Impressive Feet

This is just about the easiest kind of joke.

Also, Tessa, I think we were talking about J.K. Rowling.

Catastrophe

Farewell dear, sweet computer. You will be missed. 

Let's just say it's a really good thing I love my cat so damn much.

Maritime Morsels

Trader Joe's really knows how to appeal to my snacking sensibilities.

Mulan makes everything better

No really. I would even go so far as to say that it is better than "Eye of the Tiger" as far as training montage songs go. This song got me through the worst hikes in the Honduran jungle; apparently it was the soundtrack to my sister's college application process. And it helped me and my mom set up at our two shows on the road. Thanks, Donny Osmond and Co.!

For your viewing pleasure:

*Also, Mom I apologize in advance for whatever complaints you will have about how I drew you (they always complain). I just can't draw that well, is all.

*Also, also: this is the last of the show-related comics. Next up: ALL NEW TOP SECRET PROJECT!!!!! (maybe).

The Huntin'est

Fact. 

Close encounters of the Hells Angels kind

This happened (and far too early in the morning for my poor overworked brain to process things like shirtless bikers doing sun salutations on the stairs outside our motel). Please note the vest sunburn. It is very important.

Blending In

I was not very successful in this venture.

I'm back! Just like those dinosaurs in that movie, "Jurassic Park." I told you not to give up on this blog just yet. There are to follow several doodles from my time on the road with my mother. Honestly, there's much more comic material than I have time to illustrate, so for now, this will have to do.

Three weeks ago, my mom and I left for Idaho, where she had an art show in Sun Valley. We drove from LA through the not-quite-a-ghost-town Ely, Nevada, and onward to the potato state, then to Jackson Hole, Wyoming. We drove through many a scenic route, past field after golden field, over rivers and through woods, in the shadows of mountains. I took a lot of pictures. Here are some:

We somehow ended up in Montreal.

Mommy and me. And crow.

The booth.

This crazy house we delivered to. It was three barns, imported from the East Coast and converted into one giant super-barn. Apparently, that's something you can do.

Me in a lava field.

The sun sets on Jackson Hole, Wyoming.

On the way to Yellostone.

Yellowstone.

Fat.

A bison! I also saw a moose but I didn't get a picture of it.

A bug!

Close up!

Ol' Faithful.

Jackson Hole uses antlers in all of its decorating.

Hey!

A rainbow....sorta.

Dinosaurs fo' real.

Biker chick.

I must say, Jackson Hole was not my favorite place ever. A vegetarian like me just didn't stand a chance. But overall I had a great time--my mom and I make a great team. And we pretty much rocked the setup and takedown of her booth, even in the midst of a windstorm, during the takedown at the end of the Jackson show. It was a lot like that scene in "The Little Mermaid" with the storm when Eric gets tossed from the ship, what with the yelling orders and the sails--er, uh tent sides--flapping about. Fun times were had by all. I do love a good road trip.

*Note: bait-and-switch courtesy of Tessa.

Backpack ATTACK!!!!

Tiny orca backpack. Yes, I will wear this in public.

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Sorry if I got your hopes up that this was a legit update. It's not, really, but I had to share the joy that is this fantastic purchase (made just that much sweeter by the fact that the actual price was $19 but I got it for $9 because the price tag was wrong, and apparently, GAP has to honor the tag). 

So by now, probably everyone has stopped actually reading this blog, but I do promise, something is in fact in the oven and will hopefully be out soon. I am not dead, nor did I meet some taciturn and yet surprisingly soulful cowboy in Jackson Hole, Wyoming, choosing never to come home. I am back in LA, doing mostly nothing. 

Soon, my faithful readers (all two of you.) Soon.