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Barack with Batman
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Lock the gates.
Are we doing this?
All right everybody, let’s do this.
How are you, what the fuckbuddies?
Pow. Just coffee dot co-op.
Shit my pants.
My cats did something yesterday.
Today on the show, a comic I was mean to.
Where did you grow up, man?
Really? I did that? Sorry I was a jerk to you.
Are we good? You feel good about it?
That was a comic I was mean to but now I was nice with.
I’ll be at some place doing comedy.
Here’s a little snipit from an illustration I did for a child literacy program. If you’re a hardcore Nathan Fillion fan you might have heard of them. http://www.kidsneedtoread.org/
The match to a commission I did. Here’s the other one.
This is the second 1000 words to my all-ages time travel novella that is currently seeking funding for on Kickstarter.
As she took her seat for her first class, the words of disapproval from her parents still echoed in Kathryn’s ears. Not only were her mother and father not happy with their unexpected and somewhat loud awakening, but they didn’t exactly give her time travel announcement the endorsement she had hoped for. Kathryn was especially disappointed in a few of the words her father had used. “Doesn’t sound like a real experiment to me, Honey,” seemed to deflate at least half of the excitement she had started with. The bus ride to school had given Kathryn the chance to consider her parents’ concerns. And the short distance between her house and the house of her best friend, Holly, was all the time Kathryn needed to determine that her parents just didn’t grasp the seriousness of her experiment. This was not just some silly decision made by an immature child. They had received her news the way parents respond to their four-year-old declaring he wants to be an astronaut when he grows up. Only with perhaps a slightly even more dismissive tone than that statement would receive from a parent.
On the morning’s bus ride to school, Kathryn had debated whether or not to tell Holly her plan. After her parents’ disappointing reaction, she decided to wait until further thought could be put into exactly how and when to tell anyone else. And she certainly didn’t want anyone in class finding out. She had heard and somewhat feared the rumors of the planned experiment by last year’s first place winner, Bethany Brooks. Holly had heard from Matt Maybury that Bethany was planning to propose an experiment that would harness the power of the ocean’s tide in a way that could provide enough electricity for a fourth of the country. Normally such second-hand information from a fellow sixth grader would be as unreliable as it sounds, but coming from Matt, it had to be true. Matt Maybury did not lie. He had been home-schooled until last year and Kathryn had never met such a well-behaved, trustworthy kid in all her life.
As Kathryn’s class began, she couldn’t help but smile. Harnessing tides might sound impressive, but there was no way it would top what she had in store for the science fair.
“Are you ready for science today?” Holly asked from behind Kathryn’s desk.
“Absolutely,” Kathryn said. But in her mind she realized the flaw in her certainty. There was still a rather large hurdle to clear before she would even have the chance to use the time travel announcement as her experiment.
“You finally picked an experiment and wrote your paper?” Holly whispered.
“Not yet. I wa—”
“All right, class,” the teacher said from the front of the room. Kathryn was relieved to be interrupted by her teacher before she could explain her plan. She still wasn’t ready to explain it again, not even to Holly. “Time to get started. Turn your textbooks to chapter six,” their teacher almost yelled to be heard over the students’ chatter.
“I’m waiting for lunch,” Kathryn whispered after the teacher turned her back to the class.
“Whatever you come up with, I know it will be better than Bethany’s ocean thing,” Holly said. Kathryn smiled again, happy to know that no matter what, she would always have at least one supporter for her unique experiment.
Later that day in the lunchroom, Kathryn prepared for her quickly approaching science class. She sat in solitude away from her normal table in order to write the proposal for her experiment in secret. She checked her antique watch to see how much time was left to write her paper. Mrs. Chambers, her science teacher, required each student to write a one-page proposal for the experiment he or she wished to enter into the fair. The peanut butter sandwich her mother had made for her remained untouched in its brown paper bag. “There would be time for food later,” she thought. There would be time for everything someday. She paused from writing and began to dream of what creating time travel would really mean for her. How long would it take to build her time machine? What resources would she need to uncover the mystery of traveling through the time-stream? She decided against getting bogged down with too many questions this early on in the process. It might take her the rest of her life, but she would do it. She decided there, in her loud lunchroom, that she would have to surround herself with the people and resources she would someday need. But first she had to find a way to articulate her dream in just a couple of paragraphs that would hopefully be more impressive to Mrs. Chambers than the explanation to her parents had been.
By the time her science class had come, Kathryn felt more than confident that her paper had captured the inspirational tone she knew she needed. She began with a few sentences about the first brave sailors who had circled the globe. This was followed by some proud words for the first astronauts to walk on the moon. These were the people to whom Kathryn knew she would someday be compared. Not that she was in it for the fame. Thoughts of exploring the uncharted territory of time made her heart beat fast as it had when she first thought up her plan. The unknown had always intrigued Kathryn. As a small child, she’d always had a desire to explore wherever she was before feeling sufficiently content to stay in one spot. Kathryn didn’t remember this fact, but she knew the feeling. She was still more curious about where she wasn’t than where she was or even when she was.
A small group of popular girls walked into the science room. Kathryn didn’t really talk to the girls in their group. And she especially avoided their leader.
“Did you finally find an idea for the science fair, Kathryn?” asked a familiar sarcastic voice.
“Well today is the last day, Bethany,” Kathryn responded without turning around. “So…yeah. How about you?”
The tall, pretty girl with long straight hair sat down at the desk to Kathryn’s left. Bethany was the tallest girl in sixth grade. While Kathryn wasn’t the shortest, she knew she was close to it. Even after posing her question to Bethany, Kathryn did not turn to her science fair rival.
“I’m sure you’ve probably already heard about the tidal kinetic energy collector I’ve been planning,” Bethany said with confidence.
Kathryn finally turned to acknowledge her opponent. “Yeah, sounds pretty impressive. Good luck with that, Bethany.”
“Care to share just what you and your dad have up your sleeves this year?” Bethany asked as the other girls in her clique began to laugh.
“I won’t be needing help from anyone this year. And you’re just going to have to wait until the fair to find out what I have planned,” Kathryn said with a smile.
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