Millhouse

The beginning of his life story will forever be a mystery, but somewhere in the ripe third (human) year of his life, a black cat took shelter under my car and my life has never been the same.

I have never known a more unconditional desire for affection than in the presence of him. He lived to be around people, to be like them. He was a talker, and a drooler, and kept a weird schedule. But I loved him and he was part of my family.

Rest In Peace, Millhouse (Thrill-house) Shafeek.

On Vampires

America's new-found love of Vampires is silly. It has also been adequately satirized in South Park's 12th season finale "The Ungroundables"... There is nothing sexy to me about vampirism. The sexuality that seems to surround "True Blood" and CW's impending debacle "Vampire Diaries" is strangely excessive. Being bitten by a vampire is as romantic to me as Harry Potter flying into your room on a broom stick, or a mustachioed, Italian plumber rescuing you from the clutches of a giant lizard.

That said, Vampire culture is pop-culture, and so is my job. The drawing above is my attempt at Satire, though so-and-so from northern California will likely find little amusing about my drawing. Such is life. At least the girls in my office thought it was funny.