pseudonym jones

the goose was very proud of the gloves she “invented,” (took off her socks and wore them over her hands to keep them warm while holding a bowl of ice cream)

I utilized some sarcasm here for the poast, but please let the record show that I do think that’s pretty clever

a friend!

originally posted 10/12/2019

a friend!

Fanlee’s mom appears in this one and Friday Night Plans. Fanlee’s dad appears in The Move. She has her mother’s eyes and her father’s eyebrows. I think that’s how genetics works.

a friend!

Realized I never posted this one on here! I like it a lot. This was the first comic I made after the publication of Fanlee and Spätzle Make Something Perfect, and the first of a series of comics I had planned to show Fanlee and Spätzle’s friendship over the years.

I saw someone online posting about Nathan Fielder and they referred to him as “Nate” and feigning that level of familiarity with Nathan Fielder feels so perverse to me. I have never been more acutely aware of the walls that separate me from truly knowing another person as I am with Nathan Fielder

some contextless screenshots from Control: Resonant

Midsommer (2019)

in my head they put a flower crown on my head and call me sister and we spin hand in hand until my legs give way

Midsommer (2019)

Midsommer (2019)

I haven’t seen the Elizabeth Holmes documentary yet and won’t be able to go until Sunday so I will be spending the whole weekend vibrating impatiently

I went to mass this past weekend

I felt a little bad about it but the Catholic Church owes me AT LEAST an open restroom after all they put me through.

I went to mass this past weekend

By which I mean I got stuck in a traffic jam on my way to PCX and while I was walking from where I parked to the con I had to pee really bad, and I passed a Catholic church with its doors wide open for Saturday afternoon mass and I slipped in, smiled at the pastor, used their bathroom, and bounced

goose wanted to play a new game called “potty poops” where I sit cross-legged on the floor and she sits on my lap and then we pretend to be poops in the potty and we get flushed and go through the sewer system (in her imagination it is a water slide)

It was me and her and her monkey stuffy and we had to hold on very tight so the three of us didn’t get separated and don’t be silly of course I didn’t almost cry playing Potty Poops because my daughter was clinging to me saying DON’T LET ME GO MOMMY WE NEED TO STAY TOGETHER

goose wanted to play a new game called “potty poops” where I sit cross-legged on the floor and she sits on my lap and then we pretend to be poops in the potty and we get flushed and go through the sewer system (in her imagination it is a water slide)