What do you get when you mix a baby, a silly hat, and a camera?

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The magical pink unicorn hat still belongs to D. Corsetto, who I love dearly for making that ridiculous thing exist.

The adorable one-year-old belongs to my brother, who I love for pretty much the same reason.

On the Move

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My big brother’s munchkin turns one year old on Monday.  She has become mobile in that way that small children do at the end of their first year, and she has a predilection toward getting into things and going places she shouldn’t.  However, she is also very cute, and therefore can’t be held responsible for any of it.

I have to say, it has been a wildly entertaining year, watching this whole process from a safe distance, and I am looking forward to the many more yet to come.

In the mean time, I have purchased the makings of a quick-and-easy birthday present craft.  I have a cute little hat and an adorable little iron-on that wittily mocks my brother’s hair styling skills.  This is a five-minute project.

Unfortunately, it requires finding the hat, the iron-on, the iron, the ironing board, and a spare cloth.

I currently know the location of only two of those five items.

How will you be spending your Friday night?

I’m Laughing At Clouds

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So, in regard to the odd comic… hilarious story this week!

After the fantastically annoying down-the-street move a month ago, I finally managed to score a new day job in Austin, so I’m moving again.

My first day was Monday.  The actual move is happening Sunday.  I spent last week meticulously planning out how to survive one week with as little junk as possible.  I cleverly planned ahead and drew and scanned comics for the next two weeks – the hat strip for May 14 and a special birthday comic for my niece for the 28th – and left the scanner in San Antonio.

About two days ago, I realized that I left out a whole week, and generally fail at reading the calendar.

I am pleased to announce that my camera and some surprisingly simple photo editing has produced the perfectly-legible-and-not-too-spotty image you see above.

Now for the content of said comic-

For those of you outside of Texas, we’ve been experiencing a state-wide drought for several months now.  At one point last month, even the coastal counties were under burn bans.  Wildflower season was a total dud.  Until last week, San Antonio had not seen more than an inch of rain in any one go since January 6.

Add to this that the vast majority of the Central Texas water supply is drawn from aquifers that are filled by rain water and, well, you have a worrisome situation, and a whole bunch of people who really, really want it to rain.

Then last week we all woke up one morning to dire warnings of tornadoes and hail and… rain.

And there was much rejoicing.

Ooh! Ha! BALLerina! Balls! …heh (or More Improv!)

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For the record, my abject fear of the film Black Swan in no way contributed to this sudden outburst of aggression between classmates.  But I sure thought it was funny.

Yes, it is that time again!  Our wacky improv class will be performing not once, not twice, but three times this month at the Hideout!  If you happen to be in Austin on the 1st, 8th, or 15th at 7:00pm, you should check us out.  You just might catch someone getting a ball to the balls!  (Not very likely, but you never know!)

Mission Accomplished …now I need a nap

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This week’s comic has been brought to you by one never-ending sinus infection, two bummed knees, three kickass movers, some cable provider I’ve never heard of, and a mountain of boxes that is just going to have to stay in the dining room a little longer while I go enjoy my weekend elsewhere.

packingpackingpackingpacking

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So we’re moving.  Down the street.  Long, unpleasant story there, and I will spare you all the ugly details.  Suffice it to say I did not have sufficient time to draw a proper comic this week, and next week I may not have sufficient internet capabilities.

So, uhh… yeah.  Moving.  See you in two weeks, maybe?