let's play tristan and isolde but make sure i see white sails

i'm going to see of montreal tonight! yay.

now i have to go draw a comic about an exchange i had with a cat while i was riding my bike and singing an animal collective song. i've been putting it off because i am terrible at drawing bicycles. i can never seem to remember how the different parts are connected to each other and what angles they connect at. i can draw a lot of other things, but i guess i am better at drawing things that are more organic than bicycles. so wish me luck.

at work the other night, a guy came in and said "hey, do you have any tinfoil?"
"no, sorry," i said. "what do you need it for?"
"don't worry about it. do you know where i can get some?"
"what? seriously, come on, what's it for?"
"um, well, we have a hookah . . . and you know, for the coals . . ."
"you have a hookah in the library?"
"oh, um, no, outside."
"try hotung. i think they have tinfoil."

i hope he finally found some.

right now i am writing this in the radio station, and it's the metal show (headbangers ball), and i love how excited this lady gets about her metal. it's one of the cutest things i've ever seen.