How's your Bingo card?

So, 2020...what in toaster-fucking hell was that? 

I'll be in a scalding, month-long shower if anyone needs me.

Follow the Cakes!

Still doing the Fresh Cakes thing. Bob Walma and I have written, recorded, and released two full-length albums, and #3 is in the works. If you want to be a mensch, please like our Facebook page!

The Cakes are fresh

Fresh Cakes (Katy Barzedor and Bob Walma) present our debut album, Looking for the Corner in a Circle. Seventeen original tracks from the mean streets of Grand Haven, Michigan! Look for us on iTunes, Google Music, Spotify, and Amazon.

Farewell, you fickle fucker

My 2016 in review:

• Fuck this.

• No, really - fuck this.

• Hey, now.

• Oh, yeah. That's why I'm alive!

• Cool, this is cool.

• Hey, look at me having fun!

• Wait.

• No, no, no, no!

• What the fuck?

• Okay, I think this is okay.

• Okay, I think this is not okay.

• What have we here?

• Awesome!

• Wait.

• No, no, no, no!

• What the fuck?

• Coolest stuff ever.

• What, seriously?

• Hunker-down sequence in 3...2...1...

Happy Labor Day!

Remember the family crest

My next animation project is never far from my mind, but I haven't had the stomach to tackle another one yet. I've got a lot of unused, strange film footage that makes sense to no one, least of all to me, so that will probably be my starting point. I like to start out confused and take you all along with me for the ride. In the meantime, have a flashback helping of the last project I lived through.

Doh. Oh, dear.

After a year's trial separation, Play-Doh and I are back together again. Portraiture, comics, we'll see what happens. We have an open relationship - I'm free to see other media, and Play-Doh is free to see the inside of its can. (Much as people would like to believe it's the next step on our slippery slope to Hellinahandbasketville, I cannot legally marry my Play-Doh. Just between you and me, I like it this way. It's dirtier.)

"Old Salt just kicked your ass"

Pics on the bricks

If you have the desire to see a shitload of my artwork displayed on walls instead of electronic screens, get thee to the Theatre Bar in downtown Grand Haven! My show, People Who Haven't Happened Yet, will be up through the end of June.

Careful, your plate is hot

"Flames, on the side of my face"

AKA the line I always choose in Meijer

"Is it cool if I pay in change?"

It's too cold for anything but bouffants

"Unfair advantage"

Articulate disbelief

"I'm afraid so, Brad"

In his defense, they are large sparrows

"Terrified of sparrows, actually"

First scribble of 2015.

Undisputed

"Dish Master"

The tree wisemen

"Seasoned Greetings!"

Whatever you are celebrating, or even if you're not celebrating at all - maybe you just pissed in your best yoga pants, I don't know - have a safe and pleasantly toasted day!

"Intrigue"

Color-added bar scribble from 12/14/2014

Carry the Hatchet

This story has been in my head for 30 years. Now it's in yours, too.

You gonna say no to Mom?

You have been warned

Dance like no one's bitching

I've been haunting the jam sessions downtown lately, and no one has slapped me off the stage yet. That could be considered encouragement, right?

Last night at Theater Bar I plunked my Kodak down on the bar and shot some low-fi video with Big Daddy Fox on the wedge they so lovingly call a stage.

Lights, camera, butt plugs!

Something's brewing, and I hope it's not just menopause.

"New haunts"

"Patron saint"

Eye of the tiger

"Cat yoga"

Another panel from my comic that's in creative limbo.

Sunnyside won't do

"Sunnyside won't do"


Sunnyside won’t do.
Every groveling snickpit checks both boxes and hopes one’s right when the illigant weave of bowels drapes another man’s neck. Asphalt yields – No mas! No mas! – as a hundred pony cars spin a blizzard of death confetti.
Sunnyside won’t do.

"Ginger knew"

From a comic project that's on the backburner right now.

Seeker

"Version querst"