Comic #4.

New comic post over at The Comic Commitment.

"...don't drink the water..."

There was a water main break downtown today which left many people without water and the rest of us aren't allowed to drink it. I know it's not a laughing matter, but seeing all the water fountains at work like this today made me laugh pretty hard. Oh, and I was drinking my mug full of drinking fountain water while reading the e-mail about how we're not supposed to drink it until after tomorrow. I haven't felt sick yet.

One smart kitty.

I came home to find this:

Obviously Egon knows that fish belong in water.

Cookie bake-a-thon.

Every year some of my family and I get together for a mass cookie baking/chocolate making day. Typically it's just the women and kids that attend, but this year my dad was involved with a cookie trade at work so he came to crank out 8 dozen spritz cookies. Lucky for him, the cookie press cooperated this year.

Shakin' it up with some sprinkles.

Yes, that IS a Christmas witch. When we make sugar cookies, no cookie cutter gets left behind!

A cozy kitten.

Egon is finally home.

Christmas ass.

Because here at work we're do dependant upon candy to get us through the day one of our fearless leaders once gifted us with the Lab Ass who bore a sign stating: In case of emergency, break ass. He was stolen yesterday and returned today with this new festive attire, working lights and all.

Mark Mothersbaugh.

The history of music fascinates me. How one style, movement, instrument, technology, person, historical event etc. influences another and another and another and evolves into something completely different yet somehow stays so connected. Of all the classes I took during the five years of working towards my BFA one of my favorites will always be my media history class. It really opened my mind to a lot concerning the way media effects the world, and in turn, how the world effects media.

This morning I decided to start my work day by listening to a slew of Mark Mothersbaugh compositions from various Wes Anderson films. For me, a Wes Anderson film just wouldn't be right without the touch of Mark Mothersbaugh. I think the only reason the Darjeeling Limited slipped by without him was because of the different cultures and locations calling for a different sound. But anyways, it made me start to think about the vast number of other things that Mark Mothersbaugh has done that I've encountered and enojyed. Going backwards from here, he's done the music for various Mac vs. PC commercials...all of which are impossible not to love (unless you're a die-hard PC fan...ugh). The Sims theme music...I will not elaborate on how addicted I once was to that game. Rugrats theme song...yes, I watched it. Devo...needs no explanation. And finally, with many more not as noteworthy encounters in between, the theme song to Pee Wee's Playhouse. Which leaves me with this thought: had I not been allowed to watch Pee Wee's Playhouse over and over again when I was younger, had my mom not given me the nickname Miss Yvonne, would I still be the avid Mark Mothersbaugh/Wes Anderson enthusiast that I am today? Has that long history of positive interaction with Mark Mothersbaugh compositions somehow brought me to become who I am now and what I appreciate? I'm feeling the need to illustrate a flow chart.

"...we've got a lot, don't you dare forget that..."

Last night I saw Everything, Now! and Margot and the Nuclear So & So's at the Beachland Ballroom. It had been a while since I'd seen either band, about a year since I'd seen Margot and at least two since I saw E,N! play at some outdoor festival in Bloomington. It really made me miss the days when Indianapolis felt like my home away from home. It's been too long since I've been there and, in the meantime, too many people have come and gone.