I work at a comic book studio, for real.  This is an older strip, but it’s still not a bad intro to my studiomates.

Part One of Two:  I get horrendous migraines, just awful ones, and don’t think very well during them.  (Some would argue that I don’t think all that well at any time.  Probably I should make a category on here for Poor Impulse Control comics.)

Lights really bother me during a headache, so it was so nice to find a cool dark place at work.

I have no idea anymore why I thought that a stranger hearing me pee in the dark was like THE WORST FAUX PAS EVER when actually, talking to a stranger in the bathroom WHILE YOU ARE PEEING, unless you are asking for toilet paper, is creepier.  Then I came back and told the studiomates what I did, hoping for sympathy, but you should never ask for sympathy from cartoonists.  I’m blaming this all on the migraine when the reality is probably that my first grade teacher was RIGHT and I am socially retarded.

Learn from my mistakes, that is all I ask of you.

This was totally fun!  I got to draw dogs for Dove Lewis Animal Hospital, the emergency vet hospital here.  Not only were we treated wonderfully by them, but the place was great- since this is Portland, it was a brewpub that dogs can come to.  My studiomate, Natalie Nourigat, is featured here but you should go look at her great comic here: http://natalienourigat.com/.  It was an all girl artist fest.  Another studiomate, Cat Farris, and a friend of the studio, Joelle Jones, were also there cranking out dog sketches.

Also the lovely SJ of  I, Asshole showed up and I got to meet her and babble incoherently while trying to draw dogs who only wanted to show me their butts.  Someday I hope to make a better impression on her.