birds
'Kay... Normal 'keet background chatter and mostly quiet 'tiels. Then I start watching Supernatural, and the 'tiels (Logan and Jubilee, the X-birds) start flying around the living room like Ritalin kids who've been mainlining quintuple espressos, the 'keets flit around their cage ricocheting off of bars and toys like Dick Grayson on cocaine and high-fructose corn syrup, and ALL the birds are like... 
D. Robert Hamm's experimental life. Press any key to continue. Press any other key to explode.
My (non-comic) work
Get The Crimson Pact anthology vol. 2, with my short story Karma, about a post-apocalyptic sandwich girl turned demon-hunter (preview here) along with 27 other tales of demon-slaying goodness. The ebook edition is only 4.99 (14.99 for the print version), at the CP site or Amazon.
Or head over to Daily Science Fiction to read about a genetically-engineered flock of cyborg parrots and the scientist who falls in love with them: Are You There? Are You Safe? Is the Flock Safe?
I'm migrating here from the legacy site little by little. Blue Crash Kit, of course, will remain where it is.