Wednesday, February 3, 2021
Standing Tall Together
Saturday, January 2, 2021
Post-It Cat
"Post-It Cat," a cat made from post-it notes by Ericka Reeb and Carmen Ricker at Dana Point Library, where it hung for the first half of 2014.
Friday, January 1, 2021
New Year, New Shirt
Sunday, December 20, 2020
Curbside
Saturday, July 4, 2020
Long Live This Ditch, 1983
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Long Live This Ditch, S.G. & J.C. '83." |
[Originally posted on Rebel Leady Boy, Feb. 4, 2006]
Bat Furfur
Wednesday, July 1, 2020
Apple Dumpling!
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"Apple Dumpling." |
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"Apple Dumpling." |
Monday, June 29, 2020
Street Fair
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View from the ferris wheel, Anchorage, Alaska; May, 1996. |
Thursday, June 25, 2020
Found Drawing: Awkward for the Public!
Wednesday, June 24, 2020
Oh, Deer
Batman Bob
4th of July on the Roof
Fourth of July, 1989: on the roof in Columbia City, Indiana.
Nobody fell off!
At the time, I thought we were starting an annual tradition, but it lost steam after that very night.
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4th of July on the roof. |
Tuesday, June 23, 2020
Cat Scan
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Machete on the scanner. |
[ Originally posted on The Real World…Blogger Style! – August 25, 2007 ]
Monday, June 22, 2020
Overheard: 180 Days Sober
Guy #1: "I drank myself into a coma. Woke up the next day, got a dog, and decided to be sober. Stayed that way for 180 days."
Twits, 2007-2012
Sunday, June 21, 2020
Pastey Whyte
Cat Thanksgiving, 2006

In 2006, I was renting a cheap room in Santa Ana, where the property was overrun by a colony of feral cats, neglected by the community and left to fend for themselves on scraps and garbage. It was heartbreaking—many of them were sick, constantly re-infecting each other with colds and worse. They were painfully thin, doomed to short lives on the streets. We managed to rescue one of them, Tiggi, but didn’t have the means to help the others.
That Thanksgiving, after cooking a feast for just the two of us, we had more leftovers than we could possibly eat. So, after setting aside a few meals, we decided to share the rest with the cats. What started on the back porch quickly turned into a street party of sorts, as the cats, one by one, began dragging off their own personal servings of turkey and stuffing.
Everyone ate their fill that night—except for one white cat I’d named Skeletor. He missed out on the feast, though I hoped he was getting fed somewhere else. I’ve never seen a turkey carcass picked so clean, so fast. Happy Thanksgiving!
Saturday, June 20, 2020
Plastic Centaur Toy
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Plastic Centaur. |
On the Frank Farm: Secret Features
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Secret Feature @ the Frank Farm. |