Tag Archive for ships
Do as I say, not as I do…
I totally don’t advocate drinking that much before boat drill. It’s just that for two years, Old San Juan was where my ship-husbands and I always went for a laid-back, eating-and-drinking good time. I’d taken my dudes to the Old Harbor Brewery that day, which Simon, a musician-friend from another ship, had shown ME last […]
Dinner with Seth and Kate
This was back in January, right before Seth signed off. If anyone knows a straight-male version of the term “fag hag,” please let me know. In the meantime, I’ve coined the term “ship-husband,” and Seth was a lovely one. He’s back on land doing the day-job and funk-band thing, but we’ll always have the cartoons.
24 Little Hours, p. 1/2
Hello! I’m in the Skagway Public Library right now, and consequently have to limit my internet time and bandwidth, but I just wanted to let you know the following: I’ve just re-started work on a longer story that I started last fall (and blithely advertised as “Available December 2009” in my minicomic for SPX). It’s […]
A Little Buffet Humor For Ya…
Diana, one of the singers, requested this one, and it was quite fun to oblige. So here I am at Silverbow, my first coffee/internet stop in Juneau. They make their own bagels, and I haven’t found a reason to eat anything for breakfast other than their egg and bacon bagel sandwich. However, Heritage Coffee down […]
Guests, we value your feedback…NOT!
True story. I just finished it today, in the SmartMouth Cafe; I’ll upload a better copy when I get back to my scanner. [Done!] Off the subject, here is a view of Vancouver from my porthole:
Lunch with Musician-Dudes (an excellent pastime)
This is a quick sketch I did today in Ketchikan, Alaska. (Kasa had an…unprecedented reaction to being drawn.) Don, to his right, is leaving in two days, so the four of us went on a wildlife tour, then ate lunch at the New York Hotel. (I wholeheartedly recommend their coffee, and their salmon panini with lemon, capers, red […]
No Judging…
“No Judging” refers to the probability that most readers will wonder why I’d spend time in front of a sketchbook to complain that the MAN who comes in to CLEAN my ROOM is taking his time. It’s hard to explain. Our living quarters are set up kind of like a hotel. There’s a room steward […]