Uhhhh . . . . I don't think I'm gonna get all these done before I leave for New York.

I'm doing email math right now to figure out exactly when they are deadlined for (you know, two days from the date that was on this date's email that said two weeks later than the email before it . . . . . ).

When I suggested doing a separate illustrated title page for each story, I didn't really think it would come to twenty-five stories. I managed to get half of them done today.

FOAM

Two lucky winners were selected to represent in the homelands. A voyage of this proportion requires much foam and bubble-wrap. Precautions and Measures will be taken, I assure you.



Not so smiley now are you, fuckers.



. . . and speaking of not smiling.



He will age badly. The sun will shrink his memory until his melony rind collapses into a gelatinous puddle of ant food.



I made this for the Milk Girl when she smashed her hand.



I found the Chili Man! He has lost his spoon and some fingers. Can you even be the Chili Man if you don't have a fucking spoon? At least he has the pot.



I think his face is the best I've ever carved. So mellow. So mellow. That's how I wanna feel.

Redder

Still unpacking and doing three million things a day. Stuff needed to be redder.



The stairs are very popular with the small, hairy people.



I took the basement door down yesterday and cleaved a huge tom-and-jerry-style hole into the bottom of it. The Cat Hole has a brush in it so they have to comb themselves to go to the litter box.