Monthly Archives: August 2012


Today’s one-sheet includes a big ol’ shout-out to Greg, the Gritty Gorg. I know that he’s a hell of a commentator on political happenings in this lovable if misguided land (and our lovable if misguided neighbours to the south), and I don’t doubt for a second that he’d make a hell of a statesman if he so desired. When he’s not talking shop about politics, he’s about wit and food and scotch and cigars, and reminds me more than a little of ol’ Winnie from time to time.

I know there’s more snark than usual in this post, but seriously. It bums me out when lazy people bring up Churchill as justification. Call Churchill fat, or unhealthy, or an alcoholic, or any number of other things, but lazy and apathetic he was not.

Paddle your own canoe, guys and gals.


On Working

I’m rarely the kind of person who suffers anxiety, but being out of work for a little while was awfully stressful.

Fortunately, things are looking up. I’m working again. I’ll be working a variety of jobs, keeping busy, keeping variety in my work life. Eventually, I’ll want something 9-5, something full time, some single thing that’s really, really stable. But that’s not me, not right now. And it took a while to realize that.

It sucks to be anxious about money, and I’m glad that that’s coming to an end (at least to the degree I have been lately). I want to be able to devote more emotional energy to the things that really matter.

Know what one of the great benefits of one of my jobs is? Time. It’s intermittently busy and very, very mellow. Time to write, time to draw. I should be able to get two or three of these one-sheets up a week, with buffer to spare, just by virtue of the fact that I’ll be working regularly.

And, the best part? I’ll be able to afford a bazillion new pens. Awesome.

What do you like about your job? What fringe benefits are you finding?

Paddle your own canoe, folks.


Yellow Computer


It’s funny. I started reading way early — like, before the age of four — and I had parents who always read to me and read and Mom wrote all the time and my teachers were incredibly supportive of my writing, but for whatever reason, that dumb yellow computer still sticks in my mind as something that really stands out in my development as a writer.

It was freedom. The freedom to write, the implicit suggestion to edit that comes with word processing, the ability to share stories with friends on floppy disks and give feedback.. I lost track of how many floppies circulated in high school with various stories and comments threads. It was like an online writer’s circle before doing that kind of thing on the internet was really a thing.

Thanks, Jerry.

Miss you.

Paddle your own canoe, guys and girls.


One-Sheet: Every Runner Knows This Moment

Every runner also knows the terrifying moment 5km from your house that you realize you really should have pooped before you left.

Today’s one-sheet shout-out is to someone who was so enthusiastic about my first one-sheet (the one with Captain Picard in his ambassador’s jacket) that I just had to feature her. Head on over to follow Peady on Twitter and you will find one of the most exuberant, supportive tweeps out there. She’s a COO and mom, digs TNG, and her Twitter avatar is a lovely, classy-looking glass of wine, which makes her just awesome in my mind. Thanks for the support and your happy tweets!

Paddle your own canoe, guys and gals.