I love you, Anderson Cooper!

My good friend, Amanda Quraishi (otherwise known as @ImTheQ on Twitter), brought these funny tweets by Anderson Cooper to my attention. He’s awesome. Now I just need him to see my cartoon, so I can be famous, y’all!  

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America – F*** Yeah! (NSFW)

And here we have the lowest common denominator in the game of Draw Something. Using words as part of the drawing is generally considered cheating—especially when a player actually spells out the word you’re trying to guess. (Yes, that has happened.) However, in the example below, the words weren’t so much about cheating as they…

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Daily Drawing: Gone Fishing

If you give a woman a fish, she eats for a day. If you teach her to fish, she eats for a lifetime. If you teach her to draw a person fishing, she’ll have an entirely useless skill set and will starve.  

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Lucky in Love: The Weenie’s 13th Anniversary

WARNING: If watching cheesy couples makes you as sick as it does me, do not click on the link below. Mr. Weenie and I celebrate our 13th anniversary on Monday, so I thought I’d break out the ol’ video. After a very romantic engagement in New York’s Central Park, we decided to elope to Greece.…

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In Defense of Decaf

If you happen to be standing behind me in line at the local caffeine peddler, you’ll notice something that sets me apart from the rest of the addicts. No, it’s not my radass Chupacabra tattoo. (Okay, I don’t really have a Chupacabra tattoo, but wouldn’t it be awesome if I did?) I am addicted to…

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Envy Is Pissing Me Off

I just had a very brief and unpleasant conversation with my husband. While my business seems to have hit a plateau, Mr. Weenie is experiencing great success with his. Am I happy for him? Of course. Proud? Hell yes. Seething with barely contained hostility? Absolutely. Envy is the most opportunistic member of the emotional community.…

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My Refrigerator Scares Me

Every few months I gather up both nerve and stomach to clean out my refrigerator. It wouldn’t be so disturbing if I’d just dump the contents directly into the trash, but my guilty conscience compels me to recycle the containers in which my plague-ridden leftovers reside. Here are a few memorable moments from the Casa Weenie refrigeration archives: Is it a shrunken head,…

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