Post-game analysis

This summer, I logged 20120 miles, by rough estimate, of plane travel and destination driving. This figure does not include miscellaneous mid-trip driving and/or sailing. Utah's national parks, Moscow, and the Grenadines.

I read 12 books somewhere in those 20K miles, including The Unbearable Lightness of Being and Wild At Heart, both of which I highly recommend.

Placeholders for 3000 words:


a slot canyon in the Escalante National Monument - Spooky Canyon


real-life foosball at camp in Tula, Russia


two of the Seven Sisters waterfalls in Grenada

Cutlets in the pressure cooker, or: The Unbearable Mental Casualty of Testtaking

What is remarkable is that I want to get back into the grind, despite knowing full well what a grind it is. Maybe it's the comfort of routine. Maybe I want to see my friends again. Maybe I'm just ready for the next step in becoming a palindrome. DMFMD, over and out.

Remov is Russian, appropriately.

It is, in all likelihood, a bad sign when you giggle at your own drawings. Panel 2 is one such sign, a portent that the hairline cracks in my sanity are becoming true rifts, choppy madness seeping out. And who is going to place a finger in that dike? Don't answer that.

Raptor Rampage

Comic 12. We now return you to your regularly scheduled Omph.

Heyo, I made it back more-or-less unscathed. It's kind of funny: the more places I travel in the world, the more they all look like Middle Tennessee. Call me biased, but this really is a great place to live. Russia was an odd trip - post-communism affluence coupled with outlying poverty, emotional ups-n-dips, car rides out of a John Woo film, and the Creme de la Kremlin. One of my favorite moments: the "Yeah, I am a medical student" line actually works on the rooski ladies, of which there were many and also bodacious. Seriously, downtown Moscow looks like a supermodel convention.

Happy 7-11 day! Go get a free slurpee.