I’m not naked! A conversation: “Timm where are you going? Your naked.” The reply: “I’m not naked, I’m buff, big difference.”

I’m not naked!

A conversation:

“Timm where are you going? Your naked.”

The reply:

“I’m not naked, I’m buff, big difference.”


Here we catch Dr. Timm Finkelstein, Halloween Town’s chief resident, bring life to his creation.
A cell from my up and coming comic strip, “Date Night.”
Found this old photo in police archives. It had written on the back “Brother Timm, 1918, assassin priest.  Do not approach for any reason.”
Absinth spoon made by Fallen Angel Metalworks circa 1888.  Documented to be owned by Lewis Caroll sells at Christies auction for $150,000.
Pregnant?  Nope! Chuck Testa! I had to pitch in.
Halloween egg carving. I’m trying to start a new trend.  Chicken may not be the best choice.
What to do for a costume this year?  hmmmm, ponder, ponder, ponder.
On October 22, 2009, I died, twice. Here is a little celebration.