Mailbox

Among those who know me I am regarded a great teller of stories. I tell fantastic stories about such entertaining times as when I found a chair on the street, and when I fell asleep unexpectedly. Their simple elegance reveals the self-evident truths of the universe. Here is such a story:

In my apartment building the buzzers and mailboxes don't correspond to the apartments, so everyone took to simply writing their names on the mailboxes, and now we get our mail. I wasn't the first to do this, but I was second, and mine have awesome animals. They also get knocked off periodically, because my particular box has the master lock the mail-gentleman (or lady) uses to give us all our mail at once, and I guess he's in a hurry sometimes and my label comes off.

So I switch my guy up, cause they get crumpled and why not go for variety?

This guy's gotten a little chewed up, see.

This guy's next in line maybe. By seniority at least...

Except this guy will actually get my business mail to me.

The Small Rain

I've been working on album covers for The Small Rain. One more to go... or wait, actually, I just got a text message that says he's changing the pictures on me. That's fine, I like going back and forth on these things. Click to make these bigger, by the way; I bet it'll blow your mind:

Looking for Jobs

I've been on the job hunt for a while now. I do a lot of things, wrong – I know that – but it's hard to shake some habits. It's been getting worse, in fact. A couple weeks ago I sent an application to Rockstar Games; they are (were?) looking for a junior designer, and I honestly don't think that's a stretch for me. Except when I sign my cover letter with a tyrannosaurus.



Today, after an hour of "fixing" this form from the American Museum of Natural History (also not a stretch, deep down I'm really awesome at a lot of things), I realized I was doing it again. It took me an hour to realize that. Part of me will never take looking for jobs seriously, I guess. Sweet header, though, right? That's a Funkhouser Original.



Man... I hate my language in these things. It sounds so unlike me.

The Bear in the Woods

A year and a half ago I invented a card game where you are a medieval peasant hunting bears (as if that made sense). Half a year ago I thought I'd make the cards for it, but now I'm actually getting on that.

Life Is Lies: Visual Score

This comes in two parts; the second one is for later, although yes, the punchline is pretty much all in the first strip. (although no, because the second one has a different joke, right?).

Stamps

I've been working on imprint stamps lately. I made one for myself to use on my work. In fact, I think everyone should, so I've been soliciting them. No... wait... wrong word... I'm looking for the opposite of solicit. ... Doesn't matter. I made up a word this morning (the honorific suffix schli), I'm not about to push my luck and go for two.

Index Press

hard at work, minor changes here and there

I'm much better at cutting drafts for prints than I ever was at doing the same for papers in college (although I suppose you don't cut papers)

if you order anything from me it'll have that on it somewhere

Life is Lies: Badass

I like having something to remind me I need to post things more often. This time I actually caught it day-of, but anyway.


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