More talkative buildings from the notebook. No one is more uniquely qualified than I am to examine and express the inner life and psychology of architecture. Right? Right.

Another one of these talking building affairs. I’m being cutting edge here, because I only have two panels! Try not to freak out too much about it, I know it’s intense, but it’ll be okay. Just breathe.

A very quick little comic from the ol’ notebook as I continue to try to get back into the swing of drawing and thinking of dumb ideas. Zing!

There’s a very soft spot in my heart for IKEA’s LACK coffee table. I saw an ad for it while walking around in Athens and was reminded of the sheer omnipresence of that little table that can.

My little foray back into the world of making. I’ve been drawing buildings with legs standing around for a couple of weeks now, and finally felt like I should put some words in their mouths.

I’m saddened by the shitty drawings I’ve drawn here, but I’m still a fervent supporter of the idea this comic represents. It’s a good, solid joke. Ha ha. Oh man. Ha ha.

A random poem-like thing written one morning now illustrated. I found drawing “fusion” to be hard enough that I said, “let me do a terrible job and just go to bed”, and then did that.