Fafnir & Coffee

Nate and I suspect that Fafnir thinks we’re drinking cat piss every morning. I say this because every time he gets a whiff of our coffee, he begins fervently to try and bury it as if he’d just gotten a good sniff of his litter box.

Most like the acidity of the smell triggers an automatic response, and he isn’t really thinking it through, but it’s still hilarious. Nate usually adds in a little commentary of Fafnir’s thoughts: “What are you guys drink? Is it good? Ewww, nasty! What’s wrong with you people?” He usually makes several passes during our morning breakfast routine to double check if the coffee is still there and whether he’s covered it adequately.

And yes, my coffee mug is shaped like a dragon:


(Available at Think Geek when it’s not out of stock…)

Doodle Art

I suppose you could call these my own take on the current “Adult Coloring Book” craze that has been surging for the last year or two. Instead of coloring in someone else’s pattern though, I’ve drawn the lines for these ones myself.

Take 1:


This first one I did awhile back as a way to pass a weekend. I doodle patterns frequently enough on the edges of note pads, papers, etc, but I wanted to see how those patterns would hold up if I treated them more seriously.

Instead of a ballpoint pen and scrap paper, I grabbed my India ink, my cheap but serviceable quill pen (not the cumbersome feather sort, but this guy), some sturdier paper, and just started doodling.


While I liked the black and white effects well enough, I decided to color it in using some of the turquoise colored India ink  I had on hand as well as some coffee (I love painting and dying with coffee, but that is a matter for another post). The end result went pretty well. I hung it up in my cubical as a splash of color to the otherwise drab decor.


Take 2:


Despite my love of all my doodle comics, I’d recently started to feel like my work space felt rather cluttered. Additionally, now that I’m working on refining my doodle comics to something a bit more finished, it was hard not to look on my paper versions in a critical manner.  (“That guys head turned out too big.” “I didn’t place that speech bubble very well.” “Wow my handwriting sucks!” etc.) I decided I’d rather have some more art to hang up and make things look more organize.

So I got out my ink again, chose a larger page size and apparently only paused to snap one progress shot because I could find no others to post here:


This time I didn’t use coffee and stuck to shades of my black and blue inks (they’re the only colors I have). It took me a a few weeks to finished, but mostly because I kept having other projects I wanted to get done first. It’s finished now and hanging up at work adding some beauty to my dusty allergy-aggravating cubical walls.

The madness of before (with a few of my practice pattern-scribbles scattered in):

Cubical wall shot with notes

And after:





Did I sob my way through my first viewing of Inside Out? Yes. Did I proceed to rewatch it the very next day and sob all over again? Also, yes.

I love most Pixar movies (I’m glaring at you Cars and your infinite sequels…), but it is unsettling how easily they can wrench my heart out.

I’d also like to have a strong talking to whoever in the student life planning committee thought it was a good idea to play Toy Story 3 to a bunch of newly-arrived freshman when I started college. So many emotions…

Cats in Boxes

Awhile back, I posted a comic about getting a food processor. What I didn’t mention at the time was that the food processor came in a box inside a box inside a much larger box because I’d ordered several other items at the same time.

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Obviously, once I’d brought it inside, the cats did not see packaging to glorious kitchen items. They saw a new play structure and chew toy. Here’s a gathering of photos, gifs, and a video of the giant-box event.

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First off, Fafnir being cute up on the box:


Then Grendel being…well, Grendel, in her attempts to climb my leg and check out what I was doing (I know, she’s such a photogenic kitten).


All boxes must be chewed on:


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Playing about:




Taking a quick break from all the box inspecting and Fafnir finding odd positions to fall asleep in (this is thriller?):


Grendel claiming a new hideaway:




Back to play:


And lastly, a video of their battling around the boxes:


And that concludes, the box adventure.

Maternity Leave

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Happy mothers day to all those brave women out there who either by choice or perhaps accident have entered into that terrifying state called Motherhood! You have my deepest respect.

Sure, this comic is a bit of an exaggeration, but when I was finishing up my last day working at a car parts factory during my college summer break, my coworkers advice to me was as follows: “Don’t take out any more loans if you can help it.” And, “don’t get pregnant.” Sure, they knew I was already engaged at that point and getting married in less than 6 months, but as they stressed “kids are expensive.” Well, I guess our savings account can be labeled “in case the car dies” and “in case I get pregnant” emergency funds.

Also this still makes me laugh, even if it’s in a “wow, what a messed up society we live in” sort of way:

Happy Mother’s Day! Here’s hoping employers will come to see the value of giving employees paid family leave without the necessity of government oversight. Not holding my breath on it, but it’d sure be nice…