"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
...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!