Category Archives: why artists need math

canine sherman’s glorious brown

gotta love them stockings… mo shepherd shermans here and here…

tiddlywinks

this year there’s a debate that cooking has supplanted knitting as the “new yoga.”

but most of this cooking stuff is really about High Chefery. we have Chefs with Designer Footwear, Chefs Undercover (writing “tales from the trade” novelettes, with titles such as “Under Hot Water,” “Hung High and Dry Like a Cold Cut,” “Kept [...]

mo’ canine sherman centerfolds

After one knee surgery, two months crate rest, and a gabillion bones courtesy of Slankers, Canine Sherman rises again…

sunset on the hood

today’s agenda is to cover everything with chocolate. we’ve got: candied tangerine peels (after eating the inside of a tangerine from Westfield Farms the immediate thought is what to do with the outside), candied ginger (ok, i bought those), bananas (which we’ll freeze and eat as if we’re on Catalina Island), coffee beans (no duh), [...]

why i love stripey socks

a long time ago a fashion-senseless lady advised a friend of mine that wearing stripes as a “wide” girl would only accentuate her wideness. instead of telling her that fashion is how you carry it, not how it carries you, she relegated my friend to the “dark coffin of low self-esteem,” full of oversized & [...]

soft landing on the moon

oy! who moved my cheese?

a study in paw

one potato two potato three potato four…

lets try this at home

information graphics at its finest. spiking when it really counts. now that’s a lot of “watering the garden” up there.

courtesy of patspapers

true squares

if the tip of the nose lines up with the edge of the paws, the result must be two right angles.

picasso redux

it’s not an image of Jesus on my soap but i’ll take it.

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