What we have here is a goat, an accordion, a pretty girl, a tree, and some grass. Compliments of my friend Mark in Louisiana.

I think this might be my favorite picture of all time. You know, at least for right now.

Maybe it’s just because it’s Easter season, maybe it’s because it’s rabbit season:

Rabbits ravage fort’s defences
Monster rabbit targets vegetable patch

Bonus points for those who caught the Elvis Costello reference in the subject line.

Here’s the thing. I’m not into all snark, all the time, no matter how “funny” said snark may be. So I tend to avoid sites that make that their calling card, like Gawker and Wonkette. It’s not that I don’t have a sense of humor. It’s not that I never make with the snark myself — believe me, I do. It’s just that when that’s your only game, I get worn out quick. Swimming in your insecurities is like trying to keep afloat in a vat of quicksand — tiring, and I could use a hot bath afters.

Oh, wait. Was that snarky? Begging your pardon.

Anyway, that’s why I tend to pass on You Knit What?, a gallery of pointing and laughing at the Worst Knitting Patterns In The Universe, past and present. Sure, the patterns are funny. Personally, I engage in a lot of “WTF?” when I pick up new knitting magazines. But it’s in the privacy of my own home, see. That’s the difference. I had my fill of “Oh. My. God. What. Is. She. Wearing?!” in high school.

Nonetheless, someone somewhere will point to You Knit What? and I’ll go back for a few, take three bites, and leave again. Such was the case today when I found this:

Yeah.

I’m torn between “Yeah, I can get behind that” and “Poor little dude.” Conflicted, even.

Yeah.

Favorite dust jacket of right now goes to:

Illustrated by Greg Spalenka.

Here, let me try to distract myself with mundanity as I slowly adjust to a Preiss-less world…

1. The Small Press Swap Meet is a cute site for the buying and selling of indy comics related merchandise. I apologize if this is old news. Can I interest you in a cute “I’m Hurting Comics” t-shirt by the lovely Lea Hernandez?

2. That Altoids sour cherry gum is fairly unchewable. Good lord.

3. Cut off all of my hair yesterday, so that picture on the right sidebar is officially outdated. No need to freak out; it’s not that short. It’s back to its usual length. Maybe I’ll take a new picture after the dyejob.

Some old Italian dude at Astor Place wanted my hair for his garden. Apparently, human hair keeps squirrels away. That kind of bugs me out, but I didn’t object.

Enough procrastinating.

Leland and I returned from a couple of lovely days in North Carolina with my family on Saturday. Yes, it has taken me this long to recover. What can I say? From the plane’s initial descent to kissing the cats hello took three hours — you’d be useless too.

(Don’t get me started on the MTA. Don’t get me started.)

Delicious moments near the Atlantic ocean made up for the suburban eerieness of the gated McMansion rental community. (Yes, the houses are… rich. But they were just so damn empty, and that was a little weird.) And hopefully I can whip up a post on turtles in a day or so. Because, you know, turtles are the new rabbits. (Well, not quite.)

Spent the entire day in Prospect Park, brainstorming and note-taking about comics projects. Consider me recovered.

And lo, for no reason, pictures.

North Carolina knitting:

The Strength tree:

My favorite shirt:

The necklace says “patience”. Of which I’ve had very little, historically. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I think the turtles have something to do with it.

Testing the damn pictures: