I like the sentiment here, I like the idea of a cartoon caption being kind of retroactively mean to the person in the cartoon. Good things happening there. Yes.

Really wanted to squeeze this poem into visual form somehow so I could stick it up here, as I sometimes feel embarrassed by using poetry as posts on ininintoutoutout. So here it is, more word than image, but so be it.

This one was drawn with a new pen in my notebook which felt all strange because it was a new pen. I became enamoured of the idea of being some kind of comics formalist with the echoed shapes and compositions.

The continuing anguish of people for whom it is too late to change. Why do I do this to them? I do not know, my friend, I do not know. This one flirts with the edge of my meanness though.

It’s been a long time coming but je vous presente another episode of Mother Was Right. I’m still kind of in love with the concept, so please send me any further fitting motherly criticisms.

A world made of architectural drawings of our little neighborhood stitched together with the little fake people being avatars to move around. There’s some solid architecture, and some not. Have a look around.

Sometimes I see disappointed-looking people on the streets and I imagine that they are thinking, “mother was right.” This sad realisation that after all these years, that trite advice was actually good.

I took a bunch of photographs of people as they left the Casino du Lac-Leamy in Hull. People go in there with a lot of relish, but what about as they’re leaving?

I set myself the challenge of writing a little story where there’s a word-intersection for each line. Obviously this was influenced by my present obsession with the New York Times crossword.

It’s strange when people use really extreme words like ‘desloate’ in more or less normal conversation.