| It really tastes much better than you'd think, though. |
[Jul. 22nd, 2008|01:20 am] |
Back when I was in college, my favorite coffee shop made a drink that was basically a café au lait with your choice of flavored syrup. (As it turns out, the syrup was necessary to cover up the sludgy taste of their sub-par French roast.) I had a tremendous crush on the doofy, bedheaded barista, who recommended cinnamon syrup as his personal favorite.
And now it is my personal favorite. But I guess I am not as compellingly cute as that barista was, because people mostly just make fun of me. |
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| I've never had a tan in my life. |
[Jul. 15th, 2008|01:37 am] |
True story!
There exists somewhere, now lost among the internet ether, a photograph of me sitting with three British post docs. I am, by far, the palest of the bunch. Substantially paler than British people, that is how sickly pale I am. |
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| I stick out my tongue when I'm thinking REALLY HARD |
[Jul. 7th, 2008|01:22 am] |
I've mostly sat out of these internet-comic-people memes, usually because I don't even notice they're going on until days in, but here! I am in on this one!
![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) beatonna is someone you probably already have on your friends list, but if you don't, you should add her now, because I guess Kate Beaton is real lonely. Also, smart! And funny as hell! And she's put out the call for us to create conversations with our younger selves, which is a theme she does much better than I do. But here! I'll try anyway. Humor me:
Like practically every other kid, I wanted to be a paleontologist when I grew up. And I got scarily close, too! But then I took an actual paleontology class in college and GOOD GRAVY was that stuff boring! Is it a coral? Or a sponge? Or a bryozoan? I DON'T KNOW WHERE ARE THE DINOSAURS.
GUESS I'LL GO BACK TO STUDYING THESE VERY EXCITING ROCKS. |
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| The most misanthropic of all my muses! |
[Jul. 1st, 2008|12:36 am] |
I've been a bit lax in the comic updates, haven't I? Well, here you go:
Public service announcement: If you let strangers fix your computer, they will judge you and make fun of your taste in music. But you probably deserve it, you slob. |
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| And then the wheels fell off! |
[Jun. 18th, 2008|04:47 am] |
I have had many roommates over the years. None have made me laugh so hard as my college roommate, Jake.
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So apparently, my mom has been showing off my comics to quite a lot of people, some of whom might be related to me. (Hello!)
I think most of these people know me as a bookish, quiet sort — I was an especially awkward, angsty teenager, for sure — and so I feel kind of obligated to say that my mama raised me right and things didn't really go downhill until I got a geology degree. (No geology department will confer a degree upon you until they feel pretty comfortable with your ability to use filthy language and drink a lot of beer, preferably beside a campfire in the mountains.) Apparently, this is also how my mom explains her daughter to others. It's okay, you guys! She has a geology degree!
And oh, hey! There's that generation gap I've been looking for! |
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| My physics doppelgänger? |
[Jun. 5th, 2008|02:24 am] |
A few weeks ago, my mom asked me if I'd send her a copy of my minicomic, as a sort of belated mother's day gift. Such a modest request could hardly be denied, although I did worry a bit about what my mom might think of me, since much of the humor of my comics often comes from my poor decision-making skills. But she called me when it arrived and told me for an hour how proud she was of me, which, let's face it, is totally awesome. I made a comic book instead of striving for grad school success, and my mom thinks it's the best thing ever. Also, now my mom reads my blog! ("Just draw me cute," she says.) Hi, Mom!
Anyway, my mom is a real nice lady, much nicer and more polite than I am, and she has apparently been proudly showing my comics to her friends, who I bet are also real nice ladies. My mom is also a proper, upstanding woman who frowns at me when I swear and probably figures I got that from my dad, too, so I feel obligated to warn you: This comic contains A BAD WORD. Sorry, Mom!
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| Joe's terrible dolphin joke: First in a series |
[May. 22nd, 2008|12:10 am] |
bostonsteamer emailed me awhile back and asked if I'd be interested in illustrating a joke of his, as sort of a joint venture. He admitted it was the sort of joke that some people might perceive as being, oh, unfunny. (I might be in that camp, dude.) But it was still fun to draw a comic that was not all about ME ME ME, and I can't come up with non-autobiographical content on my own. Also, dolphins. Behold!
Yeah. bostonsteamer has more terrible jokes for me, by which I guess I mean to say: Prepare thyself. |
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| Maybe I have rabies. |
[May. 14th, 2008|01:05 am] |
Today, I've had a headache so severe that it actually burst the tiny blood vessels around my eyes. How does that even happen? Anyway:
A few days after the opossum run-in, I turned a corner to walk home down a dark side street late at night and spotted a raccoon a half-block up the street, jogging merrily toward me as though I wasn't even there. All I could think about (while turning to walk very quickly back to the well-lit main street) was that story on "This American Life" about the rabid raccoon. Ah, nature. Sometimes you get a little too close for comfort. And sometimes you have rabies. |
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| AOEU HTNS |
[May. 6th, 2008|12:40 am] |
I think my favorite among the things I picked up at Stumptown was probably Alec Longstreth's Dvorak Zine. Oh, yes. In my efforts to be your nerdiest, dorkiest, lamest friend, I am learning to type in Dvorak. And it isn't going terribly well, either. See here:
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If you ordered a minicomic from me,
a) thank you very much, I am seriously flattered by how much demand outpaced expectations, however small those expectations were, and
b) it's somewhere in the postal system already! It's gonna be a good week for you.
(But of course, let me know if you do not receive a minicomic from me in the next week or so, and we will figure out what has gone so horribly wrong. Last time I sent out a minicomic, a mangled few fell victim to aggressive machine sorters, and now I worry.)
If you didn't order one but still want to, that is cool — I made more! |
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| Commerce makes me kind of uncomfortable, but here we go: |
[May. 1st, 2008|12:11 am] |
I did go to Stumptown Comics Fest last weekend, if only for the last ninety minutes or so that it was open. It was so nice in Portland on Saturday that Aaron and I went hiking instead, and on Sunday, I overslept and then spent several frantic hours putting these together:
Minicomic #2: THIS IS NOT A THESIS
My second minicomic is twenty-eight pages long, and includes a few comics never before seen on rosiedee! Some of them have been occupying my sketchbook since 2005, as it turns out. Also, I'll admit that I don't do an especially great job of scanning my comics, and I have to say, they look pretty sweet when they're printed up on paper. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.
Would you like one of your very own? I bet you probably would. You could click on the button above, or paypal four dollars* to: rosiedeecomics at gmail dot com, and then I would happily send one to you.
(Four dollars includes the cost of postage, although if you are in a country that is not the U.S. or Canada, maybe you could tack on an extra dollar and we'd call it good.) Stumptown also taught me the thrill of trading, and so if you have your own minicomic that you would like to trade, I welcome you to email me and we will work that out instead. I don't know, email me with other questions, I guess?
*Man, the price of postage has gone up a bit since the last time I did this. I will probably print future minicomics on slightly smaller paper, which will fit into slightly smaller envelopes, and then fall into a different, more reasonable postage category. I am not making any money off of these or anything.
And as it turns out, there was a mistake in the layout when I printed these for Stumptown, but that mistake has now been fixed and I am appropriately mortified that a few people have the incorrect version in their possession.
Special thanks to Aaron, who manned the papercutter in Kinko's at 1 a.m. without complaint, and who also recently asked me, "Have you ever wanted to have a lightbox?" (yes), and then pulled one out of his closet for me! |
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