terridrawsstuff

I’ll be expecting some retroactive amends.

"I am the default human experience" is a poisonous mindset

I just donated to Planned Parenthood in honor of Kristi Noem’s dogs and I think everyone else should do that too.

It’s a fraught morning around here.

I’m at the dog park right now and as you can see, everything is on fire and there’s insurrectionists everywhere.

A puppy with rollerblades skedaddles across the screen. The text is written in alphabet fridge magnet letters and reads NOT THE BEST, BUT HAVIN FUN

to be honest I've always found it kinda fun to end up being a little bit crappy at whatever I try to do... Takes a lot of pressure off, and I feel like everyone can tell when you're doing something just for the love of the game

I am following you back partly because your book recommendations are GREAT. Thank you so much for these!

Noisy, hungry frogs sadden farmer's life. They scare his cattle and they also eat his flannel shirt.

Become ungovernable

let the gourd times roll

When my mom had vascular dementia, she also hallucinated things that weren’t happening. She never tried to have the military invade Portland though.

Pumpkins! It’s nearly Halloween here in my shithole of a city.

Decorative Gourd Time here in the smoking crater that is PDX

Pumpkin time in war-torn Portland

This cover design. 🤌

if I haven't been fucking around, then why do I keep finding out

That would probably be why it’s now Food Vloggerese.

I didn’t realize how much Yiddish I spoke until we had a German cartoonist in our studio who said “you speak a lot of German words but some of them I don’t know” and I had her list the words. She went home with a full knowledge of how to say “penis” in Yiddish.

Portlanders — show off your corner of war-ravaged Portland below.

Peninsula Park

A crow eating some dog food I left out for him.

My dog waking up in his little bed and smiling

The rose garden in Peninsula Park in the evening.

My corner of war-ravaged Portland

Oh I never watched Queer Eye. Was there anyone on the show who was from Britain? That would be how a word from Polari ended up in regular American slang, right there, I bet you’re totally right.

I wondered what language zhuzh came from because it doesn’t look like Yiddish or anything else, and it’s Polari, probably, so my guess is we stole it from the Great British Baking Show or something.

When exactly did every style writer/cooking editor in America decide to use the word “zhuzh” nearly constantly in every video, usually with a little self-conscious smile while saying it? - (these are the kinds of thoughts you have when facing another day in a war zone like PDX.)#PDX

Oh thank god it’s raining. I hope we get another one of these sooner rather than later.

Pachypodistes goeldii

This is a real insect.
It’s called a pink snout moth, 🤣.
www.inaturalist.org/taxa/926873

Thank god we’re being defended from things that ended five years ago. You never know when time is going to loop back on itself.

Thank god our brave and good-smelling leader has this situation under control. I feel safe in his giant manly hands.

Photograph of downtown Portland, between two buildings in the early hours of dawn. Center frame is an American flag, surrounded by flying crows.

Good morning Portland. Stay safe.

Please send supplies, my selection of dog treats is running low. I blame the Antifa. They also misplaced my car keys this morning.

An art nouveau face in the tin paneling inside the ladies room at Aurora Mills Architectural Salvage.

A big old pile of rental roller skates at Aurora Mills Architectural Salvage. Mmm, antique foot sweat.

An alligator soap box derby car at Aurora Mills Architectural Salvage

A bed of nails! A real bed of nails! Built by a high school physics teacher and also for sale at Aurora Mills Architectural Salvage. I couldn’t afford it.

Morning dawns. At last I can poke my head above the foxhole of my living room whilst drinking coffee and letting the dog out to go potty. I present to you a few more photoss from #war-ravagedPortland. When shall this horror END.

Dearest Elle: I write to you from the front. Everything is perilous. I’m drinking some coffee and letting the dog out to go potty. Later I am going to go to a sewing class and have lunch. Every day, a new horror.

I periodically go through and block any followers who have AI banners or profile images or really AI generated anything. If I block you for that, please know: it was because I don’t like you.

It was just the one tire. He has more.