A Critter’s Life


Until his passing five months ago, I had a hamster named Gomez Houdini. His surname came from his determination in escaping from cardboard boxes, through dutifully chewed-out holes. (That’s what the famous magician did, right? Chewed his way out?)

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Racists Rock!


I have called the greater environs of the city of Atlanta home for over twenty years now; it is a place I love for many obscure and masochistic reasons. It holds a seemingly endless roster of musical innovators and too many legitimate cultural influencers to name here. But one of the things about Atlanta I truly value most, what makes me feel safe at home here despite the occasional tragedies life tends to offer, will probably surprise you.

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Out Of Print


Imagine yourself at nineteen years old. You walk down the block on a sunny Sunday afternoon to the green metal newspaper vending machine on the corner. You slide shiny silver coins into the slot on the top, pull down the oven-like door, and retrieve a newspaper from inside. With me so far?

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All The World Will Be Your Enemy


Have you ever wished before, on a star, or a birthday candle, or a fallen eyelash? If so, what was the unspoken rule about making sure that wish came true?

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Death of the Cool


True confession time; this may shock you, coming from someone who has collected toys and used computers since grade school, but I have never, ever been thought of as “cool”. When I was a young man, I might have fantasized about being a “cool guy”, but the reality never clicked. I’m more of an awkward misfit, or a borderline “nerd”. It doesn’t bother me. I accept who I am, and my place in society.

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So What, Big Deal


The website you are currently reading is now ten years old. If it were a spouse, the traditional anniversary gift would be tin or aluminum. I’d go with the latter; it’s worth very little, and it’s everywhere. Just like cartoonists.

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The Dirt, Scarcity, and the Emptiness


Hi there, friends and neighbors! I suppose it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Feels like it’s been even longer. Life’s funny that way. Not “ha ha” funny, but the other kind, whatever that may be called. Funny when it happens to someone else. Yeah, that works.

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I Feel Stupid And Contagious


It might be the weed, but this morning I was struck by the revelation that not only do I know every single word of a song I’ve utterly despised for over thirty years, but I think I don’t utterly despise it anymore.

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Time Out


After a surfeit of punishing insomnia that kept me awake until four in the morning last night, I had the most amazing dream. I sat at my drawing table and suddenly, without effort, I was inking a page of my own comic art, based on a brilliant new idea I’d conceived.

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The Qotile Ultimatum


Part of being an inscrutable artist weirdo like myself is that you love it when people buy gifts for you, but you never buy gifts for anyone, because you feel an inner obligation to instead create something for them, which you then you take forever to do, and you just end up looking ungrateful.

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