yeehaw.

it's 5:34 am. i just finished drawing a huge drunk dog for the paper. it's supposedly going to be "all over the paper" soon. it's kind of scary to think of it like that. it's just sitting on my desk right now, but in a few days 150,000 people will look at it for a few seconds. it came out pretty good though i thinks. it's not a stick figure at all, but you can still tell i drew it. i'll scan it for you guys later.

Buzz called me a little while ago. It was like 4:30 am when he called.

"Hey am I calling too late?"
"Well, kinda, yeah."

The scary thing is he really wasn't. Just about everyone here was up, but just in case he thought it might be a good habit to start calling every night at 4:30, i told him it was too late. Buzz is funny. He was at his dad's house and he was whispering cos he wasn't supposed to be on the phone. He was talking about buying waterfront property for me and Angele to live in. Then his dad woke up and he freaked out.

"I have to go! My dad just woke up!"

What a character.

Look. This is my new friend, Evan Williams.



This little grocery store around the block sold me a case of these little airplane liquor bottles for 8 bucks. That means I'm cooler than you. Me and Angele went out to this little Italian place this weekend and drank a bottle of wine and got all drunk and two of these little bottles fell out of my hidden handsewn "drinkin pouch" inside my hoodie and rolled across the floor. "Good one," said the melting faced girl at the table next door.



I'm almost finished reading another book. It's the autobiography of Chuck Jones. It's quite an insane book. I would try to describe it, but there really isn't any point to describing an autobiography. Just read it if you like the man. I think I'm gonna stick with non-fiction stuff for now. I bought a book about Buster Keaton that I'm gonna read next. After that, I'm gonna read that Youth in Revolt book that Brad was reading on the Greyhound on the way to Seattle a while back. I only remember this because I have a little cartoon of Brad in a notebook somewhere saying, "Will you please leave me alone, I'm trying to read my book."

Bastard.

Look at this sign I "found" earlier tonight.



I remember the first time I saw this sign saying to Angele, "Wow. I'm gonna steal that sign one day." I'm a man of my word.

Everyone needs to set goals.

Me and Josh have been talking up a bunch of new killogg related ideas. We'd let you in on them, but then you'd get all anxious. And then what happens when we then decide to kick back and sip our lemonades in our dirt farm hammocks? You freak out, that's what. There's a lot of fun stuff planned for the future of killoggs though (including some new heads...you headless whiny bastards). The new features are gonna be totally sweet like ninjas. You'll flip out and kill people for no reason at all.

There's a few more smurf comics left. I'm gonna run them all as a series. Some are better than others. Some of them make me feel naughty. I didn't know I was capable of unleashing such horrors. You'll see. Angele's first response to them was "Ha ha. Those are funny. But... .... YOU drew them."

Hmmmm. Sorry... I'm not really a sick bastard... Really.

Anyway, I need to take the garbage out before the big loud truck with the dirty little men comes. Have fun working (reading killoggs) while I sleep all day...