Here at Chez Maison Petite, we spent a good chunk of the day getting ready for a semi-traditional Thanksgiving. I've recently been trying to cut back to just eating fish, but Thanksgiving's an exception. Yeah yeah, "And the turkey you festively slice." Oh well.
I think I'm going to take Thursday off, but I'll have a panel up on Friday!
Eleanor and I had a fun day off yesterday! Just for the hell of it we walked to the strip mall a couple miles down Broad St. to read comic books at Borders and eat a crapload of sushi at "Ru Sans." While we were at Borders we ran into our friend Robert - we hadn't seen him or his wife Mary Jessica for about a month, ever since a demanding baby named Tommy took over their lives. Robert spent about ten minutes trying to convince us to go see Mastadon with him at the 40 Watt in January, then ran out again.
When we got back to the house, we cleaned the kitchen and watched old episodes of Pokemon I'd downloaded from the internet (don't ask.)
While we've been working, we've listened to like a million episodes of this podcast in the last couple days. It's basically just the daily life of this geeky husband who spends too much time on the computer, and his bossy wife who runs all over him... somehow Eleanor and I really relate, ha ha. But actually it's really charming and hilarious.
Tonight for dinner I tried making a Spanish Caribbean dish that was basically rice and black beans cooked up together, and is traditionally known as "Moros y Cristianos" - "Moors and Christians."
Eleanor finished up a couple of her big projects and I'm a couple panels ahead, so maybe we can take tomorrow off!
P.S. Oh yeah, I'm so used to keeping mum about Elo's various projects that I forgot I could mention this one - Eleanor's made some toys for a show at Giant Robot San Francisco. So if you're in the area, you should swing by and check it out.
Did you know that I'm one of the internet's most popular references for handlebar mustaches? It's true. Go to Google Image Search and type "handlebar." I'm the first result. "Handlebar mustache," and I'm #4. For a couple of weeks last year, our cat Detroit was somehow the most popular kitten in the Google Image Search. But now? Oh, fickle fame.
This one goes after the last one. Thanks for all the thoughtful comments I've been getting recently, both pro and con changes. I really do read them all but I figure it's good to not try and talk too much or explain about your own story - much better to just see what people have to say.
Eleanor and I have been listening to a ton of sixties music recently. I've especially been taken by an odd band from the mid sixties called The Monks. Apparently they were a bunch of former GIs stationed in Germany who wore monk's habits, shaved their heads, and played some pretty awesome proto-punk type songs ranting against Vietnam and ex-girlfriends. Also - every other garage band in the sixties had an electric organ. Whatever happened to the electric organ in pop music?
Eleanor is carving little wooden toys for an art show. Our whole house is covered with wood shavings.
More sausage-making here with Set to Sea - this is part of a small sequence going a little bit after the last couple panels. I'll get this all integrated into the whole soon. It's just a real pain in the butt to renumber all the panels.
Did I mention that somebody kicked the passenger side mirror off of my car while it was parked in front of the house the other day? Well, they did.
This panel immediately follows the last one - I'll be integrating them into the whole story shortly.
Today is election day. Please go vote for the candidates you think are least likely to lead us into global nuclear/environmental apocalypse. Please. We can thrash out the other issues later.
No, the story hasn't taken a weird, surrealistic turn. I actually decided to pause at this critical juncture to do a little retroactive filling-in and editing of the prior story. This panel is part of a small sequence that I'll shortly be inserting all the way back in the bar scene at the beginning.
I'm not really fond of showing everybody the piecemeal, sausage-making-like process of putting Set to Sea together... but I guess that's why you're reading this! The final story should be a little stronger for the changes, and hopefully everybody will pretend I knew what I was doing from the start.
Holy god, I have eaten half of my body weight in Halloween candy in the last couple days.
We went to a concert last night when I got a surprise email that Todd Webb's band Seamonster was playing Flicker. It was very nice. I wish we could've hung out with Todd a little more.
If you want to see a picture of Eleanor and me in the world's crappiest Halloween costume, go here. Or you could just look at one very cute unicorn baby.
Candy: About 5 pounds of Pixie Sticks, Butterfingers, Nerds, Baby Ruths, and Reese's cups.
Decorations: Shiny purple bat garland and a green ghost on the front door.
Music: A medley of Halloween favorites (yes, The Monster Mash got played at least half a dozen times)
Pumpkins: 2 - one by the sidewalk with a scared expression being lassoed, and another by the door looking evil and holding the other end of the lasso.
Trick-or-Treaters: 5 very tiny kids - probably first-timers. They were so shy they would only take one piece of candy, so we had to urge them to take more.
A little later in the evening we went out with our friends Erin and Patrick to goggle at the costumes. Erin was a cheerleader witch, Patrick was a surprisingly terrifying Wolfman Jimmy Olsen. I threw on an old black robe and red-lined cape I had lying around from Halloweens Past, and only later realized i was dressed almost exactly like the vampire flip-doll Eleanor made me for my birthday.
We're definitely going to have to try harder on our costumes next year - there were some good ones out there. Once we saw two different sets of Mario and Luigis, one a pair of boys, the other a pair of girls - run into each other on the street. Surprisingly, there was no antimatter-type explosion.
