In loving memory of Austin — hater of cats, king of New Orleans.

He once chucked a huge chunk of land
Now known as the Island of Man
Don’t call him “Mick,” fool!
The great Finn McCool
Whose grandson’s great-grandkid is Dan

Why have Lincoln on the VCR when you can have FDR on the VCR?

click to bigger please.

That’s all you’ve got to go on, “myth.”  It’s vague enough to be almost anything.  The myth that drinking Coca Cola and eating Pop Rocks will explode you?  The mythologizing of the Obamas?  Demythologizing the American jackalope?  The myth of global warming (if you’re into thinking like that)?  The myth that Bert and Ernie are gay?

And then there’s the regular stuff:  Greek, Egyptian, Mesoamerican, Oceanic, Chinese, Aboriginal, Vedic, etc.  Duh.

This is a comic about my friend Rich’s dog, Dante.

Late 80’s-early 90’s WWF, anybody?

I’m currently sans house pets. So I’m knitting one!

Lets face it. IATLVCR is exhausted. Burned out. Its been at work all day and doesn’t feel like it anymore (you know who you are). But after a long day at the quarry nothing makes us feel better than our furry friends, waiting for us just behind our front doors. Some would call them “scavengers” , “poop guns”, or “practice babies”, but most of us just call them PETS.

You can feel it already can’t you? Yup, thats your blood pressure returning to normal. Good spot! Good boy! Hey, now that all that stress is gone, maybe we can finally sit down and make ourselves some blog art. Something in the name of our animal compadres.

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THE ONE WHO THROWS ME A BONE