1. Perfect news headline popped up while watching shield. Thank you universe.

  2. Monday blues on the train into work, head a little further out than just in the clouds..

  3. cinoh:


    The morning cup of coffee is important. Half-smiling, half-haggard TV housewives shuffle into kitchens in bathrobes warning: ‘don’t talk to me before I’ve had my coffee.” The laugh track roars and babbles, but it’s a commendable notion. The heat, the caffeine, the ritual awakening. Do you remember the commercials on TV – the old ones – for Folgers and Maxwell House? You were home, it was wintertime, and there was a swirling steam coming off the coffee, black. The strong aroma climbed stairs, and bodies, having survived the night, came to life. I don’t think we have those notions anymore. I don’t think we have those commercials anymore. I see people my age drinking Coca-Cola from cans in the morning. It’s deplorable. We’re losing our direction. It’s dangerous to go too long before having coffee in the morning. It’s no good for our culture. Buying a seven-dollar coffee, a cardboard tower, on your way to work is dangerous. So much could go wrong. You should have coffee in the house, in a mug, sitting in a chair, and almost immediately after waking up. The loss of this ritual could be the reason our culture’s in the state it’s in - aggressive and impatient, we make enemies of neighbors. Wake up, people, make your own coffee. Make it the way you like it and don’t talk to a fucking soul, or think a single thought, until you have. 

    I waited too long to have my coffee this morning.

    The final push I needed to wake up even earlier.

    (via blerchin)

  4. This is probably one of my favorite sights on my commute (photo credit: me, art credit: ??)

  5. Professor Prickle’s rebuttal @ grand park downtown bookfest

    (I thought I posted this yesterday but it was in drafts?)

  6. LA Loves! I have a wee little art show with some other lovely folks tomorrow night (3/27) at Novel Cafe Koreatown. Here’s the event info. So, come and see some art, have fun, and stare at me standing awkwardly in a corner most likely drinking and munching on something and wishing I could melt into the ground and we can all just pretend it’s performance art and not just what happens every time I show my work somewhere.


  7. Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.


  8. nunovit:

    March is all about connections at Nunovit. Your shin bone’s connected to your thigh bone, your thigh bone’s connected to your hip bone, your hip bone’s connected to the hipness that is Nunovit. We’ve got so much exciting new stuff for you to put in your eyeballs: plug into some sweet…



  10. If there’s not a zine of it, it didn’t happen, even if my memory of drawing for this is a little foggy..