On Sobatical?

I'm not actually sure what my witty story or point will consist of tonight but some sort of update to my website was in order. Some of you with a trained eye might have noticed the complete and utter lack of webcomics this week, neither on time nor tardy. Perhaps you trusty readers with your big hearts have forgiven me, seeing as how it was a holiday week and I most definately was in the company of family.

Beyond that I might even be further deserving of your sympathy, because this cartoonist right here wound up completely and utterly turkey-less on the previous Thursday. Wait... scratch that, I was able to scrounge up a late evening cold cut turkey sandwich. It was on wheat.

I won't go into particulars on the chain of events that led to my turkey-less Thanksgiving, but I will ask a question of my readers. Am I the only person who doesn't like gravy? I am honestly aware that I am not completely alone, none of my immediate family particularly cares for the substance either but there is a general assumption that everyone likes gravy. So whenever you have Thanksgiving'ish food anywhere other than a dining room adjoined to your own kitchen the turkey that is served, presumably died from drowning in gravy rather than being slaughtered.

Growing up in a world that loves gravy I have learned to tolerate the stuff. But my tolerance didn't solve the conundrum of a buffet where the turkey/stuffing container was occupied by a few sorry looking turkey pieces and some random lumps of stuffing, which was then rescued by staff for replenishing. "But Sean, why didn't you go back for seconds? Surely the turkey would have returned!" You're very right, it indeed did return. So did everyone else that wanted some.

I leave you with some random sketches, if you can guess who it is I've attempted to caricature; then I'll know someone is reading.

Apartmental Learnings

I found out yesterday that I now have an apartment, or well an application that I am a part of has been approved. A friend of mine keeps asking me whether I am excited or not, frankly not actually. However, I am not particularly unexcited about it either. Being accepted is just one step of the process, a process which includes taking another walkthrough to ensure work that was supposed to be done has been, getting the utilities working, signing the lease, buying a bed, moving my stuff down, negotiating said stuff into a much smaller space than I am used to, oh and flying to Savannah and moving my girlfriend up in a 'small' moving truck up I-95 and driving it into NYC.

Perhaps when all of those steps are behind me I will be excited. Perhaps not. Maybe I'm just not the kind of person that gets terribly excited about living spaces, since after all they are just spaces. A place that you call 'home' and put your stuff. That's not to say that while I occupy this new apartment I will never be excited, on the contrary I hope to quite often be excited. Whether it be from starting a job that I like, perhaps learning how to cook, playing my friends copy of guitar hero or any other assortment of activities. Maybe there are physical spaces out there that if I were about to occupy I would be excited, but for now I'm content being somewhere in the middle.


For people on the fence about "Borat! Cultural Learnings of America for Make Benefit Great Nation Kazakhistan," the movie is definately funny and offensive. Most of the time both. And sometimes disgusting. People shouldn't worry about the way it portrays Kazakhistan, although Borat makes it appear warped and backwards, his cultural learnings of our nation don't portray America as a whole lot better.

Civic Duty YEAHHHHH!!!

Well I hope everyone was aware that yesterday was the Midterm elections across this here nation. For the first time since I've turned 18 I was actually in the great state of New York, so my voice was not only able to be heard but recorded. I don't want to talk about Mr. Absentee ballot, we're not currently speaking.

Anyway, I went with my parents first thing in the morning since I thought there would be much more hoopla. Nope, no hoopla to speak of. I signed my name in ink, waited for my dad to vacate the archaic voting terminal and stepped in. I'm not sure how many people have experienced one of these wonderfully ancient turquoise contraptions but you have a mammoth lever which you pull to close a pair of curtains directly behind you. The lever calls images of flipping the proverbial switch for an electric chair or stopping a steaming locomotive before running over many distressful a damsel to mind. It's heavy duty to say the least. I like it a lot.

In fact I'm so fond of the booth I would very much like to aquire one to make proceedings in my future household both fair and patriotic. Think of it, training children the responsibility of their own future a few short switches away. No longer will the dreaded question of what's for dinner be posted, the ballot will wait at home and everyone sitting down to eat will have their say.



Of course like many other systems it isn't fool proof, but there is a lesson for the young voters. Do your homework and research that dinner you're ordering, otherwise you might accidentally pick something that you didn't know you wouldn't like. The sting of a wasted vote will be much more potent because the taste of a lousy meal comes on a lot sooner than that of 4-6 years of another poor choice.

I feel sorry for my children and needless to say I quite frankly have very little idea who I voted for, and yes that is my own fault. On the bright side I have 2 years ahead of me to try and work it out.

On a completely seperate and unrelated note, will the Seagulls from 'Finding Nemo' please sit down as awesomest/zaniest supporting random characters from an animated film, Slugs from 'Flushed away;' take a bow. Eeeeeeeekkk!

Halloween Extravaganza

So this here is the official beginning of my Blog, welcome. I'm going to be updating it at least once weekly, always on Wednesdays (sketches included) from now on so there'll be something new on the site 3 times a week now. Monday night I carved pumpkins with my parents, I thought I'd share some of the silly designs I came up with.



I spent Halloween in New York City supposedly looking at an apartment. I got to Crown Heights about an hour prior to the appointment and was greeted with a near egged experience (remnants got my jacket and pants.) But I'm no longer mad, and rather I would like to thank said eggers for making my decision to skip the apartment tour that much easier. Cheers.

I then ended up at a hip hop show in Times Square with some friends, and I'm not totally into hip hop, I'm certainly not against it either; but you know how it is. Prince Paul (the producer from De La Soul) and his Ill Out Show crew were raising money for a new record. It was pretty fun, Prince Paul and Dres were alright.



And then I drew some crap on the train, accidentally ran over a cat (there goes my spotless roadkill record.) And got home at 1am. So in summary, lousiest Halloween ever. Hopefully next Halloween I will find an apartment. Or perhaps do something slightly more Halloweenish.