I took it upon myself to design a stamp for the Mexican postal service, one of the most useless entities on the planet. I am convinced that somewhere near their sorting office, after sorting out the packages they want to steal, they dump the rest in a big hole in the ground. Obviously, there are bigger problems in Mexico, but the postal service is one of the things I hate the most. And even in this digital age, not having a reliable postal service does make me feel a little detached from the rest of the world; friends in Europe for example.
Spell it right, or spell it wrong, Davenport.
On this page, there’s a bunch of pictures of proposed Canadian flags before they chose their current, gorgeous, flag.
This was one of them:
It’s kinda bonkers that that was a proposal. Bonkers, but splendid.
But whenever I see that flag, I can’t help but see it as a close of some sort of face. Kinda like this:
I’m pretty much the Norman Mailer of illustration, right?
Found a cat today! I was stood staring out of the window with my morning coffee, and saw a small cat just walking on the street, basically showing interest and following anyone who showed some friendliness. Back and forth. People on their way to work who paused, but ultimately went about their days. So I went out, crouched down a few metres away and did that “hey cat” squeaky-kissy noise and he ran over to me. So I brought him/her home. Then went and made some FOUND CAT posters. He/she is adorable! It’s so tempting to go out and rip the posters down, but, somewhere in my neighbourhood, somebody is missing their cat. He/she is really friendly and clean, so obviously he/she is loved. Until he/she finds his/her proper home, though, he/she is more than welcome to sit on my desk while I work.
The 96. 15 April 1989. Never forgotten.