Archive for October, 2011


Sportswear Wolf.

October 28, 2011

Oh boy, they just keep coming…



Curse of the Dummy.

October 26, 2011

Another Halloween pun for today.  ‘Tis the season…





October 24, 2011

I’ve heard many times that there are no original ideas.  This often seems true.  When was the last time you searched for something on Google and had no results?  It’s virtually impossible.

Ridiculous phrases like “cheese yo-yo” get 5,050 results.

Even the string of random letters “fdsajkl” yield 13,900 hits.

However, if you enter “Abrahampire” Google can’t find any pages.  Not a single one!  So I guess there are some original ideas.

Just not any good ones…


New-moon spectacles have not caught on yet.

October 21, 2011

I wasn’t trying to make these glasses look as ugly as possible, it just worked out that way.  Happy Friday everyone!



Sometimes deer wish they could wear sweaters.

October 17, 2011

I keep getting emails regarding the possibility of t-shirts for one of my older cartoons about broccoli.  I finally did create a shirt, but the watercolors didn’t look super sharp.  I remade the design so that it was more “t-shirt friendly” and I think it actually looks pretty cool.  If you are interested you can check it out at:

I had quite a bit of fun figuring out how to make something that I thought looked good on a shirt.  What do you think?



Inconvenience store.

October 12, 2011

When our older daughter was born, I left her and my wife sleeping peacefully at the hospital for a few hours so that I could run home and clean up our (then) apartment.  With some help from my Mom we cleaned, replaced bathroom mats, cleaned, changed sheets, cleaned, wrapped a couple surprise presents, and cleaned some more.  When it was time to bring the baby home the next day, my wife was excited to see everything ready for the baby.

I was happy.  She was happy.  The baby was happy.

We were all happy…

…until we discovered that in my cleaning frenzy I had managed to throw away the breast pump.  Other than the baby herself, this was the worst thing I could have lost that day.

Oh, and we didn’t notice this until about 2:00 AM.

I made a mad dash to Walmart for a replacement.  If you were interested, it turns out that Walmart stocks about 10 thousand types of breast pumps.  Not one of them looked remotely like the one we had owned earlier that day.  Dazed with sleeplessness, overwhelmed by the idea of fatherhood, and desperately trying to make amends for losing the breast pump, I made my choice.

Our original pump was manual, simple, and very non-threatening.

The pump I chose at 2:00 AM that fateful night was electric, complicated, and looked like an angry Texas Longhorn.  It was the most unnatural/uncomfortable/unholy double-barreled contraption I have ever seen.  Yet I chose it out of the myriad of others.


I have no clue.  All I know for sure is that it has been almost 5 years since that day and I’m happy to say I can laugh about it now.

Maybe in a few more years my wife will too.


Ancient relics of human history.

October 10, 2011

I remember using floppy discs that were actually “floppy.”  Do you?



Kitten o’ nine tails.

October 7, 2011

When I was in third/fourth grade, my father read me JRR Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings.  It took us about a year of nightly reading to complete all three books.  I remember looking forward to those bedtime stories each evening.  I have reread the books several times over the years and each time I am amazed that I understood the events as well as I did at that age.  I think this was largely due to the fact that my father would edit the story at times – substituting words and phrases that would make it easier for me to understand.

This didn’t always work.

I remember that when we came to part where Gandalf faces the dreaded Balrog, my Dad described the Balrog as holding a cat o’ nine tails.  This isn’t the phrase used in the book, but it was what my Dad thought I would understand.

I didn’t.

When you read this you will imagine some sort of creature with a multi-tailed whip.  However, my young mind was haunted by an image of the Balrog swinging around some horrible cat-beast possessing nine deadly tails.  Sounds funny, right?

Not to an 8 year old.

Trust me.



October 5, 2011

About four years ago we decided to buy our first Apple computer.  Before that I had always been a diehard “PC” type.  Why?  I could upgrade as time passed.  I could swap out malfunctioning parts.  I could root out and destroy all (most of) the viruses that infected it.  I could generally troubleshoot any problems I ever had with my PC systems.  To me, Apple seemed like a total waste of money.  Then something happened – we decided to go wireless in our house.

It.  Was.  A.  Nightmare.

It was difficult to set up, connections between the router and the computer were dropped constantly, and nothing ever seemed to work properly.  I became so frustrated with the whole setup that I was ready to try anything.

Even an Apple.

I quickly found that I had been right about Macs.  I couldn’t upgrade anything, I wasn’t sure how to swap broken parts, and I didn’t even know how to solve any software problems. But it didn’t really matter.

Because nothing ever went wrong.  Ever.

Thank you Mr. Jobs (and countless other Apple employees) for making my life a little less frustrating.


Everyone loves racing stripes.

October 3, 2011

Truer words were never written.