
That time I set tea bags on fire.

That time I set tea bags on fire.
In 2000, I finished making a superhero/pop culture alphabet for my then brother-in-law, who was about five years old. The list of characters does not represent who I would have chosen for myself and is certainly not who I would choose now, but considering my audience at the time, I did the best I could. I’m not sure if the art or the character choices are more embarrassing 16 years later, but it is what it is.
I hope you enjoy this trip down my artistic memory lane.











Go outside, Jesse.

I love all of you. A lot.

I JUST HAVE SO MANY PETS TO GIVE

Sports fans have weird (terrible) boundaries.

Necessity is the mother of ingenuity.

Yes, I am always like this. Even before 8 AM while on vacation.

A lot of his opinion also boiled down to believing that Schulz’s knowledge of the human condition gave him an insight that didn’t require him to have first hand knowledge of Depression or any other neurological issues. He acknowledged Schulz was neurotic (he was essentially agoraphobic in his later years), but seemed to have a view of mental illness that lacked nuance and was, in my opinion, harmful.
Hijacking his panel to challenge his understanding of mental illness didn’t seem productive, though. I still wonder if I made the right decision by backing down.

Sometimes there are too many people in a room, even for an extrovert like me.