Some of you may remember this from my DeviantArt Gallery. I decided the comic was ready now, but I really didn’t like the way the original turned out, so I redrew the thing. (Yes, Diddley originally belonged to Midnight’s Mom)[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
My chef in school used to tell us to treat plates like a crime scene; Don’t leave any fingerprints or DNA evidence.
Hairnets suck. When I created Midnight, and made her a sadist, it wasn’t anything against waitresses in general. At the time I was working at camp (no waitresses there) and in school I had done some front-of-house stuff, so I[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Ayup. I believe we’ve all had days like that.  For instance, I need to go to work in an hour, and I know that it is both a normally busy night, and that there’s a Canucks game on. AND they redid the[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Hey, more about me! I’m interesting! Sometimes stories are hard to tell with cats. Even asinine stories about how being surrounded by misshaven men makes me feel a little less alone…
It’s spelled “Foie Gras” It’s the liver of a duck or goose that’s been force fed with grain. I’ve never had it, but it’s supposed to be amazing.
Taxonomy is one of my favorite things. I’m sorry if I alienated people with this comic. Also, if you’re afraid of spiders, don’t go here…
Szechuan-style Irish Lamb Stew? Really?
I’ve been reading too much Bear and Tiger.
Do not click this link. You will be exposed to great pain. Or nostalgia. The first two panels of this comic happened at work recently. Except we all foolishly let him keep his iPod.
