In case you haven’t been making my ego the focal point of your existence, Tales of the Expected are comics I draw when I get rejection slips from literary magazines. The skinny fellow with the unlikely hair is Jeremy Mishigosh,[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
They’re territorial predators, so when they see movement their first thought is, “Can I eat it?” Their second thought, like the Great Cornholio’s, is, “Are you threatening me?” You know who else stares? My four-month-old niece, Luna. When she gets[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I’m staying in Berkeley tonight and the urge to run over to the UC campus and bug Walter Freeman III is difficult to resist, especially since my host is actively encouraging me to do it. This is the hundred-and-first stix[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
It’s a little like that Escher lithograph with the reflecting ball.
Drawing all those parrots was a pain.
Bonus links: Surprisingly erotic betta mating. Note how the female is temporarily paralyzed after expelling the eggs, which gives the male a head start on grabbing them and sticking them into the bubble nest before she can eat them. My[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I like transliterating Mr. Lugosi’s accent even better than I like imitating it, and that’s saying something.
I know, this one’s too talky. I like our expressions, though.
Today Bela started constructing a bubble nest, which is what bettas keep their eggs and young fry in to protect them. I think he is better prepared for romance than I am.
I bought Bela on Friday; he is a Rosh Hashana fish. Today I put a little heater in his tank to keep it balmy, and he has been performing his threat display at it for hours.