Calvacade of Pictures!

Howdy, folks! I'm back from New Orleans with a Calvacade of Pictures! Come along and look, won't you?

We'll begin on the airplane. Everyone knows how hilarious the SkyMiles catalogue can be, since it yielded the famous Tiny Biclycle of Slow Kids poster fame. This time the humor comes from the fact that the child in this picture seems to have no sense of irony, nor shame.

More SkyMall madness. Pop quiz. Is this A) A smoke detector that wakes a child with the sound of your own voice, or B) A giant floating robot eyeball that screeches at your child in the night? I think you know the answer.

We did a lot of stuff in New Orleans. A lot. We packed a ton into a relatively short vacation.

Here are just some of the things we did:

Brooke rode a streetcar and looked glamorous and mysterious:

I rode a streetcar and looked sunburnt:

I stood sugestively by a cannon:

We visited a couple of their famous graveyards and were looked down upon by angels:

We went to a wax museum, where the Phantom of the Opera was very perturbed about having his mask removed:

We rode a steamboat on the Mississippi River, but before we rode it we stood outside it and had our picture taken:

We took a LOT more pictures. 6 rolls' worth. That's just a tasting. Looks like fun though, huh? We've decided it was the best vacation ever, which made going back to real life that much suckier.

And here are some miscellaneous images:

Here's my lovely wife with the beginning stages of our custom-made "chandelleir" or however the hell you spell that, that she made herself:

Here's my lovely wife being lovely:

Here's me with my new laptop, the very one I'm currently typing this on. Weird. Notice too my Boba Fett bust. I'm a sex machine.

Here's me at Passover, looking about as Jewish as you'll ever see me look:

Here's a lovely picture Brooke took of me standing in the last big snowstrom of the winter:

And here's a lovely picture Brooke took of her waking me up by taking my picture:

Brief Update

Went to New Orleans last weekend, had a great time, celebrated my 1st anniversary on Tuesday, had a great time...uh...I'm hungry...that's about it.

Homeland security

All I want is to be able to afford a house in the town I grew up in. Is that too much to ask? Probably. Maybe not. We'll see. A lot depends on whether I can start bringing in more money than I currently do. I wish this comic book could illustrate itself faster, but quality takes time. It's looking great, at least.

Advice to former Slow Kids:

Don't watch the Kids in the Hall boxed set unless you want to feel very frustrated. Why frustrated? Watching some of their early stage shows included on the disk (which take place on a stage that looks disconcertingly like the Underground) was enough to get even Brooke to say "Yeah, some of what you guys did was funnier than them." And then you look at what they became and...well, the mind boggles.

If anyone can think of a mechanism by which a select group can write sketch comedy together whilst spread across the country, I'd love to hear about it. Meanwhile, I'm assembling in my head the all-star Slow Kids TV cast. What would yours be?

Facial Star

Check it out! I'm inspiring toys left and right!

Thanks be to my pal Jesse.