Monthly Archives: June 2013

Angry Hammy

oh130630Duct tape will fix anything.

Whether it needs fixing or not.


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Pasta Banana Campers!

oh130629The chubby kid may be Karl from my Odd Squad middle grade illustrated novel series. Ch20-7final

I’ll have to check and get back to you.

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The Kind You Don’t Take Home To Mutha

oh130628Yes, chaise longue is spelled correctly. It’s the original French phrase for “long chair.” The English version is chaise lounge.

And yes, snails are hermaphrodites. Which makes Verne and his snail friend a very strange threesome.

Super freaky!

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RJ Discovers He’s a Minority of One

oh130627Actually, RJ is mistaken. The comments over at gocomics suggest that quite a few gays read OTH.  Although, that number may dwindle now that RJ has carelessly stereotyped all gays as disgusted by Lucky Charms mixed with mayonnaise and salsa.

If you’re gay and fan of spicy sugar sweetened cereal with mayo I sincerely apologize for RJ’s thoughtless comments.



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RJ and Verne Define Their Relationship

oh130626Lucky timing this week with our gay themed storyline coinciding with The Supreme Court striking down The Defense of Marriage Act.

Sometimes the best plan is no plan at all.


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High Midnight in the Texas Senate: A First Person Account

A friend of mine was at the Texas State Capital last evening and sent me his first person account of the aftermath of Senator Wendy Davis’ filibuster of Senate Bill 5 severely limiting abortion rights in Texas as the Republican majority attempted to pass the bill before the midnight deadline.

Every species of of the genus human had been packed together by the hundreds, then the thousands, in the hallways outside the Chamber for hours, until the air was thick with Texas sweat. For a time, people sat, then it became too crowded. The circus was multi-dimensional, with cheerleaders leaning out from the upper balconies to whip comrades below into a frenzy. A young man with glistening dark skin pulled off his “Rick Perry Sucks” shirt and waved it at the crowd, inciting the bulls and energizing the metal-studded emissaries of the Socialist Workers. More and more and more state troopers arrived. 

 Word leaked from inside the Senate chamber that a little old lady had been arrested for refusing to give up her seat when the lt. gov. ordered the galleries cleared, but in pauses between chants, the crowd could sometimes hear defiance still shouted from those same galleries inside the now-locked-down Chamber. A small knot of leaders urged patience and relative calm, over-riding the occasional call to storm the barricades from young back-benchers. Then, at something like 11:45 p.m.,  Democratic senators texted aides to Cecile Richards and the state party chair, who we were standing next to us, that the Repubs were forcing a vote. Passions were high because the Pharisees had just rammed through bogus points of order that ended the Wendy Davis filibuster on the flimsiest of pretexts. From inside the chamber someone asked supporters to turn up the noise, to be so loud that it would make it hard to vote — and the roar became a deafening howl that rose to an impossible pitch, then rose again, louder and still louder, echoing off the walls of the rotunda from four stories of packed partisans. I believe Orwell or Hemingway would have translated it as “No se pasaran [They shall  not pass],” though it’s possible that not everyone there was ruminating on the vagaries of the Spanish Civil War. 

In front of me, my daughter and her friend, shook fists in the air and chanted, “Whose house? OUR house.” Directly behind us, hung an oil painting of Ann Richards. Then the vote came down, two minutes after the session legally ended at midnight, and those less informed of parliamentary procedure were introduced to the power of the chair. But even now the argument continued, since among the woes of the modern age are computer date stamps on electronic voting machines, which marked the bill passed as of the next day, mocking the lt. governor’s physical stopping the clock and his ruling that the bill had made the deadline. “Hell no, we won’t go,” chanted the crowd. The Senate argued on. A chief protagonist for the bill, an aspiring Jesse Helms in the making, complained loudly that it was unfair to have to conduct business “with so much ruckus.” And back against the wall, the image of Ann Richards smiled, ever so faintly. 

Senate Bill 5 was indeed rendered moot when it was discovered the time stamp for passage read 12:02 AM.

It was not pretty and it was not decorous.

It was wonderful.


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Just Friends

oh130625I think RJ and Verne’s lack of certain anatomical features makes the question of their sexual orientation moot.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.



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