low-hanging fruit

a companion to bound the comic
Had a little fun with typography whilst taking a break from real work tonight– my writing workshop cohort decided to call themselves The Merchants of Anarchy after a bit from the story I had brought to work on. Thus flattered, I promised them T-shirt...

Had a little fun with typography whilst taking a break from real work tonight– my writing workshop cohort decided to call themselves The Merchants of Anarchy after a bit from the story I had brought to work on. Thus flattered, I promised them T-shirt material. Here’s my first shot at it– Baroque as all ass, which was unintentional, but hey. Better than a sharp stick in the eye.

Bear with me. Teddy bear with me. There’s a bear in here.

Hey darlings– I’m going to be more active here very soon with the arts and the doodles and the jazz hep, I do promise– in the meantime, in order to preserve my sanity whilst swimming the deep tumblwaters, I have started a more bloggy-type-thing over at http://stranger-than-fic.tumblr.com/

Come on over and join me, the water’s fine. I’ll talk more over there.

I talk. A. Lot.

That said, I’m recommitting myself to a weekly doodle of some sort the moment I’m back from Kansas– that’s right, some of us GO to Kansas, in order to come HOME to Oz… otherwise known as Chicago, in this case.

It’s not a perfect analogy.

Bound the Comic is not dead, not strangled in its cradle, I’m just a goddamned perfectionist, like everybody else.

I appreciate you all, strangers or no– soon, you shall be flooded with scribbles, I say FLOODED.

If you have anything you’d like to see me draw, toss it in the ask box.

Much love, d.

Dang, maybe I’ll finish this thing for the five-year anniversary of the damn album. Maybe then. This is to show you all that I’m not dead, and turning my eyes to mine sketchbook once more.

Dang, maybe I’ll finish this thing for the five-year anniversary of the damn album. Maybe then. This is to show you all that I’m not dead, and turning my eyes to mine sketchbook once more.

More tip jars! How is it possible to mess up Harrison Ford’s nose? Or to make him look so much like Obama? Questions for the ages… .

More tip jars!  How is it possible to mess up Harrison Ford’s nose?  Or to make him look so much like Obama?  Questions for the ages… .

Oh no…I think it’s time to start a different tumblr just called Tip Jars: Sometimes I Get Over-excited. (It’s all downhill from here.)

Oh no…I think it’s time to start a different tumblr just called Tip Jars: Sometimes I Get Over-excited.  (It’s all downhill from here.)

Necessary.  Want to work like you’re a speed machine flying down the highway, and not even notice?  This, over and over.

(Source: Spotify)

Never.  Gets.  Old.  Lindsey Buckingham, just…just never change.

It’s Tunesday, and I’m in love.

(Source: Spotify)

Gorgeous.  Sticks with you.

There’s a lot to like about the radio version, but this demo is probably forever in my top ten favorites songs.

(Source: Spotify)