The Irrationality Of Snoring

The Irrationality Of Snoring

Tweet Oh. Freak. No. h. Freak. No. These are the three words that roll through my head from time to time. They used to explode in my mind every night, but I have since moved rooms. I live on a hospital ship in west Africa and bunk with three other guys. My current bunkmate only snores occasionally, and if he does I can easily convince him not to by snapping  my fingers once or twice. Previously I lived with a guy that wouldn’t respond to me hitting the bed frame as hard as I could while shouting obscenities. That’s not an exaggeration. And boy could he snore. He snored so loudly that he vibrated the beds in the adjacent rooms. As much as misery may love company, I wouldn’t really wish that on anyone. And the fact of the matter is, that sleep...

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I’m so freaking lazy

I’m so freaking lazy

Tweet I have a few blog posts written that I haven’t had time to finish or illustrate. It takes a lot of effort to draw that much. So I thought I would just post to tell you that blogs happen, just not on accident. However, I do have a drawing to share. I made this last night. I have this weekly time I spend with some of the kids here where we sit in the cafe and draw until either their parents collect them or I fall asleep in my chair. Usually it leads to ridiculous drawings that have no real bearing on anything in life. Like giant monkey monsters crushing bridges and fighting farmers with alien shotguns. I should see if I have my TacocaT drawing that I did a few weeks ago… if I do I’ll post it. In any case, enjoy Ninja Cat vs. Space Robot. To...

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Blogs are Stupid

Blogs are Stupid

Tweet Generally speaking, I hate blogs. It’s not that there aren’t good blogs out there, because there certainly are. Take David Thorne as an example. It’s just that blogging leads to a lot of ridiculous and unnecessary garbage filling up the internet. Until Twitter rolled around, I considered it the height of narcissism. In a way, saying I hate blogs is kind of like saying I hate magazines or sun screen. It’s too broad of a stroke. Because while perhaps I hate celebrity-worship magazines and SPF 15 (when does THAT ever suffice?), hating the medium as a whole makes very little sense. It’s kind of like saying you hate floors when it’s misaligned tiles that frustrate you. Blogs can indeed be informative, or entertaining, but they’re also a bit...

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I Hope You Fail at Moving

I Hope You Fail at Moving

Tweet Rather, I want you to tell me how you managed to do it. Because I’m kind of stumped by the concept. I was catching up with Zoe Winters (who posted a guest blog by yours truly yesterday) a while back. The conversation consisted of the usual nonsensical banter. I asked where in the twitterverse she’d been, as she had been silent for a good while. On vacation and moving, she said. Without thinking, I responded that I hoped both were successful. In re-reading that sentence, something felt kind of weird. And then she called me out on it. “I don’t understand an unsuccessful move. How can you move unsuccessfully? Doesn’t seem like something you could fail at… it just lets me know how freakishly goal oriented we are in America...

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Love your Dang Mother

Love your Dang Mother

Tweet Seriously. You need to love your dang mother. And I mean it. Mine is really rad, and I love her a lot. The difficult part about living in Africa (save being so desperately far away from cheeseburgers) is that I haven’t seen my mom in a year. That sucks. I have two very important women in my life: my mom and my little sister. They live thousands of miles away from me. This makes it difficult to show them how much I love them, save through Gtalk and the occasional Facebook post. Sometimes we even manage to overcome the dreaded time difference barrier and make a phone call happen. Well, the other night I was laying up in bed thinking about my mom. She has parkinson’s disease and it’s kind of been weighing on me lately. I’m an out of...

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Tomb of the Relequim

Tomb of the Relequim

Tweet The second installment of the Vitalis Chronicels trilogy is coming. In fact, it’s currently being read by my select reading group. Who is this elite circle of wonder-people, you might be asking? They’re people who loved White Shores but weren’t afraid to give me harsh criticism on its first draft. People that helped make it better. Helped make me better. And now they’re making my second book better. This is just a teaser cover for the Kindle version. Marjolein is working on the real cover as we speak, and it’s going to be epic. And just to increase the level of tease, I’m going to include a part of chapter 13 in this post. Give me some grace, it’s the first draft after all. And it’s subject to change (though...

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Ebola is Hilarious (yes the disease)

Ebola is Hilarious (yes the disease)

Tweet In the right contexts, Ebola, like all things, is hilarious. In the wrong context, if you actually contract Ebola for example, it’s not funny at all. Thankfully for us, it’s a disease that you would find listed under the definition of “rare.” Unless you’re hanging out in the Congo, the odds of catching it are next to zero. Even if you are hanging out in the Congo, the odds are in the same neighborhood. Granted the odds of contracting its nasty cousin, Marburg’s Disease, are pretty good in comparison. But let’s not dwell on the unpleasant aspects of a disease that kills you in a matter of days. Let’s dwell on the silver lining. What silver lining you might ask? How could you take a disease that liquifies your...

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