The Real World: Nerdville

Here are some "based on true events" cartoons.  

This one is about Skype.  My sister lives in Thailand (and I miss her like NUTS), and as great as Skype is, I wish it were MORE magical.  A blessing and a tease. 

October 23, 2010:

"Yesterday, as I was bike couriering (part-time job!), I accidentally stumbled a few too many blocks east and ended up experiencing a little bit of East Hastings. This is what it looks like but for many more blocks."

Then I was back in Edmonton in November 2010 for almost two weeks shooting a (low budget) TV pilot for a sketch show.  It was exciting!  However, also not exciting much of the time.  This was the Wednesday of shooting for me:

In November I was working as a bike courier in Vancouver which I thought was going to be amazing.  I did it all summer part-time in Edmonton and I loved it.  But then it snowed and rained.  One day in particular it snowed A LOT.  And I decided that I was a fair-weather cyclist.  This cartoon contributed to my getting "let go".  Long story short: Don't call in sick after a treacherous day on the road or befriend your co-workers on FB.

During Christmas, in an attempt to ward off the holiday bulge, I went swimming.  This is what happened:

Good thing the pool wasn't very busy that day. This is my LIFE!

I spent a lot of time with pets the last festive season. I realized a few things; a) that I am not going to have a pet anytime soon, b) that I will probably just have children (which are generally hypoallergenic). THIS IS IN NO WAY SUPPOSED TO OFFEND ANYONE WITH PETS. it's funny. right?

This is my Ode to Roommates.  And generally all the good people in my life.  When there's a lot going on in life (and even when there's not!), it's wonderful to have people to experience it all with.  From doing stand up for the first time, to high fiving!

And finally, the last chapter of the Elephant Chronicles.  Ok, this isn't a "true story" exactly, but we ARE moving and we DO despise them and craigslist DOES exist.  Look out for this add and don't answer it.  Unless you happen to be an ivory dealer...