After bushwacking through a gargantuan jungle of html, I have finally emerged here on this thin digital pier to break the champagne bottle on the doomed launch of the USS Buy My Shit — that is, the Playhouse’s new storefront! Yeah, I’ve put up a few pages of my original art for people to buy. There are no Monsters pages up yet — but they’re coming, as are prints, I assure you.

Please let me know if there’s any problems, or anything is hard to understand, or if you’d like to buy something that isn’t listed (like one of the many doodles I’ve peppered this site with). For I truly serve to live you.

Things up in the frozen north as of late — they’ve been proper nice, to be honest. The cartoon kids are back from vacation, the tomato plants aren’t completely dead, and I even rode my bike the other day, before the snow came back. Nevertheless, soon it will be adieu to all the calm, short and languorous Vermont days, as In February I pack my bag, clean out the back of the Red House living room, and beeble on down to the rancorous jaws of New York, where I’ll probably spend the rest of the winter lettering Monsters in French and rooting through the Strand’s outdoor shelves for books to sell on half.com. It’ll be quite a change for this country mouse, but I suppose, considering the amount of smack I’ve talked about the Big Apple in the past, no one can accuse me of setting my expectations too high! Aw, I’ll have a grand time, I’m sure. Maybe while riding my bike down some icy Park Slope street I’ll get doored by Sarah Jessica Parker’s SUV and I’ll be able to sue my way into a retirement fund! In the big city, you gotta dream big.