many things make a post
once more into the breach, dear friends

up with figs, diet

Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective lives mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch—either in illustration or word form—and the other would make a companion to the sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise makes both minds more nimble. Hopefully.


Jorge “The Liberator” Cruz was a wanted man, only the authorities didn’t know that he was who they wanted. The Liberator would sneak into the library late at night, steal all of the trendy diet books, then replace them with baskets of apples and carrots, which he grew in organic plots behind his house. What finally tipped the authorities off was the compost pile. Instead of breaking down into a rich soil amendment, Skinny Bitch, et. al, formed a foul-smelling clump of printer’s ink and tears. At his arraignment, Cruz said, “Wait a minute. I could have just checked them out, then never returned them? Nuts.”


Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.


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