winter pickle.

winter pickle is disgusted with winter.

the groundhog promised him an early spring,

but that groundhog (filthy, hole-dwelling beast) LIED.

the extended winter & icy conditions have forced winter pickle into donning an additional scarf. he is contemplating long underwear. have you ever seen a pickle in long underwear? it’s a truly pitiful sight.winter_pickle_cartoon

goblins, quests, and my gentleman.

You may have seen his photo on here before.

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html_codingHe also founded/contributes to/works on this:

rotary house experimental – it’s his awesomely creative publishing house.

you should investigate.

This clever & handsome gentleman and I officially met at work, but it wasn’t until a work happy hour that we actually spoke to one another. We didn’t start speaking regularly until one day soon after, a group of us were walking to lunch and Matt noticed I was purposely avoiding walking on the storm drains.

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{Matt didn’t yet realize it, but it was only a matter of time until he succumbed to my charm. and overactive imagination}

Several weeks later, Matt had lunch with a friendly squirrel named Jerry. Jerry is oh-so-much more than just a squirrel – he is in charge of protecting the portal which leads from our world into the squirrel kingdom.

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Obviously, Jerry guards the portal for a reason – and over the next couple months, the truth came out. Our worlds are on the brink of an enormous goblin/squirrel war, and Matt and I had been recruited to help.

First, however, in order to make sure we were worthy of entering the portal and joining the squirrels in their fight, we had to complete quests of Jerry’s choosing. Jerry would meet with Matt, and pass along important quest details: maps, locations, objects to find. The two of us would then traipse off, clutching our maps and lists, off to find and defeat goblins.

Once, as we were trying to collect goblin currency, we were attacked: Matt brained a goblin* with a rock and I stabbed it with a tree branch.

{*Matt would visit the pre-determined location beforehand and plant paper goblins in bushes or trees, then be ‘surprised’ when we discovered them hours later. He’ll never admit to it, though : ) }

goblin_drawingOur outings were serious adventures.

On our first actual date, we drove around for hours on a warm summer night. Matt’s plan was to get lost, and get lost we did. We had a lovely time – peering out the car windows into creeks we drove past, looking for frogs with a flashlight; stopping at an old horse farm to investigate their hollow pillars and horse statue; finding old dirt roads to drive on under the moon. It was fun and silly and romantic.

I started writing this post about a month ago, and the original ending was this:

The rest – well, the rest leads us to today, several days past our seven month anniversary, and we are┬ácompletely, enormously, head-over-heels happy.

that’s not the end of the story.

on the very day I started writing this post, January 21st, Matt and I had a date night.

A very special date night.

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saturday swine.

Our little saturday swine is of a pig species known as lux bulbus porcus or, more commonly, lightbulb pig.

saturday_swineIt’s rather easy to see where this name was derived. Notice, if you rotate the swine counterclockwise, his resemblance to the ordinary household lightbulb.

saturday_swine_lightbulb_cartoonyou learn something new everyday.

winter pickle.

winter pickle is miserable with this burst of frigid weather. he’s been so cold, he’s had to bundle up heavily, taking off his earmuffs and replacing them with a woolen hat, wearing boots, trying to fit mittens onto his little hands.

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poor thing. what’s a pickle to do?

an emphatic t.g.i.f.

It’s been QUITE a long week.

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We hope you escaped unscathed. It’s time for a drink.

(This was supposed to be a self-portrait, but something went terribly wrong)

saturday.

The Saturday swine will not be appearing on the blog today, as he is away on a mission. He snuck out in the dead of night, so we’ve no idea where he is or what he is doing. He is so secretive, that swine.

Instead, for today’s post, I invite you all to enjoy this drawing I made of DANI:

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Why did the fox cross the road?

To get to the chicken.

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happy saturday!

saturday swine.

the saturday swine decided, as his first act of 2013, to make himself more famous.

he marched himself downstairs to the row of mailboxes just inside the front door, and there posted the first (of many, i’m sure) photos of himself.

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watch out, baltimore, the swine is a’comin – and no place is sacred. his little hooves will trot all over the city, and you’ll see his snout in the most surprising places.