this is what concerns me:

SPX was sweet. The minicomic I made for it will be going up in part on Flickr over the coming days, plus I’ll even leave my apartment for a time to drop some off at the usual spots. They’re a paltry $2 each — even you can afford that in this economy. And because I like self-torture, I’m going to make a new lil’ something for APE, too, so stay tuned for some preview panels maybe.

In other news, I wrote another one of these political cartoon book dealies, this one campaign specific. The yearly book will be out in a few more weeks, and I’m writing a depressing forward on the state of political cartooning for it, so there’s lots to look forward to.

AND ALSO: I’m the new editor of Curbed SF. What-what? Yeah, about that whole leaving the apartment thing… Only to get more coffee.

After all that, I registered too late to get a table at APE. Unfortunately, the state approved my application for a temporary seller’s permit, so I still have to file a tax return after the event — which means I might as well sell something!

So I’m working on a mini about my more noteworthy Food Not Bombs experiences. This was one of them. But there will be more. (Incidentally, a brief Googling after I drew this seagull turned up some really disturbing YouTube videos of the act in progress that I refuse to link to here; I stand disgusted and corrected.)

I did this piece for the Gutenberg, a new little magazine out of the Bay Area. The colors are just for fun/learning Photoshop, though — it’ll be black and white in print.

I originally wanted to cover seed bombs, but apparently those are too mainstream now? I guess I’m out of touch with the youth culture these days.

Either way, worms are cool, too.

It appears that yesterday I was peer-pressured into getting a table for APE. Despite what this might make you think, I’m generally a pretty strong-willed person.

This being said: um, do you any of you guys know someone who might want to share a table with me? I don’t need all that real estate for just three (3!!) (knock on wood) things (unless I make the T-shirts!!*), and if there are more of us we won’t be stuck there so often and will have more opportunities for bathroom and Chris-Ware-stalking breaks.

Oh, right, plus it’s cheaper — that too.

*You didn’t really fall for that, did you? If I made T-shirts, I wouldn’t be in this mess now would I?

The San Francisco Zine Fest is this coming Saturday and Sunday! Self-publishing, Vanessa Davis, screenprinting, nature stuff, kickball, etcetera! Woooo zine fest!

So while you may think I am lazy for not updating this blog, it is only because I am frantically-ish putting first/final touches on the comic for which this image is a tentative cover.

(I say tentative but at this rate, I will probably not have time to obsessively draw three more near-identical versions. Which is probably for the best, as the circulation in my right arm is severely lacking.)

If you see this girl at the County Fair Building, ask her nicely for one and she will probably give it to you.

Otherwise I’ll probably put it all online at some point.

I went down to City Hall yesterday to watch democracy in action (thank god for activist judges in the face of activist intolerance). I was hardly the only one around with a camera. The real characters were the ones passing out bouquets, the guy with the trumpet playing a spritely little tune for every emerging new couple, and the many, many ministers for on-the-spot hire. I imagine the parade is still continuing today, though maybe with a little less SFPD protective detail.

Personally I’ve always been a proponent of everyone abandoning the antiquated system of marriage — not because I’m polyamorous, but because that’s the only way I think any sort of equality is really going to come to the whole monogamy-and-tax-breaks thing.

But all the pretty lesbians warmed my cold, cold heart… A little.

Every day I spend too much time looking at Craigslist postings for part-time jobs and writing gigs. Most are disappointing and predictable and non-profit-canvassing-related. But today I discovered the Hair Fairies.

We are the only full service head lice removal salon in LA, NY, SF and Chicago dedicated to safely and effectively removing these pesky parasites in a clean kid friendly environment.

The pay is real solid — $13/hour plus tips. But as much as I enjoyed summer camp as a kid (and not being stuck in the nurse’s office with a creepy white-haired lady smelling like my grandma’s fireplace picking through my head with a sharp plastic comb), I don’t think I’ll be applying.

Well, I’ve made it to the medium-big-ish time: Valleywag covered me covering social media kids covering themselves.

So hi potential new blog customers! Please direct all hate mail to my helpful assistant — I will be busy working overtime so I might scrape together enough alt-weekly journo wages for this fancy new iPhone thing I’ve been hearing so much about. I’m shooting for the cortex-enabled 2012 release.

Using my deductive reasoning and also this helpful government Web site, I’ve concluded that San Francisco is clearly next (but I’m not feeling much better about my former plan to defect to the East Bay…).

So would another 3.5er just knock books off shelves or would it sink the Marina? I know which one I’m crossing my fingers for.

I’d finally emerged from my apartment at the crack of 3:30 this afternoon and was making my way up the hill to get lunch when the man in front of me prattling on his cell phone dropped a small wad of dollar bills on the ground. I yelled for him to wait and returned the money. He seemed grateful as he continued his phone call but the man with the sunglasses who’d been walking behind me snorted you’re nice, and it sounded like the most sarcastic thing I’ve heard in weeks. After I’d gotten my food and was returning home, I stopped at a light on Jones and a little Vietnamese girl in a baby pink jacket with white trim pointed at me from across the street and started yelling in a high-pitched voice that I couldn’t understand. A plaid-shirt hipster walked by and sneezed. I said bless you and then I was hit by a car. Well not hit so much as tapped I guess. The little girl thought it was funny. Or at least I think she did.