Thanks everyone for infusing some much-needed Christmas spirit into my 70°F, collapse-of-society December. (Fingers crossed Santa brings me a Fatberg of my very own!)

Wondering how long I can watch the Horne Section’s 24-hours of “How Long Has This Been Going On” before my upstairs neighbors check on me. (It’s been 5 hours. I still haven’t learned the verse.)

Look. I'm fully aware that one day I'll have to accept there'll be no more No More Jockeys. But I'd rather 2025 weren't that time. Once again I am threatening to petition in the streets of LA on the off chance it helps us get a Christmas game. Or New Years game. Or any game in these trying times.

Thanks for a lovely time, London, I managed to get a lot of wackiness into one week: 3 cities, a bunch of friends, too much cheese, lotsa birds, a surprising amount of Victorian machinery, so much laughter, and the quintessential British experience of a train system menaced by mid-to-light rain.

without downloading new pictures, describe your gender.

Tuesday I saw Tim Key’s Loganberry and it was predictably incredible. Tonight I saw the Horne Sections’s Hit Show and it was predictably ridiculous. In between I had my first proper Indian meal with the help of some antihistamine. A billion thanks to @illuminescence.bsky.social for enabling it all.

Went to the British Museum today. Very pleased to see that we as a species have always felt the need to make/collect/revere/steal Little Guys.

I’ve made it to London just in time to catch an episode of Game of Wool and it’s just as bonkers as I expected it to be. Why is it like this? I love you Britain but you’re weird.

Hello London-adjacent pals! Let's say a silly Los Angeleno, knowing nothing of seasons or 'cold,' decided to visit London next week while her country was slowly collapsing. Hypothetically. What would be the suggested layers to pack for such a ridiculous excursion to prevent her from dying?

you can win without billionaires supporting you you can win without party leadership endorsing you you can win unapologetically standing with every persecuted minority pundits say are too politically toxic to touch we could do everything about this process differently if we wanted to

Feeling just a tiny sliver of hope peeking through the layers of existential dread about my clusterfuck of a country. Keep making good choices, guys!

Dodgers, do not go to the White House. Fans, demand this. Enjoy the moment, but we have to come together as a community to make this World Series victory a symbol of Los Angeles joy and resistance, not collaboration and betrayal.

The best sound in the world is fireworks and my neighbors cheering when the Dodgers win. Wowee, what a series!! WOOOO!

What is this game? What is this Series? Why is baseball LIKE THIS‽

God I love baseball.

I hate baseball.

Well, I’ve stress-eaten the last of the Hula Hoops I smuggled home from London in June, guess it’s time for another visit! Added bonus: there’s significantly less baseball in the UK to stress me out!

Yesterday the air was so thick I could barely see the San Gabriel mountains. It’s currently 90 degrees and 20% humidity, the ball is going to FLY tonight. (That means a quick and easy ballgame tonight, right fellas?!)

Time to think about something other than Game 3 of the World Series, but something almost as ridiculous: another No More Jockeys comic! In this one we try out new drinking vessels and learn how to measure liquid volume (but not how to sterilize things).

I love baseball. But this is too much baseball.

This is the worst inning of my life.

Still doing No More Jockeys comics for #drawtober! This one feels most appropriate for #Wattober as well, as Watson takes us on an unexpected educational journey through anatomy and phylogeny.

Everyone should have a particle physicist in their life to make sure you maintain a healthy level of existential dread. Mine won't stop teasing me about my very rational fear of neutrinos.

More No More Jockeys comic nonsense for #drawtober! Key struggles with the definition of 'spinster' in a way that only Key can. Horne and Watson try their best.

I’ll say it again: I love you, Dodgers, with my whole heart, but what in the heck is this nonsense? I nearly cried.

Another No More Jockeys #drawtober comic! In this one, we play everyone's favorite game, Big or Small, Thick or Dainty!

Whoops, it's #drawtober again, so everyone has to deal with another batch of my silly NMJ comics. In this one, we discuss the physics of pastry eating, and the dimensions and relative chewability of macs.

I love baseball, and the Dodgers own my entire heart, but wowee what a stupid game this is, why is my blood pressure so high after a 10-5 win‽

without downloading any new pics, where are u at, mentally

I couldn’t let this be the only drawing posted for Key’s birthday, as much as I love and respect the artist. So here, a slightly scrunched birthday Tim! (Shhh, it’s still the 2nd in LA!)

You and me baby ain’t nothing but mammals. And as a reminder, birds are definitely animals.

It’s me, I’m the horse.

Post a non-religious picture you think of as holy

My yearning is currently sustainable, but I wouldn’t mind some more of this sort of nonsense please.

Third and final week of Tour de Fleece! Spun a total of 19.3 oz, 1400 yards/1300 meters! But if you count the singles (which I think you can in TDF?) I spun 4.7 km or nearly 3 miles of fiber!

Tour de Fleece week 2 - late because I had to work all weekend and am now behind on everything fun, boo. But look at the colors!

Tour de Fleece week 1! Trying to master long draw this year, seems to be coming along nicely! Also I think my first attempt at a fractal-ish spin? All spun on my Spinolution Pollywog. So excited!

Absolutely bonkers that I live in a country where the government thinks that forecasting the weather and dealing with natural disasters isn't its job, but sending troops to kidnap immigrants harvesting the fields in Oxnard is.

Hi, hello, if anyone needs me, I'm dead. My friend Jonah did a great interview with Alex Horne, who, for no reason at all, showed off my comic book. Many thanks to Key for delivering them for me, to Horne for the very kind words, and to Watson for measuring that pizza like that I guess.

Post a celebrity you’ve been told you resemble. Apparently we’ve got the same “usual shit eyes.”

Post a song from the year you turned 12. How is Weezer that old‽ www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHQq...

Me, a high school student in the 1990s: Like, why do we even have to learn about boring stuff like the French Revolution, Marie Antoinette will never matter to me, ugh! Me, an American in 2025 being asked to eat cake: Oh. Right.

So I had a really weird experience with this book. My Uber to the train station to get a bus to LAX was re-routed because an offramp on the 110 was closed, and I didn’t know if it was because of anti-ICE protests or just maintenance.

UK trip update: Had a steak pie in a pub with a pal, a kebab, and an educational adventure with a delightful friend! Went on stroll through Hampstead with David the Tour Guide, and left a pen for Douglas Adams at Highgate. Made it home to find LA just as I left it, strong, caring and full of fight.

Even Mother Nature is done with Felon47’s bullshit.

Highland Park, LA right now

Picked an absolutely wild time to leave the country. I’ll be there in spirit, Highland Park! (Also, wishing everyone who supports ICE a very Shit Yourself Publicly Every Time You Eat A Taco Forever.)

UK trip update: London’s street signs are stupid but its birds are delightful and its National Gallery amazing. Birmingham’s canals are aggressively charming. LA Baby is beautiful in every possible way (apologies for spooking the poet with a gift) and Greg Davies is an absolute menace.

proud to be an LA buckaroo