also during spanish

getting better all the time

The first panel is how I reacted when there were flowers on the table when I got home last night.  The second panel is how I watched myself react in the parallel universe that exists so that we can all remember how crazy we are capable of being.
It is nice to get to live in the first panel lately.  It is sad that for years my poor mind was so crazed it truly believed things like in the second panel, and worse.  I believed, for example, that the boyfriend I had when I was 22 was cheating on me with a woman who . . . LIVED IN NEPAL at the time.  Genuinely, painfully, batshit crazy.
Anyway I am happy these days and I appreciate it.

at the movies w imogen binnie

i tried to look up a good quote about hunger to make a funny title for this but they are not funny at all just starving children and piety about wisdom and whatevr :/

fungus mungus takes himself out for a delicious holiday treat!

really they love each other tho

self-portrait of self as child with faux-dirndl and quentin blake eyes

down at the end of catcat street at catcat hotel

a very nice fungus mungus

i'll see your kitchen full of spices and raise you THESE rites of douchage

it was a babyn fox doll

on a related note if i ever have to c-section emergency deliver don't just *assume* that i am ded and shoot me in the brain. maybe wait a sec and make sure.

also i used "walnut" instead of "brown" for your hair :D

watching alien for the first time with michael: pencil sketch version

stay tuned for fancy attractive color version

turned out to suck or moved, that is.

we survived but it was close.

lolz it looked at me

planes trains n automo-wtf

there is no milk at the hardware store

I think at first I thought the lesson must be, "Welp, better get on outta the hardware store."  But I think really the lesson is that I don't really want milk, I just want some hammers.  Maybe some drill bits.  Some . . . wood.

maybe it was a family name. fungus mermet vernhole von dildus. i donno.

download learning curve

fame vs just bein horrible

i believed them to be slimming, is why i was wearin maternity clothes fyi

hey buttfaces

i guess i'm kind of working on a minicomic right now and i feel like it will be more exciting if i keep some comics secret for it.  like it's gonna have old stuff but maybe if some of the stuff is new then you will be like whoah i like these comics.  these NEW ones i never seen on the internet.  or whatever anyway i'm working on a minicomic.
here's a picture of how i felt after my first bike wreck:

in other news a new name i have been calling cats and loved ones is poochie malookie, it is super cute and you can use it too!

i do not have company (ever)

ok a couple things here:
1.  that's not really the colors of my cats.  i do have a little greybear one but the rest are not colored according to real life at all.  oh wait except i am kind of holding ada in the second panel.  that is how her legs go if you try and cradle her. second from left.
2.  i don't know if those girls *actually* saw my toy boner under my desk or not, so the expressions on their faces are PURE ART YO
3.  the ostensible theme of this triptych is my being embarrassed when i realize later that i casually revealed my toy boner to strangers via cat hunt; clearly i would not be drawing a picture of the damn thing if i were in any way *actually* embarrassed about having it (hi steve! xo)--so i just want to mention that in case any of y'all caught a stanky whiff of disingenuousness that maybe you thought i was unawares of.  i am awares as hell bitches.

in all the excitement i forgot to post this!

in addition to which he is reading batwoman :)

( Batwoman: Elegy )

their positive mental attitudes are a real boost to my spirits

up inda cluub

i was doing a longer cartoon about this but then it turned out actually i'm not.

so i hosted graphic novel club at my house like two sundays ago or something and it was fuggen weeeeird.  at first.  i mean you can clearly see from the drawing above that ultimately it was totally okay and even fun and even ridic adorable.  look at those cute little bitches! lml.

anyway the point is i have been a "member" of gnc for like a year?  a hot while.  and i have read i think every book that we've done as a club.  but i've only attended like an eighth of the meetings.  because of this!  my stupid brains are still haunted by the scooby doo ghosts of middle school, where any time i am going to go somewhere i am like BUT IF I GO THERE PEOPLE WILL SEE ME.

it's a reeeeal hogwash of a bummer hole.

but this is the year i come of age as a hobbit!  and so i have resolved to stop sneakily creepin on my maladjustments and just start taking axes to the sons of goddamn bitches.  FUCK all that noise.  so exhausterpated of it.

so even though at first as people started showing up i got all sweaty in the hands and aspergers twitchy around the eyes, i just wiped my goddamn hands off on a cat and looked at people in their faces and said words out loud to them and by the end i was as comfortable as if none of them were there at all.  essentially.

next up on the list of maladjustments i'm axing: hating everyone. until then fuck you, dickbowl.

i like bears part 2

girls dont shart: a fiction story that happened to someone else maybe

look i made fungus mungus have different eyes now!

like gq and esquire not swank or whatevr

here's something i am into lately

justin bieber is worth US$ 112 million

i havent been doin nothin so here's this old thing

I ended up doing a bunch of "spring cleaning" today, which breaks down to: me giving a close reading to my bajillions of tiny mementos (plastic dinosaurs, cat whiskers, crayon nubs), and masses of small pieces of paper on which I have written important things I need to not forget.  I get very nostalgic.  Oh remember when I lived like this it was different then, it was better it was worse.  Oh remember this place here is a picture of who I went there with we don't talk anymore I think she's racist now.  Etc.
Anyway I have been thinking about this blog, it's not like I just washed my hands of it and tottered off scot-free.
And mostly what's happening is: I started reading Julia Wertzel, Gabrielle Bell, the ultimate mighty gorgeous Alison Bechdel, and others, and all of a sudden I was like Wait is this my style or am I just fucking lazy?  Because we all know I am fucking lazy.  But now I wonder if I want to learn how to like use Photoshop for example or something.  Have my text go on straight lines.  Pencil first?  Fuck that.  But maybe.  You know?
So I have just been sitting around thinking about all that.  Also I started this because my heart was so badly broken I was unable to process anything verbally.  Now I am mostly on the sunny shore so this has turned into mostly jokes about how Fungus Mungus is a crotchety little jerk.  So there's not that same overwhelming impetus to get shit out o my head or I will die.
I donno we shall see what we shall see.

which feels like a HUGE INSIGHT, finally nailing that down.

i think somebody got a "tool kit" in his easter basket! aww :) fisher price xoxo

bury the pigs

in honor of the no, this old drawing from the work artwork book that me mark and theresa made. this woman is horrifying.  no no no.

o word me too

sometimes your boyfriend provides you with useful new educations.

so now that we are one whole year old here at the opposite of easy i am starting to get hankerings to sophisticitize my shit . . . like, remember when i started i only used fat sharpies? and now i use skinny faber castells? total progress.  also i am starting to think about what if i do these less as one-offs and more as process? that's pretty unlikely considering i am above all things deeply lazy and never more than cursorily or passingly invested, but hey! what if i do an idea sketch and then make a comic from it, instead of my idea sketches being my finished product? whatevr. anyway here is some shit me an manduh got learned on recently.

i just want a little circle door painted green.

and climbable built-in bookshelves. but that is all i want. and i don't want to wear shoes. and i want a lot of snacks all day. but that's it, that's all i need.

backa my neck gettin dirt an gritty

when yer room looks kinda weird an you wish that you weren't there

o mairzie doats and dozie doats and liddle lambs eat ivy!