Jimmy is here. It has been nice to have a familiar face around the house. Jimmy was Christy's old studio mate in New York. Here is a picture of him drawing on the couch.

I would have never thought that I would be hanging out with more than one of the people who came to my Super Bowl party last year, but there we were, early on a Monday morning, watching the Bears with their amazing first quarter performance slowly, painfully and decidedly get trounced by the Colts over the next three quarters. It was sad, but the Bears really did everything they could to lose the game. At least I had my people there.

Jimmy and I have been working on a project called printer press, where people print out a sheet of paper with eight panels that folds into a book. The project is on its way. We spent a few evenings here plotting the story of Giovanni, a pirate that decides to join the circus. It looks to be a good story, and we are soon to be getting it done. More on that when we get our ducks in order. I just want to say that it is great to have some interesting projects developing on the side.

Jimmy is a vast warehouse of random information. I think that the best tidbit that I received from him while he has been here is that Mr. T. once sang a song telling kids to not make fun of mothers. Sure enough, he was right:

Plus, with a short bust of online research, we found out that when Mr. T. was a bodyguard, his card said "Next to God, there is no greater protector than I." Goes to show why we all fear that man.

Jimmy is off soon to bike around Tasmania. I am a bit jealous, I must admit.