Wow, sorry for the radio internet-silence; the holidays can do that to a guy. And by “that” I mean “crawl into a cave for weeks at a time with nothing to keep him company but his wife, cats, and copious amounts of fattening food and booze”.
Speaking of cats, remember this cutie from our last chat? Well, she just had her surgery on Monday morning and is recuperating nicely in the pillow & blanket nest I made for her in the bathroom. I felt bad sending her under the knife without a name, so she’s officially Penelope, at least as far as the state of Maryland is concerned. More pix will be forthcoming.
Anyway, let me show you what I’ve been working on. First up is a new design documenting the on-going exploits of Fuzz Aldrin, first kitty in space!
So, those of you who read my blog regularly (all ten of you) may have noticed that I was MIA all last week. I wish I had a good reason for my lack of communication, but I don’t. The fact of the matter is, my wife was out of town (Way out of town. London, to be precise) last week, and if I’m being honest, it’s very difficult for me to stay on-task when she’s not around.
Tempting as it is to do the revisionist history thing and post a bunch of entries time-stamped for last week, let’s just pretend that it never happened (which is, in itself, a revisionist undertaking. Tautology! Look it up, kids. Also, what’s up with all the parentheticals today?)
Since only TWO of the aforementioned TEN readers have taken me up on my Meet the Fans Monday feature, I’ve decided to ease us back into the swing of things by interviewing myself. This exercise is two-fold: it give me a chance to mention Chuck Klosterman’s latest book Eating the Dinosaur, which examines the nature of the interview from the quasi-philosophical angle that Klosterman does so well, and it also allows me to talk about myself, which I love doing.
How did you first discover Ex-Boyfriend? I started designing some stuff. It needed a name. And “The Beatles” was taken.
5 10 desert island musical artists? Yikes! Idlewild, The Smiths, Waylon Jennings, The Who, The Beatles, The Cure, Miles Davis, Wilco, Elliott Smith, and Blur. I will rue this list on the days when I crave some Johnny Cash, Radiohead and/or Oasis.
Tell us about your pop cultural guilty pleasures. I don’t ever really feel guilty about the stuff that makes me feel good… but I suppose the stuff that is the most incongruous with my persona would be my appreciation of certain Britney Spears singles, Jane Austen novels, “good” romantic comedies (Sleepless in Seattle, You’ve Got Mail, When Harry Met Sally, etc) and Gossip Girl.
What kind of tees do you hope we design next? The kind that sell a lot! Ideally, stuff with monsters and robots and critters. You know, the usual.
Favorite haunts on the web? Alright, time for some true confessions… I’m a bit of a sports nut. Not exactly the sort of thing you’d guess based on my job, wardrobe, haircut, listening habits, etc. But I LOVE baseball and football. So a lot of the places I visit deal with sports. Pretty much every one of the Yahoo! Sports blogs is choice. Fangraphs.com. CamdenChat.com. All are pretty entertaining reads. But I also love to drop in on chromewaves.net, because Frank Yang and I share a lot of the same taste in music (and I like free mp3’s), videogum.com is excellent because Gabe is one of funniest bloggers I’ve ever read. And I would be remiss if I didn’t mention andiamnotlying.com, which is partially contributed to by my friend David William, who is an amazing artist “living the dream” in hipper-than-hip Brooklyn. And of course tastespotting and liquorious!
Do you have any pets? What are they, what are their names?
I think this is pretty well-documented, but I’m pwned by two cats, Oliver and Bigby. And let’s not forget the seemingly never-ending parade of foster animals.
If you had a time machine, where in history or the future would you go?
The future. To paraphrase Brian Fellows, I don’t do dinosaurs.
Beer, liquor, or wine (be specific)?
Beer and wine are more or less in a dead heat. I love a good Belgian-style wheat beer, but I also like a nice, flavorful copper, amber or red ale. As far as wines, I’ve graduated from the “I only drink whites” camp to almost exclusively reds. I tend to shy away from the drier stuff—no merlots for me, thanks. I like a nice full-bodied shiraz, cabernet savignon, malbec, or pinot noir.
What’s the first thing you notice about the ladies (or dudes if you prefer them)?
Teeth/smile. I can look past a lot of physical flaws, but bad teeth are pretty egregious.
Cake, pie or cookies (ice cream and candy are also acceptable, but be specific)?
This is tough! I love Starbursts. I like cupcakes a lot (though I’m pretty no-frills; plenty happy with vanilla-on-vanilla), and certain pies really get me going (key lime, blue berry, pumpkin, pecan). I appreciate a well-done cookie, but they’re more of a stop-gap dessert in my book—a sort of “well, if there’s nothing else around” treat. My wife’s cherry cheesecake is pretty awesome, as is her pumpkin cheesecake topped with toasted pecans and caramel-bourbon sauce.
Sorry for the lack of updates, but I’ve been on vacation. Actually, I was away getting married to my long-time girlfriend. That is the reason for the lack of new art and updates here and on Facebook. Getting ready for your wedding can keep you busy, no matter how small you try to make it. Anyway, the exciting news is that we’re home now and we are fostering three adorable and mischievous kittens! This post is going to be very heavy on the pictures and videos because I had too many favorites to just pick one.
I also have a mischievous kitten story for you guys. The littlest of the kittens is a tiny calico girl named Laura. She weighs about 1.5 lbs (and that’s a generous estimate.) Saturday morning I went to check on our kittens and Laura was nowhere to be found. I totally freaked out. The kittens have been living in our upstairs bathroom, frolicking in our large empty bathtub and skittering about under the toilet. There aren’t many places for them to disappear, but this tiny Houdini had certainly managed to make herself scarce. I wondered if maybe she’d snuck out when I opened the door.
I woke up my wife and we called all our friends, enlisting them to tear apart our house for the better part of Independence Day. We worried our adult cats had gotten their paws on the missing kitten and eaten her. We worried the missing kitten had scurried into a vent somehow and was lurking inside our walls. We pulled appliances out from their corners, we left treats out hoping to entice her back. It seemed hopeless, and I dreaded fessing up to the SPCA that we’d lost one of their charges.
Around dinner time I went to check on the remaining kittens, and what did I see out of the corner of my eye? The missing kitten! I only caught a glimpse of the little fiend, but I definitely saw her. She’d been in the bathroom with her brothers all day. She disappeared as fast as she appeared, but I noticed that she had run behind our pedestal sink. I checked behind the sink and discovered there was a small cut-out in the porcelain where the pipes go in. I reached inside and felt something soft and fuzzy. The hideout was so small that only Laura could fit in there, and I was barely able to get my hand inside to pull her out. Luckily, I was able to get her by the scruff of her neck and pull her out. I duct taped the entrance to her hideout and returned her to her brothers. Hopefully that was the last of her disappearing tricks, but whoever adopts this kitten is definitely in for some trouble.
Anyway, trouble or not, the kittens are too adorable for words, so here are some pix and videos. Enjoy!
I’m a proud new papa, again — this time to two large orange tabbies. Lest you worry I’m truly becoming a crazy cat person, let me assure you this is it for us. No more pets. Mostly because my girls says so, but either way, the house is now full.
How did these strapping furry lads come into our lives? Let me tell you. For those of you who’ve been reading this blog a while, you may recall that we lost our very beloved little Maine Coon in December. After losing her the house seemed so quiet and empty. That is when I first floated the idea of getting two new cats eventually. That way we’d never be a one pet household again. My girl was too devastated to entertain the idea of a new critter, so for several months it was just us and Oliver.
Meanwhile, neighbors a block away moved out and left their two big orange tabbies on the street to fend for themselves. The abandoned cats were friendly and always greeted us when we saw them outside. One particularly chilly damp night I saw one of the orange tabbies outside. He was freezing cold and seemed delighted to have me rubbing the top of his furry head. He followed me home and I let him camp out in our bathroom. We decided to keep him and we’ve named him Bigby. Of course we couldn’t separate Bigby and his brother, so we spent the next few weeks checking the block for him. Last night he finally showed himself. He’s a little shyer than his brother, but couldn’t resist the lure of a some delicious cat treats, and was eventually coaxed back to the house with us. He’s now adjusting to his new surroundings.
Bigby has become acquainted with Oliver, and while I can’t say they’re BFFs yet, they seem to be getting used to each other. Once Oliver adjusts to not being an only kitty I think he’ll grow to enjoy the company. So here are the two new boys, the guy on the right needs a name. Any suggestions?
My girl and I have started volunteering as foster parents for the SPCA, a local animal rescue that we volunteer for and support. Our first foster critter arrived today. Her name is Olita and she’s a cutie. Here’s a pic:
The other night, as we were headed up to bed, we discovered our cat, Sadie, was crying and hiding her paw under her chest. Thinking she maybe had fallen and hurt herself, we took her to the emergency room. We expected she might need a cast and we’d wonder how the silly girl could have done this. She was always getting into mischief like this.
Sadie spent all night and the next morning at the ER. The vet told us Sadie’s lungs were full of fluid and that she might not live through the night. She asked if the cat could have been hit by a car. We said it wasn’t possible, she is strictly an indoor cat. We racked our brains trying to imagine what had occurred. Did she fall down the steps? Did she catch pneumonia? Did she inhale gas from the stove? It made no sense.
Twelve hours and $1,500.00 later, the animal hospital said they were ruling out trauma and suspected a heart problem. They suggested we transfer her to a hospital with a cardiology specialist. We drove her to the hospital with the specialist and waited all day to see him. We sat in the waiting room, we stood beside the kennel where they stored Sadie and tried to pet our disconsolate little kitty.
The specialist finally saw her, and told us she had a congenital heart condition that caused blood to trap in her heart and clot. The clots would get out into her body causing things like stroke, paralysis and heart attacks. The injured paw was paralyzed with one of these clots. He told us that sometimes, with medication, cats with this condition can live for a few more years, but it wasn’t certain how well the medication would work or how long she’d get. He told us we could leave her for observation for 24 hours to see if her condition started to improve at all with medication.
We had to try to give Sadie a fighting chance, so even more money was spent. It was more than we could afford but we loved her so dearly, we would have done anything for her. We told her “you have to get better, it’s the least you could do, we’re going to be living on Ramen forever after this.” Sadie just got worse and got more clots. So early this morning we drove back to the hospital to say good bye and put an end to her suffering. She was only three years old.
Many of the adventures around my house involve dealing with my mischievous cats. Below is Sadie, mess-maker extraordinaire.
When Sadie first moved in I swept the floor about 1,000 times a day. This is because Sadie likes to scoop each piece of food out of her dish, throw it on the floor, and then eat it off of the floor.
These days, instead of being able to slide her food onto the floor, it now lands neatly into the cereal box I put her food dish inside of. Sadie tries desperately to get her food onto the floor, but the box trapping her food has a lip, making scooping crumbs out of the box difficult at best. Finally, out of hunger and despair, Sadie has started eating out of her dish.
Score Human 1, Kitty 0.
(Cereal box, taped shut, decked out with some decoupaged magazine scraps for style, and with a large rectangle cut out on top for putting kitty dishes inside.)