That’s right, I’m using “mind mapping” software to lay out a new graphic novel/serial webcomic. Knowing me, look for it in 2043. Fancy blur cuz I don’t want you to see any spoilers before then.

Guess who’s getting married this weekend? My little cousin! My little cousin is 29! My lumbago!

Doodling in Central Park as a boy and his dog stopped to take a load off under a shady tree.

About the only artistic thing I’ve done this week, besides a really colorful spreadsheet for work, was a class improv show at the Magnet Theater training center on Friday night. I’m just now getting a look at some iPhone video of it. It’s probably the first time I’ve seen myself onstage since my 6th grade play. It’s…not as weird as I thought it would be. Of course, this will come as no surprise to my family, who know me as the kid who put on puppet shows for his cousins and entertained his sister by making up entire “lost” episodes of the Brady Bunch on the spot.

PSA for New Yorkers: If it’s lightly drizzling outside, it’s probably overkill to bust out your giant sidewalk-clogging umbrella and act as if twirling a tent on a stick entitles you to an automatic personal space upgrade. Guess what, everybody, you’re waterproof! If it’s not raining hard enough to drip into your eyes, it’s not raining hard enough to seek moon-capsule-sized mobile shelter. And even then, there’s this thing called a poncho.