Monthly Archives: September 2011

I used to have a man purse. Somebody bought one for me a few years ago and I found myself strapping it on around town while I was in school. Once the cell phone and wallet got tossed in there … Continue reading →

AWESOME! Illustration from: here This drawing and many, many more are featured exclusively in The Calendar of Awesome. (Now available!) Read the first 20 pages of the calendar here.

I had a bad ice cream experience on Saturday. Leslie and I were walking home with a hankering for the cold and creamy so we popped into the local drug store and grabbed a carton of vanilla.  It looked good … Continue reading →

My office is open concept. We’ve got short walls between cubes so we can all hear each other’s conversations. Yes, everybody knows when grandpa’s in the hospital, dinner needs sour cream, or junior wet his pants at school. It can … Continue reading →

Mmmmmmm. When you’re looking for a good snooze in warm bedsheets or a cozy couch potato session on the couch, nothing’s quite as nice as scoring that warm spot where the family fuzzball was just powernapping. AWESOME! Photo from: here

It’s a different world. The back of the schoolbus is a strange seatbeltless land far away from teachers, parents, and watching eyes. Slide on the slippery vinyl seats, let your booger noses drip, and laugh out loud with your eight-year … Continue reading →

I was a movie junkie. Back one summer in high school my friends and I went to the mall a couple times a week to catch whatever teen comedy, sci-fi epic, or blow-em-up special Hollywood had just churned out. Mid-week … Continue reading →

Because now you’re motoring down the open road to AWESOME! Photo from: here

My sister is way cooler than me. Growing up, I was a thick-goggled nerd with solar system posters in my bedroom, Tetris blisters on my thumbs, and limited understanding of how to comb my hair. My sister Nina was two … Continue reading →

It’s a classic scene. Between innings at the ballgame the camera pans the crowd looking for screaming kids, sleeping babies, and superfans. When the 14-year-olds with the painted chests, Grandma with blue hair and thirty pins on her shirt, or … Continue reading →