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So... I take it Wesslingsaung has been discontinued?

I love you so much for reading Wesslingsaung Mr. Jamesalexanderdickerson let me hug you

Short answer: Yeah, Wesslingsaung is over =(

I uploaded the end of Book 2. You can read it

here

here

here— ANYWHERE!

I have some copies leftover if anyone wants one. There’s a guy who comes to Zine Fest every year and buys a Wesslingsaung, and he made it up to Chapter 4, so I’m going to print Chapter 5 for him.

Long answer:

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YOU STUPID FOX!!!

YOU STUPID FOX!!!

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the next person who asks me whether something they’re wearing is cute is going to hear me say in a grave voice, “the clothes are too strong…”

Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries Page 12

the next person who asks me whether something they’re wearing is cute is going to hear me say in a grave voice, “the clothes are too strong…”

A World Without Banks?!

This is a piece I did for the Booth Magazine Capital Ideas. You can read it not-tiny here. It’s a pretty cool idea— if banks are so problematic, why not just get rid of them. 

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I got leftover Boswell Melodies from zine fest if anyone wants them hit me up

Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries Page 11

I got leftover Boswell Melodies from zine fest if anyone wants them hit me up

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guys this is actually how I think drugs work

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guys this is actually how I think drugs work

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It’s funny that I’ve created this character whose magic-realism ability is dressing up as other people, because I’m just such an idiot about my own dress. I went to the MODA fashion show yesterday and, despite multiple, explicit warnings from my date (my increasingly intoxicated Leftenant Best-Friend Bradford) I was surprised to see how dressed-up everyone was. It was high heels and suits and dresses— there was a guy with bifocals and a girl with thick glasses and no lenses.
I looked down at myself in the reflection of a window— a bright pink hat (fuck gender norms), hipster glasses, an inside-out sweatshirt (ちょう構わない) covering up a stenciled, ripped T-shirt, skinny jeans, and, looking down now, the pièce de résistance, two absolutely soaked tennis shoes (my knees hurt!) and I realized that I was without competition the most underdressed person in the train station. In the words of Brad Neely, “I looked down… and I had the body of a heavy reader…”
In some ways it’s pretty くやしい because I look spiffy in a suit and I so rarely have an excuse to wear it, but I think I made the mistake because my clothes are so much a part of me. I’ve worked hard to make them as comfortable— more comfortable— than my skin. I wish I was the kind of person who could wear suits or dresses or costumes after Halloween, but I’m just so meek and mild.
I guess when Maude takes peoples personalities by wearing their clothes it’s because I believe that every piece of fabric was put there for a reason, and it isn’t too much of a leap to reverse engineer the explanation. 

Life is Just a Bowl of Cherries page 8!!

It’s funny that I’ve created this character whose magic-realism ability is dressing up as other people, because I’m just such an idiot about my own dress. I went to the MODA fashion show yesterday and, despite multiple, explicit warnings from my date (my increasingly intoxicated Leftenant Best-Friend Bradford) I was surprised to see how dressed-up everyone was. It was high heels and suits and dresses— there was a guy with bifocals and a girl with thick glasses and no lenses.

I looked down at myself in the reflection of a window— a bright pink hat (fuck gender norms), hipster glasses, an inside-out sweatshirt (ちょう構わない) covering up a stenciled, ripped T-shirt, skinny jeans, and, looking down now, the pièce de résistance, two absolutely soaked tennis shoes (my knees hurt!) and I realized that I was without competition the most underdressed person in the train station. In the words of Brad Neely, “I looked down… and I had the body of a heavy reader…”

In some ways it’s pretty くやしい because I look spiffy in a suit and I so rarely have an excuse to wear it, but I think I made the mistake because my clothes are so much a part of me. I’ve worked hard to make them as comfortable— more comfortable— than my skin. I wish I was the kind of person who could wear suits or dresses or costumes after Halloween, but I’m just so meek and mild.

I guess when Maude takes peoples personalities by wearing their clothes it’s because I believe that every piece of fabric was put there for a reason, and it isn’t too much of a leap to reverse engineer the explanation. 

My adaptation of Alice in Wonderland has some striking plagiarism visual influences…

I always felt it was unfair that Link wakes up when everyone else vanishes. Would he still have the strength to swing his sword if his life was also at stake?

Maude your dressing room is a mess.

Maude your dressing room is a mess.