These dog owners who can’t make their babies obey even minor commands in the park: I always wonder if they act just as helpless when the dog eats their underwear, bites their kids or runs in front of a bus.

…on Grit TV with Laura Flanders!

Just back from Cape Cod. If I can ever figure out how to do it without becoming broke or alcoholic, I may retire there. Off-season of course, just like we do now. Someone (this time, the sweet husband-&-wife retirees whose birdhouses we stopped to photograph while biking Truro’s back roads) always asks if we’re in town for Women’s Week. The answer’s always no. I hope all the girls have a rippin’ time in P-town and send me the pictures, but I’m old enough to have seen just about all these performers already and I never did too well at the big Girl Events anyway; someday, children, you’ll hear about my disastrous trip to the Dinah Shore.

For more on Warehouse Workers United, go here.

Inspired by a night at Gotham Girls Roller Derby. Bronx Gridlock kicked Manhattan Mayhem’s butt. But I love you all. Especially GalXC and Surly Temple.

Let’s face it, some of our darkest moments have been in restaurants, and it wasn’t the mood lighting.

You know, on this topic, the iron tried to electrocute me yesterday. I don’t think it was coming after me for not updating the strip, but one can never be too sure.

The Bitter Girl archive project is underway–and not a moment too soon, since PlanetOut has once again slimmed down and done away with all its comic archives. You can still catch up on strips from 2003-07 here at Gmax, and strips from 2007-onward by scrolling down to “Our Past Editions” at Seattle Gay News, but by summer’s end everything (including 2001-02) will be right here on this site. If it kills me.

Funny you should say that, Jess, ’cause the karma train’s coming for you in a week or so.