The Excitement

Colonel Vekkers is infamous on the circuit. While he's a talented driver, his name largely conjures up images of skulldugery and no-goodnik loopholes. While I've never personally raced against him, I've watched old celluloid of his goons running other drivers off the road and I fully intend to steer clear of that crowd should I stumble upon them. I heard that they've got a taste for cognac and the keep things rusty on purpose.

Maevey

I haven't posted anything here in a long time, though little things keep occuring at a delightful rate. One of them is this little astronaut, who fell into my life from another dimension. Communication can only get better, but from what I can piece together, she is happy to be here. Her home planet is deeper into the fabric of the universe than ours, so she's actually made of concentrated magicalness. Right now, she's metabolizing that nucleus into personality and capacity for action.. look out world!

Wow. So it's been a really long time since I've posted anything to you, lovely and forlorn little things blog. I have still been making little things, and lots of them, but it's just so hard to get them onto the internet. I promise to post something to you soon, dear blog.

In other news, the most exciting little thing of all is nearly here.

Handler

Sometimes at work, or out in life, I feel like a dog that's inside a carrier and doesn't know where it's headed. But after I drew this carrier, a mysterious entity materialized behind it. At first I didn't know what to make of it... menacing? From another dimension? A cochina that lost its way? Then I realized that this is the Handler. When our carriers are shuttling across the sea of coincidence, being held in quarantine at circumstance, slipping open in serendipity, the Handler is looking on and gently stopping anything from crushing us. It is back there, accompanied by a distant tinkling of bells, expanding and contracting, padding felt hands to nudge us this way and that. The Handler has no motivation and no agenda, but will make sure that we get where we're going and will always be successful no matter what. I'm thankful for that.

Cast of characters

You might be able to see it yet, but we've got a hit show on our hands. Our favorite band is at it again. No Plan Man decides to open up a drug store and looks to Old Bone Man for sagely, if incomprehensible and anachronistic advice. Tinny Cannerton fetches water, helps the patrons and generally gets hilariously burried under mountains of toppling inventory. As for that outlandish scamp Cactalito, that's just for the winds and stones to know.

Happenstance Conversation

You never know quite who you'll meet these days. Sometimes, you could bump into someone who seems a lot like you and they're orthagonal in a way. Othertimes you'll have the eerie but comforting feeling that the person you meet is a bizarro version of you from some other part of the overall diagram. I suppose that's the upshot: who's to say that you're you and I'm me when we've both got wings and places to be? It's a beautiful thing.

Daedalus Lilly

Was Daedalus Lilly built or was it already there? How is the glimmer of an idea tied to the light and the water of the reflection? Complications simplify and twists straighten. Sometimes, uncertainties are the only thing you can rely on... and so Daedalus Lilly multiplies itself into nothing.

Magikal Beast

I don't know much about this particular beast, except that he is ancient, magikal and highly ellusive. He leaves a trail of powdered sugar, knows the secrets of the trees and only eats flowers made of light. While most people have trouble even catching a glimpse or feeling his downy coat, there is a legend that there was once a beautiful girl that managed to wear him as cloak, giving her the power to make awesome mix CDs.

Pit Weasel

I'll bet you didn't know that we've been able to produce genetically engineered personal hygenie pets for years. Yes, available in Ocean Fresh, Ideal Pine and Musque Classique, pit weasels have been freshening underams and warming hearts in Europe for since the Carter administration. And yes, anachronistic import laws and the powerful white crust lobby have kept these bracing critters out of our borders and medicine chests for no good reason.

Thurday, 3:15pm.

Hammershammer & Co is a pretty buttoned-down office. The coffee is sour, the cubicles are tawny, and everyone plays their part to make sure the work is worky. But that doesn't mean they don't like to have fun once in awhile. As soon as Planet Rock starts blasting out of the anachronistic transistor radio, Darrel from shipping becomes uncharacteristically confident, with gusto and agility. Regina's airy yet sure undulations complete the scene and for a moment there's nothing but movement and you and me and now. Everyone feels proud to work at Hammershammer.

Just a dash will do

The thing about biggener's remarkable powder is that you never really know just how much to use. It's like drying your pants on high just to shrink them- they might fit better, but you might be showing a little more sock than you'd like. Only with biggener's powder, it could mean increasing your puffalo food budget by an order of magnitude.

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Have you ever noticed that if you find a thing's eyes, everything is alive? Little monsters, unfinished stories, and people you've never met are all around you. Just look. Two Flavors! Bold Crunch!

El Rey

Sure, the political intrigues of tiny birds don't usually impact the world of corporate mergers, nuclear threats and international relations, but what about the finer things? What about Grace? What about Panache? If you're ever looking for a role model for a more civilized time, might I suggest His Majesty.

Summer in the city

Here's a rare picture of me at the height of the hexagon rollin' craze. I spent a lot of time with the crew, tricking out our hexagons with new feet, racing and eating flan on the street. This photo actually inspired the number one summer jam: "Girl, come and take a ride inside my hexagon." I never got too carried away with the lifestyle though: it's a candy pipe and the tophat was just a rental.

Wonder Juan
If you see a pair britches peeking out from under a blue spruce, it could be Wonderful Juan. A round and sneaky elbow dipping in and out of a waterfall? Him for sure. Though he's never been captured in his full grace, I've managed to piece this magnificient character together. I saw each letter of his flank as he sauntered into a matinee with his characteristic ease. Respect, just a little bit.

Lunch Launch
Lunch launch is all the rage- flown out in person, each launcher is a volunteer flying enthusiast and gourmand. They'll get you a soyrizo and blood orange ginger sandwich with a side of sweet yams in 15 minutes or less, even if you work on the 67th floor. There's talk of Zepplins for larger fare, but for the time being, each parchment bag and signature pink bento is delivered by hand with the utmost attention to detail. Don't forget to tip.

Party Patrol

Party Patrol is serious stuff. That's why the ring-tailed lemur is the offical mascot of Party Patrol.

Dick & Jane 10

Dick and Jane are an ultimate frisbee tournament. They are 10. They work at an office in a distopian alternate reality, but they're also the drumer and bassist for a band that's actually a front for the resistance movement. Even though they sip on tepid, sour coffee and make dittos all day, the look in their eyes tells us they know something that we don't; something that's going to change the rules for good.

Someday do scrapbooks

I found this little yellow folded up to-do list on my way home. Some stuff (like "get stool sample") is checked off, and some isn't. Some of the entries have question marks at the end and my favorite doesn't know if it will ever get done. Hope. Scrapbooks. Someday.

Feel on track

Sometimes you get lost in a sea of notes and aspirations. Sometimes your goals seem disparate and problems loom in a united front. Just follow your antennae and you heart and you'll be sure to feel on track.

You're a ten

No matter who someone is, you've got to give them a chance and treat them like the best. I don't care if you're a monkey wearing lederhosen or a big, mean oni; you're a ten.

Red Knight

Red Knight isn't as cute as most little things. He's not even really that little. Usually riding some incredible beast, Red Knight has been captured here in a rare introspective moment. He's got some posh mystical armtor that protects him from harm and keeps him toasty on long beastflights. He takes himself very seriously. He's majestic, he's ancient, he's made from a Red Triangle.

Thing from the Future

What does it do? What's it for? Is it dangerous? Can we harness its technology to ameliorate the ills of modern society, or does our infatuation with its mystique mean we're destined to repeat the same mistakes that its masters did? One thing is sure: it's going in more than one direction.

Roommate Search

When I first moved to San Francisco, I had a hard time finding an apartment. I met with some friendly people on Stanyan who had plants and cats. I was sure that I was in... but I wasn't.

Goodie Bag

Who doesn't like to get a bag full of goodies from time to time? It's enough to make me wear a sporty blouse.