Kathleen Jacques

What?? This is so good, like what a distinctive & unexpected new piece of Kathleen G backstory

a black cat and a white cat hanging out together on a gold blanket on a teal couch. sweet babies

I’m going to need to move them to vacuum the couch. however. they do make a convincing argument otherwise

love to curl up like the Third Cat around here, and maybe one day the right human woman will be around to be the fourth

chair chat: I have, for my entire life, been a little freak who just does Not sit normally facing forward on chairs and couches. and at some point I realized... well, as an adult with my own place, guess I CAN sort of optimize things for sprawling sideways or curling up like a monster in her nest

me, for the past like 5 years, imagining getting a big comfy circle-shaped armchair for my apartment: yeah, i should manage my expectations. it's not gonna be THAT great

after getting it: actually, guess what

cuddling with both cats in my circle-shaped armchair, and at least for this moment life is okay

I joke and do my comfort thing of pulling out applicable 90s simpsons bits because ... it's been rough, you guys. my physical body just like... betrayed me, I guess. and in context it's nothing compared to all the ways the bigger world is being made worse and i'm so angry

bart simpson in the episode where they get a swimming pool and he breaks his leg. he's resentfully looking out his bedroom window about to shut the blinds, text is marge saying "he's becoming isolated and weird"

welp, guess I'm navigating the biggest Well, Now What? of my life after like 5 years basically stuck as injured Bart who couldn't join my friends in the metaphorical swimming pool. I'm finally doing better for real, I think, and...now what? do I even know how to be queen of summertime anymore

wish i’d taken a better photo of this when i saw it in the wild, since it was over a year ago and i’m pretty sure it’s long since been removed. it’s so funny to me

Once again,

I have been both Okay and Not Okay for so long (on a personal level, though of course the state of things in the bigger picture affects everything), and I feel like I never know how to express this so mostly I don't? until I have a day where I can't not spew out a little post like this in public

Episode 5 is wild so far, and it's got me questioning a lot of my previous choices?? It's so good.

If you've ever felt disappointed that the "choices matter" aspect of a story/dialogue heavy game turned out to be mostly superficial... this is like the anti-that. this is one where you'll do a playthrough, then see a screenshot from someone else's and go "...excuse me, WHAT can happen?!"

I've been obsessed with this game since Episode 1, which I backed on Kickstarter as a big fan of Abby Howard's horror comics. It's really something special, and the sheer amount of detailed hand-drawn art and wildly different possible story paths to take is ridiculous. Can't wait for ep 5 part 2!

...oh my god, and this was how I found out there was a mass shooting here in BC today? seeing the story on Al Jazeera while reading about international war crimes, somehow before seeing anything local about it

what the fuck, what the fuck, it’s like every day this year there’s something new in the running for the most evil things i’ve ever heard of

from a formal perspective, i think something going on here is: to get this wild mangling in simplified icon style to instantly READ as a human hand, you gotta actually... understand drawing/referencing hands. so we get this like odd grace in the proportions and angles of thumb and wrist and so on

there's like a strange elegance to the mangled pinch point hand. insisting if it's going to hell, it's going with a little flair in the pose

right, right, and there’s always this tension about motive like…oh, is it that this character personally Wants to be destroyed or consumed, or are they simply a traitor selling out their kin? or both, possibly

Statement from Michael and Susan Pretti Parents of Alex Jeffrey Pretti “We are heartbroken but also very angry. Alex was a kindhearted soul who cared deeply for his family and friends and also the American veterans whom he cared for as an ICU nurse at the Minneapolis VA hospital. Alex wanted to make a difference in this world. Unfortunately, he will not be with us to see his impact. I do not throw around the ‘hero’ term lightly. However, his last thought and act was to protect a woman. The sickening lies told about our son by the administration are reprehensible and disgusting. Alex is clearly not holding a gun when attacked by Trump’s murdering and cowardly ICE thugs. He had his phone in his right hand and his empty left hand is raised above his head while trying to protect the woman ICE just pushed down, all while being pepper sprayed. Please get the truth out about our son. He was a good man. Thank you.

Kare 11 local news just read, in full, this statement from Michael and Susan Pretti, the parents of Alex Pretti.

"Please get the truth out about our son."

also, of course. to confirm. in my mind these CRTs are a couple of lesbians

thank you! I’m so glad you liked it!

this is also the first really finished drawing I’ve done in ages, so that felt really nice! but also: another mood here is sometimes you’re Still Alive in a static & test pattern way, for yourself and whoever you’re standing with and holding onto, rather than displaying productivity & entertainment

I hate to see wasteful disposable stuff & planned obsolescence, so i have this affection for clunky old things that HAVE managed to last, and the acts of care that have kept them around and running. i like things that Are repairable. i like ownership rather than subscriptions etc out of yr control

I find the surveillance, data-collecting and constant connectivity of modern devices frankly pretty creepy and oppressive, and there’s more and more appeal to self-contained “dumb” objects. there’s an honesty and clarity to tactile controls and physical connections, and

I’ve also spent the past year getting back into retro devices and physical media for fun in a big way, and had to sit with: what is it that I actually like and value about all of this, that’s not just reactionary nostalgia about liking Familiar Stuff From When I Was A Kid? I think it’s a few things:

Illustration of two women with retro CRT TV heads with static and test patterns. They’re holding hands, and there’s a bunch of junk like cords and screwdrivers and tape on the ground. Text: “Another Year, And We’re Still Alive”

The card from the previous image, unfolded to show a 2026 calendar on the back

the card from the previous image, showing how it folds in half like a card. all of these are photographed on a blue cutting mat.

So, I made new year 2026 cards! I held off on posting this until most of the people i personally gave/sent one to got to see it in print. 3 ink Risograph print on brown kraft, and this is my mood going into the year: yeah, older and sort of broken, but stubborn as hell about resilience and repair

Wait, did this work? Did you show the author photo that’s in there?? honestly, if such a thing doesn’t count as an ID, it SHOULD

black cat resting her sleepy little head on white cat

oh, to be a cat resting my sleepy little head on the other cat’s butt

a black cat and a white cat cuddled together

hi, girls