Monday, August 25, 2008

More of my Zines


These are some more of my zines. The "Environmental Imp Pack" are still available and are $2.00 each, or a good trade. "Punkman" is also $2.00 and is a full color comic I made based on my most awesome friend Dan Murphy.

"The Sixth Minky's Guide to Vampires" is my newest zine. It's $1.00 or a trade.

Coming up next are "The Sixth Minky's Guide to Zombies" and a Guide to growing cooking herbs in pots for you urban gardeners! (Both are $1.00)

If you're interested in any of these write to me:

Sixth Minky
PO BOX 8891
Moscow, ID 83843

When I finish those two zines I'm working on, that means by the time I reach my two year anniversary of having made zines I'll have a total of 21 zines done! Yes, it's true. I'm awesome.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

My Zines


Here are some of my zines that I've made over the last couple of years. There are 12 issues of "The Sixth Minky" (Some of the covers are pretty much like the other ones.)

"Seeds of Me" is kind of an art zine and right now there is only one issue of that.

"Welcome to Moscow" was a zine I made for swapbot.


I've been making zines for two years now. I think. I don't keep track of time very well.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Proof I Don't Cook...Again

Hey Everyone, I found my recipe box!

It was in the trunk of my car.

Kylie, I can hear you laughing from here.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Apres Moi



"Apres Moi"
By Regina Spektor

I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice

[Chorus:]
Be afraid of the lame
They'll inherit your legs
Be afraid of the old
They'll inherit your souls
Be afraid of the cold
They'll inherit your blood
Apres moi, le deluge
After me comes the flood

I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice

[Chorus x2]

[Russian*:]
[* Words from a poem by Boris Pasternak. English translation:
February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring.]
[Repeat]

[Chorus]

I must go on standing
You can't break that which isn't yours
I, oh, must go on standing
I'm not my own, it's not my choice
[Repeat]


This is my newest theme song. I haven't recovered from the guy that left me for a hula dancer.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

After Magritte

I had a dream the other night in which Matthew Gray-Gubler was wearing a black bowler hat, a black coat with a scarf wrapped around his neck. In my dream his name was Chris for some reason, and he was carrying a green apple that he kept placing on top of his hat.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm being my own interpretation of the painting by Magritte." He said.

We had a great time together. He made me laugh and we thoroughly enjoyed each other's company. I was so very happy.

At the end of the dream, he left me for a flat-chested brunette who could hula.