We get another friend of mine calling other chemical companies, turns out they're not so confident that this dye won't come out. Turns out there's a chemical, a special chemical that can take it out, melt it off like sand in a river.

Now me, I've been seen at the dump, in Kentucky, using a backhoe to load the paper so supposedly I can recycle it, grind it up for mulch at my sugarbeet farm. If I turn up with all these greenbacks, the story won't hold. You though. Nobody knows you. You've got nothing to do with any of this. Nobody in this bar knows me, nobody is gonna notice us talking, and this'll be the last time we meet in person.

That is, if you're interested in a box car full of money.

Write a list down

2009-11-16T15:44:00.000-08:00

That's the only way to make it through sometimes. I think you'll probably have to click through to read this.

Ben Franklin was the only one who got dressed.

2009-11-12T12:15:00.000-08:00

It is hard to find a good picture of Ben. The best I found was a statue, which looked pretty good. I have questions, though, like was he really such a dandy in real life. Once you start drawing a picture of him based on the statue, you realize he had a lot of layers and textures in there

documentation from real life

2009-10-29T13:32:00.001-07:00

hmm

2009-10-27T12:04:00.001-07:00

What is my cat thinking?

2009-10-22T14:45:00.001-07:00

I've decided to start titling all of my comics with common questions, as I get a lot of hits off of it, and I love confused people.

Some background:
My cat is also named Toby, though over time he came to be called Kitty Toby as I got irritated when Sara said it was dinner time and then THERE WAS NO DINNER FOR HUMAN TOBY.

Stormare

2009-10-20T13:51:00.000-07:00

I'm thinkin' about Peter Stormare a lot. I have no Big Lebowski quote for you. Also it is on Netflix Streaming right now.

Waiting

2009-10-15T13:59:00.000-07:00

On the show carrier they spend all that time sending bombers to fly over Iraq, but they never actually get to drop a single bomb. After a while it's all they talk about, whether or not they're going to get to drop.

Jon Baker

2009-10-14T15:03:00.000-07:00

Jon Baker and I were in history class together. I was doing this series of art workshops where I taught block printing or bookbinding or whatever. Jon came and taught spray stenciling. He was great at it, and produced beautiful stuff. After we got done he showed me how he'd like to teach another workshop on how you can use a walkman, a bic pen, and a guitar string to make a tattoo gun. He'd already used one to give himself an inkless tattoo of Bob Ross.

For whatever reason I have trouble forgetting about Jon.

The sound of brakes engaging

2009-10-13T10:27:00.000-07:00

A couple of people have been mis-directed to one of my old comics, 'Scritch', by mis-spelling the name of Screech and searching for 'Saved By The Bell' cast pictures. I decided that these visitors deserved to actually get to see that guy.

Here he is for your pleasure.

Old Timey Detectives Were not as good

2009-10-09T17:07:00.000-07:00

In which Clip-Clop returns in a naked attempt to pander

By the way, The Savage is coming back, he'll feature again soon, I promise.

The Defeat

2009-10-07T14:40:00.001-07:00

A sloth comments on a video

2009-10-06T10:32:00.001-07:00

Here's the link to the buzzfeed video I watched that made me think these things, and then put them into a sloth's mouth.

We're going somewhere with this

2009-09-25T17:24:00.000-07:00

More panels next week, they're already drawn.

A dark form

2009-09-24T16:23:00.001-07:00

Still alive

2009-09-17T15:53:00.001-07:00

Yeah I'm still workin'

Why you wanna make something of it?

Crudite

2009-09-15T11:40:00.000-07:00

From now on this blog will be

2009-09-09T13:51:00.001-07:00

exactly the same as it has been, just with a different style maybe

Tune In

2009-09-03T11:44:00.001-07:00

I saved this image as "T-Pain.gal" though I can't really imagine that this will be my only comic about T-Pain.

Harrowing

2009-08-31T14:05:00.001-07:00

Get Born!

2009-08-28T16:51:00.001-07:00

For reasons not fit to post in a place so public, I have reason to feel good today

what's that old timey nurse hat thing called?

2009-08-27T12:20:00.000-07:00

They still wear 'em sometimes in Beijing, and the doctors sometimes wear those Dr. Horrible white smocks with the 13 buttons.

Morning

2009-08-25T12:23:00.001-07:00

By the way, I just love drawing my kitchen floor.

Oh gosh, reading these makes me feel so old!

2009-08-20T15:52:00.000-07:00

This post is unusual in that I actually wrote the script for it.

Another Guest Writer

2009-08-19T13:09:00.000-07:00

"Maman is far gone in this story, though she isn't in reality - I often see her,

on the opposite side of her husband at the picnic table, flicking ashes from her lit cigarettes into the Folgers' Coffee tin between them."

By Nicole Ritzer

TO START, & ON A FAIRLY UNNECESSARY NOTE : I am aware of the finer points of coffee-brewing, aware in the sense that I can tell how a cup will taste the same way someone more eminently French than I (fallacy, impossible, will not last -) will loudly suck in a gulp of wine (hint : sniffing the cork is Patrick Bateman-style bullshit devised as a way to impress and shame your table-guests, no matter what anyone says to try & convince you otherwise) : by holding it up to the light, clinking a spoon against the French press, smelling the spent & now-useless grounds. I no longer strive for perfection, & instead have started a slow clog on the fine mesh of the Ikea French press (finding the percolator untrustworthy) - reduced in price from $25 to $16 in the newest catalogue, of which two arrived in my mail - as it continues to accumulate stuck-on residue of the shit I have sprinkled in with the grounds which doesn't just rinse off the way fine-grind rinses off, with a splash of hot tap-water (it travels everywhere, up the sides of the stainless-steel sink like mud rocketed up by the tyres of a car to hop a kerb & soak bystanders). Nutmeg n' black pepper, or shavings of Godiva Easter chocolate truffles from my very own mother - ones that crossed the Michigan Border (undeclared-at-customs food products) & that were falling apart and oozing when I opened the package at the post office in the early & abnormal spring highs of 25 or 30, whatever-Fahrenheit, unusual even here, more becoming of Los Angeles which is, according to David Lynch's weather reports, becoming "ambitiously balmy". The chocolates went directly into the freezer and, since using the vegetable peeler & shaving strips of them to mix with the aromatic grounds, I have not checked to see if their remains - now-lopsided & freak-looking lumps - are still as-of-now uneaten, but my intuition says they're gone and I'll never know what happened. And finally, the best combination yet, with the black-black hot-wet grounds & Ottawa tap water : real truffles, or their shavings - aromatic like wet soil, freshly-shorn deep-green grass, a hike in the forest, subtle like the smell of tree-bark, natural and good.

THE POINT of all this is that tonight, this-night, is my third French press of coffee in the twenty hours of today's wakefulness. I am over-scooping the coffee grounds and dropping the heaping piles in fours and fives, covering them in an ounce of cold-cold water & then pouring the steaming-not-boiling stuff from very high up. (A coffee that isn't strong enough will appear translucent in front of a bright light : brown water, which funnily will also do well enough to describe its taste and texture. A coffee that is too strong will look opaque in front of a bright light : black paste. It will taste burnt & as close to carelessness as one is physically able to perceive with any one of the five senses, six if you count the tingling of yer "Mickey Rourke sense", but perhaps it's just the inborn instinct to find cover whenever cigarette-breath, unwashed hair & sweaty n' sour comes appearing. You are supposed to grimace when you drink a cup of too-strong coffee, but forget about pouring it down the sink - drink the whole thing up very, very quickly to ride out a body-buzz and speak like an amphetamine addict for the rest of the day. Coffee-drinking is a pissing contest between the purported strong coffee enjoyer (henceforth referred to as "The Pretender") and the true, strong coffee-drinking "the way I always do it at home is run this already-brewed coffee through these new coffee grounds with the percolator" line-stepping tester-of-boundaries (henceforth referred to as "I feel kind of wasted right now. Do you? I haven't been drinking. It must be the air. Maybe I snorted up too much salt-water at the beach today. Are you sure you're okay? Because I feel wasted."). The result of all this is that : my coffee has come out of the pot like the scene in Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas in which Johnny Depp goes on the Gator ride with Lacerda - who doesn't even look Portuguese - thru the dunes of the Mint motorcycle circuit : before the elevator scene, "written-with-Benicio-in-mind", but after hallucinating The Film Tropic Thunder, Duke pours his sand-riddled beer out onto the ground & it makes the splattering noises of a not-quite liquid. Mud.

I REMEMBER all the bad habits of the country of France & microwave my favourite blue mug, over & over again, as it fills with my ever-cooling sludge. I feel kind of wasted right now. Do you? I haven't been drinking. It must be the air.

Join me in a cigarette?

And now it's time for...

2009-08-17T13:17:00.000-07:00

If you want your sweet taste, you're gonna have ta click through, baby.

This is the first comic on TBTB that was wholly written by somebody else. Jordan Anderson wrote this script, copied exactly except for two words removed and whatever typos I have added.

It was fun and kind of complicated to work from a script, and of course to work from something so long. I drew homer off a bust of him, which is why his skin is gray.....

[boring technical exploration]

Plotlines part 2

2009-08-12T15:14:00.000-07:00

Oh my god it's like Magnolia up in here with the disparate plotlines joined by a single emotionally unstable dude with sideburns.

I decided not to include it here, but it will come up later that our cat's name is Toby.

you know sometimes doing stuff like this isn't actually very easy. I work at it all the time, and only like, 10 or 12 people ever read it. Sometimes I spend hours trying to draw somebody's face and it just looks like garbage by the end.

But that window in the background? Man that looks good.

I remember reading 'the natural history of the far side' where Gary Larson does a DVD commentary 5 years before its invention, he points out interesting stories behind certain panels, stuff that had to be redrawn, stuff that got tossed out for being objectionable, panels that no one ever understood.

But there's one, which I think is two sea captains showing each other unlikely parts of their bodies that have been replaced with pegs, anyway, all he writes about it is:

"I'd just like to say that I drew a pretty cool ship in the background here"

Sometimes it's like that.

Also, my love has been legal for three years today. Tonight I get to find out what our fourth ring will look like.

Non-continuity

2009-08-11T14:21:00.000-07:00

This comic is not part of the plotline previously referred to. Episode two of said plotline should be done tomorrow.

Plotlines!

2009-08-06T14:23:00.000-07:00

Thus begins the first instance of a plotline on TBTB. By the way, if you have a boss or an accounting department, a styrofoam ball filled with dowels on which are impaled tiny pieces of fruit cut into attractive shapes is actually a pretty nice thing to get them.

Edible Arrangements does a pretty great job of this. They used to sell skewers containing 1/8th of a pineapple on the street in Beijing, but I was never brave enough to eat one.

By the way Firefox don't bother me I ain't capitalizing styrofoam no matter what you say.

landscape

2009-08-04T19:07:00.000-07:00

I may add some proper text, but that proved difficult while working 'on the run'.
Also this version has some compression artifacts. Will fix

The legend of

2009-07-31T16:34:00.001-07:00

Don't worry, Sparkle Pony is with you right now!

Create the problem.

2009-07-30T11:39:00.001-07:00

A friend of mine told me: "My boyfriend reads your comic, and so he has it in his feed reader and he'll read it and say 'hmm, what's this all about?'"

To Fly on Wings of Chocolate

2009-07-28T14:44:00.000-07:00

Laugh if you must, but Chocohubris is the number one cause of spoilt dresses in the tragedian trades. But did you know that Chocohubris does not even appear in the Word 2003 spelling dictionary? Write your alderman today.

where do opinions come from

2009-07-27T10:30:00.000-07:00

Google Reader, we have to talk:

Why the eff should I care whether people like a news story? 87 people liked this, thanks so much, now I'm really gonna read instead of just pretending like normal.

Do you just want to be like Netflix? it takes two hours to watch a movie, it's not good, that makes sense that I would care what people thought of it.

But this is three G.D. paragraphs! In my own news feed! Even if I cared what other people thought of it, how would I act on this information? There's no 'don't like' option, so it's not like I can skip a story.

Anyway, thanks for adding clutter to the best news and information thing since the book.

Also I'm not an expert on race and crime in America.

inexplicable

2009-07-23T14:33:00.000-07:00

This won't make a lot of sense, but I still thought it was pretty

preguntas

2009-07-21T19:13:00.000-07:00

after researching a very technical solution to this problem, I thought I'd just ask you:
does anyone subscribe to this site via rss feed?

Right now the panels aren't optimized for rss display, and I'm curious if it's worth worrying about.

Please either comment on this, email me, or whatever, to tell me if you're viewing this through a feed reader rather than reading the site directly.

Homily

2009-07-21T11:41:00.001-07:00