"If you want a five pound bag of flour, get here at 7am on Thursday. That's when the flour arrives." Also: the mysterious disappearance of chow mein noodles.
competing over the internet for a few tablespoons of lifeless sourdough starter mailed by a stranger
just as you've begun to hold it together, the internet claims everyone else is doing home renovations or broadcasting solo comedy series from their bedrooms
realizing "I've got a zoom" is an evergreen excuse
I miss going out on the terrace and banging a spoon against a pan every night at 7pm.
I’m thankful for the info that the new variant has the coolest variant name yet--Arcturus!
"If you want a five pound bag of flour, get here at 7am on Thursday. That's when the flour arrives." Also: the mysterious disappearance of chow mein noodles.
competing over the internet for a few tablespoons of lifeless sourdough starter mailed by a stranger
just as you've begun to hold it together, the internet claims everyone else is doing home renovations or broadcasting solo comedy series from their bedrooms
realizing "I've got a zoom" is an evergreen excuse
You nailed it. In some ways those early pandemic days feels like a decade ago, in some ways they feel like a strange fever dream.
Your art brings me such joy, Merrill! I’m so happy you’re publishing it regularly on here
Thank you so much. That means everything to me!
...at the very beginning of the pandemic I drew this...
https://medium.com/@jackcompere/how-to-correctly-wash-your-hands-23c9b9b4517c
...I'm not *quite* as paranoid, but still N95-ing... thx 4 yr toons!
That's great. Perfect. Especially the ending.