Jimothy!

Yesterday, I came across this post about Jimothy, something of a celebrity here in Seattle. The official description of him is simply that he’s a “deformed and belovedly bedraggled raccoon”. Perhaps he’s something of a mutant. I’m no biologist, so we’ll leave it there for now.

For me, though, the most delightful part of the story was brought about by Matt Inman (of the Oatmeal…yeah, I have a well-documented love for his work) this morning.

Ah, I thought it was perfect! Jimothy has made it as a Seattle cultural icon!

So, I hope that this gives you a positive energy boost to launch you into the weekend.

This morning’s haiku

This morning's haiku

quiet morning rain
the tranquility of clouds
this day beginning


It’s a rainy morning in greater Seattle, which I have a certain fondness for. Memories of dark, calm coffee shops with a book, or a new magazine, and time. It sometimes didn’t feel as beautiful as I can now see. Time brings wisdom, I guess.

A rainy morning haiku

rainfalls lovely sound 
pollen’s excess washed away
the air now refreshed

A rainy night haiku, April 2, 2026

after the nightfall

with the rain rattled rooftops

the darkness consumes

Emerald City Comicon 2026

I went to Emerald City Comicon on Friday, March 6. I’ve been meaning to go for decades. There’s always something, some reason, some conflict. I finally felt compelled to go. It helped that I’d talked with several other folks, so had accountability partners, including my wife. I’m so glad I did. It was an awesome experience. Below are just a few thoughts on finally going.

Man, the cosplay! I love the passion of cosplayers. The artistry was so impressive. Understanding SO many references mad me feel that I was amongst “my people”. Recognizing so many characters and knowing their key lines made me able to validate others. Understanding the references just made it that much more wonderful for me. Valuing the same things is just so lovely.

Another thing I adored: the inclusivity. The boldly open affirmation of the LGBTQIA+ community delighted me, as did the way they embrace neurodiversity. Things like quiet rooms made the space safe.

The immensity, the scale of it all. My goodness, there was so much going on. So much space in use. So many people. It was perfect. All the vendors, and all the cool stuff was great, too. Floors of stuff.

I opted not to photograph much. Mostly just a few things that caught my eye. Nothing to share. It felt rather like a rather invasive thing to do. I’m probably overthinking that, but I REALLY wanted to be respectful. Maybe next year I’ll be more deliberate about photography.

My wife loves it as much as I did. She’s insisting that we go the full week next year. I’ll see if I can break away that long in 2027. And, who knows, maybe I’ll need to expand out to other cons.

Did any of you go? Or have you gone to a different Comicon? What did you think? What was your favorite part.

Tonight’s Haiku: December 8, 2025


the wind’s aggression
flinging branches to the earth
this winter’s darkness

Tonight’s Haiku

the bumblebee lives
underneath the same sunlight
as the hummingbird

An evening haiku

memories of dusk
treetops hidden by the night
silent memories