“I Could Pee on This and Other Poems by Cats” Came Out Ten Years Ago TODAY!
Ten years ago TODAY I Could Pee on This and Other Poems by Cats was released and it quite frankly changed my entire life (as perhaps things that reference feline urine can sometimes do). THANK YOU to everyone who supported me and bought my book. THANK YOU to my agent Scott Mendel who shopped the first handful of poems I had written around because perhaps he, too, know things can happen when you reference feline urine. THANK YOU to Chronicle Books for looking at the title and NOT saying, “You sure you don’t want to go with ‘Tinkle’ or ‘Whiz’?” THANK YOU to that bookstore clerk ten years ago when my friend asked if he had a copy and he responded “Oh, THAT sounds like a classy tome” but indeed did have it in stock and did sell it so I got the royalties anyway. THANK YOU to you all, including my cats, such as Leelo here, seen either looking up with pride at the book or, perhaps more likely, falling asleep after having been made to shill it for a 1,000th time.
THANK YOU!
Sally Forth Summer Sunday: My Childhood Home
Sally Forth Summer Sunday: It’s True. It’s All True.
The British Dragon
The Lost Wandering House
The Cardboard Voltron
Dancing Multiverse Selves
Sally Forth and the Fotomat
Actually, a Fotomat would be more like living inside a shed, since the absence of any indoor plumbing (or even a franchise-provided “Foto-vat” bucket) meant the lone employee would have to make a mad dash to the nearby shopping mall public restroom, only to be thwarted by an arriving customer or the vicious guard dog the owner put outside the Footman to ensure a full day’s work. Eventually, the rise of the one-hour photo service within those very malls put an end to having to wait a full day to find out your film had been lost in the mail, and so Fotomat (this is true) briefly moved into the videotape rental industry. Alas, the shack’s limited retail space meant each store could only hold 14 copies of Troop Beverly Hills and a single box of Sno-Caps, which the employee ate as their only means of sustenance as they stared out the window for hours on end, giving backstories to their only friends, the clouds.
Sally Forth and Temporal Anomalies
Now some of you may be asking, “How could Ted Forth be ten in 1988 when he was already an adult when Sally Forth debuted in 1982? Doesn’t that blow the reality of a comic in which a person has aged seven years in four decades and yet clearly I’m okay with this strip showing all modern conveniences when by this very line of questioning I should believe the comic has to have topped technically in the 80s and also why doesn’t the cast still dress like a precursor to Working Girl and why do you have me referencing Working Girl for a 1982 strip when that film came out in 1988 and I already forgot I used the word ‘precursor’? You really dropped the ball on this one, didn’t you? Answer me! ANSWER ME!!! This is why I sent you all those Facebook messages and found your email address and will be like that one guy who actually called you and left a message on your answering machine because this was 2001 and said he was so angry with your comic that he was coming up to “cleave” you with a sword he claimed he was sharpening while he spoke and then you changed your outgoing message to add ‘And to the person who left me a threat, if your mom gives you the bus fare to leave your parents’ basement apartment to get up here, then we’ll work out my death.’ Well, I still have my sword even though by now I’ve whittled it down to a pen knife, but guess who just scored some dough on the scratchers so see you soon!”
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