Some of my buddies from DC came up to visit, and they were kind enough to help us move the couch. Thanks guys! Yuko couldn't draw them all here. This couch wasn't as bad as the one we had to move from Rochester to Rockville ... solid wood frame, queen-size foldout bed. It was a monster. Oof.
Tees in the store are partially restocked - you can snag some PaleontoLOLgy or Mawzantine Crest shirts if you like.
See you Thursday!
Our third installment in the Rest in Pieces series - here's the dresser, and here's the car. An unfortunate hour of my life - have a nasty scrape on my thumb to show for it. I think I'm done with IKEA shelves! They're built flimsy so they'll collapse on American consumers - Sweden, I'm onto your plan! Your slow, deliberate plan.
We were in Boston a few weeks back for ROFLcon, and in the evening we had the opportunity to grab dinner with Ming, Emmy, Neil and Jamie. We went to Wagamama - try the apple-lime juice and their desserts, they are pretty tasty. Afterwards they showed us around town a bit and then we bid each other adieu for the night ...
Reminiscent of this comic, we have pulled the veil back a little further. If Rook wants food, he lets you know. And know. And know. Sometimes when he meows like that we meow back, matching him for length and pitch, but it just turns into a contest and the cat always wins. He's a pro.
John wants to take a video of Rook and auto-tune it. I think I'd just hit mute.
GUYS we've participated in this little comics collection called Pony Rock where the theme is - you guessed it - ponies. It's about 28 pages, and we'll be selling it at TCAF - more info up in today's update. We'll have very limited copies available, so if you want one be sure to grab it quickly!
You can find us on the SECOND FLOOR, here's a look (click through for a bigger version):
Hahaha, poor Yuko. Our super may not remember any of our names (we'll do a comic about the guys another time), but he's certainly the best super we've ever had.
Thank you Emily for filling in for us last Thursday! Our schedule over these 3 weeks is kicking our ass, I'm sad to say, so it's always nice to have friends who'll pick up the slack. Our terrible, terrible slack.
One of many things wrong with Spacklehaus. Every time it rained, we got a little swimming pool in the basement. I sometimes imagine the house as an old prize fighter, on his last legs, doing his best but ultimately falling short. We were in Rochester this past weekend for Toracon, and we took a moment to drive by Spacklehaus - the red paint on the shutters has bled down the front of the building and the houses on either side seem to have been repainted, so it looks a little like a haunted house.