I got the green light on friday that i can mention that i am writing and drawing one of the stories in the first issue of Archaia's upcoming FRAGGLE ROCK comic book!

wooo!

I am VERY excited that Archaia and Henson are giving me this opportunity and I really hope that the fans like what I do for the property :)

Happy Birthday, cutriss!

my good friend emily found 2 kittens amongst the frozen bodies of their brothers and sisters the other day :(

she's nursing them back the health... but that gets expensive! and in this time of giving and helping out those tinier and much cuter than we are... i give you this post:

a note from the kitties:

The week before Christmas we were found living in a groundhog hole on the side of the road in Salem, Michigan. Beside us were the seven unfortunate bodies of our brothers and sisters, frozen and starved, but we managed to survive!

We will be making our first trip to a veterinarian (whatever that is) on Monday and we are going to be vaccinated, tested for infection and likely treated for mild frostbite to our kitty-toes. Our foster-mom says this is going to cost quite a bit of money, as we also have worms and earmites.

There are two of us, a female black-and-white and a male brown tabby-and-white. We are both domestic short-haired kittens between the ages of 5 and 8 weeks old. We will be ready to go to new homes once we are healthy and at least 12 weeks old. We are both pretty awesome at keeping our waste in the litterbox and we are getting better at cleaning ourselves now that our foster-mom has showed us how (with a washcloth, not her tongue.)

If you can spare a paypal of $1 (or more) or if you are local to ann arbor, michigan and would like to donate pop cans to our Kitten Can-Can drive, you would be contributing to our health and wellbeing. If we can raise enough, our foster-mom is going to have us spayed/neutered before we go to good homes! We don't know what that means but Boy! Doesn't it sound fun?!

a note from emily:

-- The female is younger smaller and more independent than the male. She is very playful but willing to cuddle quietly. She is definitely the caretaker. She cleans her brother and keeps an eye on him. She currently has a habit of shivering when she's purring. Depending on finances we may have to have her tested for nerve or brain damage as she suffered from hypothermia when we picked her up. I will post frequent updates on her condition on my kitty-Twitter @EMJKitties.

-- The male is more of a cuddlebug. He insists on snuggling and will lie on his back with his toes in the air if you pet his belly.

Thank you for your time and help. All paypal and contact can be sent to Emily at emilymargaretjenkins@gmail.com

a note from katie:

i've seen these kitties in person and they are ADORABLE and i'm donating to help them out :) they're so CUTE!

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For me, right-living is the 101-key, QWERTY, computer-centric mediated lifestyle. It's having a bulky laptop in my bag, crouching by the toilets at a strange airport with my AC adapter plugged into the always-awkwardly-placed power source, running software that I chose and installed, communicating over the wireless network. I use a network that has no incremental cost for communication, and a device that lets me install any software without permission from anyone else. Right-living is the highly mutated, commodity-hardware- based, public and free Internet. I'm QWERTY-Amish, in other words.

I'm the kind of perennial early adopter who would gladly volunteer to beta test a neural interface, but I find myself in a moral panic when confronted with the 12-button keypad on a cellie, even though that interface is one that has been greedily adopted by billions of people worldwide, from strap-hanging Japanese schoolgirls to Kenyan electoral scrutineers to Filipino guerrillas in the bush. The idea of paying for every message makes my hackles tumesce and evokes a reflexive moral conviction that text-messaging is inherently undemocratic, at least compared to free-as-air email. The idea of only running the software that big-brother telco has permitted me on my handset makes me want to run for the hills.