September 2007


So I'm at school today waiting for a lecture about Mexican murals in the United States to start. I'm actually interested in the topic, which is good- now I won't feel guilty about eating the free tapas that come afterward.

This is what my life has become. I scavange my department for free food. You do know that these tapas are going to be my dinner right? Otherwise, I totally would've left for home at least an hour ago.

A new comic will be up later tonight.

You know- someone a while ago once said that I should make Mona Montrois ashtrays. Unfortunately, I don't know what kind of message that would send to younger readers and cafepress doesn't even make them (though they do have a tile box that could work...)

Nah, I won't do it. It'd be immoral and then I'd have to go to church or somthing and talk to some idol until I felt some tingly magic inside forgiving me.

I'm all pumped up because I've been super productive these past two days. Go me! Also-



Before I transferred to UCLA as a Biochem major, I was a Classics/Lit Major at Brandeis. I achieved Senior status and was within less than a year of graduating before withdrawing for academic reasons (its a long story). I spent alot of time studying Homer and his "Iliad" and it changed my view of the war-genre of fiction accross all mediums (Says the man who went to a midnight launch of Halo 3).

Which brings me to the movie, "The Kingdom" by Peter Berg, staring Jaime Fox, Jennifer Garner, and Nathan "I aim to misbehave" Fillion of "Firefly" and "Serenity" fame. I got to watch "The Kingdom" at an advanced screening last week; and I was struck by how the movie, a glorified police procedural drama came off as a war movie in the grand Homeric sense.

It was those aspects of "The Kingdom" I enjoyed most. There are themes explored in the movie that are not at all unlike crude Homeric similies, such as the appropriation of children's toy's into a suicide bombers vest, cross latching a fixture of hearth and home with an implement of terrorism. I admit I found its Hollywood morality play ending (you'll see), reminscent of Simone Weil's conception of "Force" as it applies to "The Iliad".

I'd love to talk more about "The Kingdom" and "The Iliad" (and Simone Weil), but sadly I am no longer equipped to do so. Regardless, watch "The Kingdom", I enjoyed it thorougly, I imagine y'all will too.



Today's comic is also a poster, which you can get in the store. Note how it tips its hat to the Art Nouveau style that was so popular in Paris in the early 20th century.

All the proceeds go toward maintaining this website and feeding me. (In other words, for a good cause)

By the way, a few weeks ago I actually saw the Cash Cab in Greenwich Village. For those of you who don't know what the Cash Cab is, it's a game show that takes place in a cab- basically it's a trivia game in which you win money. It's on the Discovery Channel. I met the host of the Cash Cab b/c I went up to him and told him how badly I've been wanting to find the Cash Cab- he was really nice and let me sit in the cab while he turned on all of the disco lights that they put on the ceiling of the interior. Super cool!


Three comics up today.


David here...

Well Summer is officiallly over, today is the first day of Fall. If you are are still wearing pastels, take them off, they became so gauche, like three weeks ago.

Last Monday, I was able to grab my longboard and head out with a buddy to County for a marathon surf session. Normally I'm the weakest surfer out of my circle of friends, but the day's slow crumbling waves favored my longboard over the shortboard of my compatriot (Thats me in the background of the picture, facing the camera and freezing my tuchis off, discussing the finer points of the Facebook API with my surf buddy Victor). For the first time in a long while, I found myself snaking my friend out of waves, flying down the line and throwing up the horns. It was a great day.

A few days later I hit up Bay Street with my board, and tried to surf the fast breaking close-outs the same way I surfed County and I took beating in those conditions, so I left early. I was jealous of the teenagers in the water, who were cutting class, and treating each wave that came by as biggest and best wave that g-d decided to smash up against the California coast. I wish I still had that kind of enthusiasm and joie de vivre. Those teens out at Bay Street makes me feel as if, through the process of maturity, I've lost something. Turns out with inclement weather on its way to Los Angeles, Monday was for me, Summer's last hurrah. As a rule I do not surf for a week after the first rain of the season due to the assorted nastiness that washes out of the storm drains around here.

So now I'm biding my time until I start up again at UCLA. Other than "Finish the Fight" day on Tuesday (HALO 3 WOO!) I'm pretty much back to concentrating on my Biochemistry major and looking forward to a job, an intense class load, and the back end of this website eating up all my free (read: surfing) time...

Anyhow as always interesting stuff coming in for the C'est La Vie in the upcoming weeks. Keep an eye to this area.

--- David

PS for extra credit try to guess which strip my nametag/icon comes from... I promise this time I'll provide the answer in a timely manner


Since this comic is about boobies, let's talk about them for a second.

So there was this huge outburst on Fleen about my attire for my webcomics opening. I was wearing one of those dresses where my mom would go up to me and say "Now be careful about bending over." Don't worry, mom- I was.

Anyway, Gary, who writes Fleen did this great article about my show and included a picture of me (my hair looks bad) wearing said dress in front of Scott McCloud's My Obsession with Chess. A lot of people said some nice things, congratulating me and MoCCA for the exhibit, but this one guy was just like "BOOBIES!" (Obsession with Chest anyone?)

I didn't really think too much about it- I was just going to let it fly but then all sorts of people got involved (and I thank and appreciate them for sticking up for me) and it turned into some mini-flame war.

There hasn't been a single day in New York where I haven't had some rude comment made to me about my looks or my assests, but I usually brush them off and go on my merry way. I mean, there are times and places where I'm going to have to expect this kind of behavior and treatment. I expect them on the street and I deal with it. I expect them in a bar, and I am prepared with plenty of witty and emasculating retorts. However, it is not appropriate to make rude comments in formal/work environments, as is the case here- b/c the article was about my work as a curator and my professors, colleagues, and future employers actually read these reviews.

So I'm glad that my rack is appreciated, but right now it's my curatorial skills that should be getting the attention.

The boobies guy said he was sorry though, and if he's reading this blog, he should know that I accept his apology.


A Story SO Endearing It'll Make You Want to BARF

First though- two comics up today.

Ok, now to the really cute story.

I'm not sure if it's common knowledge or not, but Monsieur Smokey is based on a real stuffed bunny of mine named Smokey. The difference between the two is that Smokey doesn't have a beret and is a girl.

I love Smokey to death. I love her so much, a lot of people think it's weird. She goes wherever I go, which means that she comes with me on all of my trips back and forth between LA and NY. If there was a fire, I would take Smokey over my laptop- even if that meant losing a lot of important files.

Anyway, no one other than my equally strange parents have entertained my belief that Smokey might as well be as real as my left foot. Until a few days ago.

I was sitting in my room with Edouard and I was telling him about the assorted hobbies that Smokey likes to participate in. He started laughing and saying that Smokey has "stupid hobbies" to which I said "SHHH!!! She's right there! You're hurting her feelings!"

Other people would either ignore what I just said (thinking I'm either crazy or being cute) or go off on how god damn strange I am, but instead he picked Smokey up and said "I'm sorry Smokey- I didn't mean to say those things! Will you please forgive me?" Smokey quickly turned her head away and said "hmph!" to which Edouard said "Aww, I really didn't mean it! Come give us a hug..." And then they reconciled.

So it turns out that Edouard is just as freakin' weird as I am. (No, I'm probably still weirder)


When I was in college I worked fairly hard- I think it's because before I left for UCLA my parents completely freaked me out about how strenuous and demanding the quarter system is (10 week sessions- meaning that you get midterms only about a month into taking a course). Anyway, I was really studious for at least my first 2 years of college. After that I relaxed a bit, but I was still forced to stay on the ball.

Graduate school is completely different- it's much more free form. You have to work a lot harder than you ever did as an undergrad, but your schedule, for lack of a better term, is "completely outta whack." Because of this, I find it hard to not procrastinate. I feel like a slacker- and maybe that's part of the reason I've been so down in the dumps.

Anyway, now I'm auditing the second year of Middle Egyptian. I got my final back- I had to translate the Stela of Ikhernofret. I made quite a few mistakes in my transliteration (the process of turning the little birds n' eyes into letters), but my professor assured me that it's quite common for beginners. Even still, I can't help but feel like a complete idiot. Every time I look at the thing to translate more of it- or to retranslate parts I've done before- I want to cry out of hopelessness. Will I ever get this dead language? I look at Faulkner's dictionary of Middle Egyptian and see that he has a dedication page to the professor that taught him Egyptian, and I know that he must've been in the same shoes as I am.

I think I'm just too impatient. Maybe that's another reason why I feel so down in the dumps.



My body is still hurting- I had to take some serious pain killers to take the edge off. Anyway, now that my show is up and running and seems to be getting a good number of people into the museum, I have to worry myself with other things

1) My PhD candidacy meeting was postponed until JANUARY, which means I'm in limbo this semester. I can't get funding, I have to pay 700 bucks to remain matriculated, and in order to work at the school, I have to be a registered student, which I can't be unless I'm enrolled in at least one class, which costs 4000 bucks. This sucks, because I promised the Egyptology dept that I would continue putting their images onto this database, but I can't work for them at all unless I'm in a class- which I can't afford at all.

2) People at Bank of America are completely incompetant. I got my two debit cards (one is for CA the other for NY- I'm closing my CA account soon), as well as my credit card- but for some reason some idiot at BofA said that my credit card is lost, which makes it useless to me. Now I have to get a new one sent.

I'm going to apply for a job at the Brooklyn Museum as a curator in their Egyptian dept. I don't think they'll give it to me since I don't know what's going to happen in January in terms of school, but it wouldn't hurt to try.

Anyway, now I'm going to plug my awesome shop. Wouldn't you like to purchase a poster expressing existential angst?


The opening was a huge success- it was a good turn out and not only did Jon Rosenberg from Goats show up, but so did Scott McCloud!

Here's a picture of me (why am I so unphotogenic?) standing next to my boss Matt Murray, who is standing next to Scott, who is standing next to the head curator, Bill Roundy.


I would speak more of this joyous event but my entire body hurts- probably from doing stuff like hanging pictures or more likely- walking around in stilettos for 3+ hours.


AVAST Ya'll!! This here be David of the vile band of pirates known as the Petty Vulgarians! Be ye afeared and ye bilges flooded!

This will be a long blog post so please bear with me. First off, congratulations Jen for a successful exhibit at MOCCANY. I've been reading reviews of the event posted on the blogosphere (such as this glowing review featured on and it seems that the show was a hit with all who attended. I would of loved to of been there but sadly could not due to intensely personal matters of geography.

Secondly there is the matter of International Talk Like a Pirate Day, which in line with my opening salutations is coming up this week on Wednsday the 19th of September. In preparation for one of my favorite alternative holidays, I have provided for ya'll short video introduction to the complex and versatile language of Pirate, produced by the Loading Ready Run crew, some of my favorite people on the internet.{Flash Required}

And finally a word to my UC heads in the audience, as well as any University students out there who start Fall semester in late September. As I'm sure all y'all are aware it is oftentimes cheaper to order your textbooks from online retailers than it is to buy them from your college bookstore. That said I have posted Amazon ads on this site for purchase of college textbooks and would greatly appreciate it if any of C'est La Vie's university bound readers would support the webcomic by purchasing their books from Amazon through our website. Thank you.

--- David


Today's the opening for my exhibit and I am nervous to the max. Last night Scott McCloud called saying that he has a lay over in New York and that he might actually show up to the opening.



First I'm going to congratulate Edouard's sister for giving birth to her first baby- a daughter- at 8 am yesterday. Also, congratulations Edouard for becoming an uncle for the 5th time.

Secondly, I'm going to pimp my show- "Infinite Canvas: Art of Webcomics" is opening at the Museum of Comic and Cartoon Art on Sept. 14th (this coming Friday). You should definitely try to see it- not just because I curated it, but also because we're going to have some wonderful works by Scott McCloud, from Penny Arcade, Sluggy Freelance, Narbonic, User Friendly, Something Positive, and more!

We're also going to have an opening reception for the exhibit this Thursday (Sept 13) at the museum, which starts at 7 pm. There will be a talk, you can meet me if you want, and my favorite part- refreshments (I hear that if we play our cards right, we might get Sam Adams to sponsor the opening). We're also talking about doing a silent auction for some webcomic original art/ digital prints (for those artists who donated pieces for fundraising). Everyone who attends also gets a small goody bag of sorts.

Admission to the opening reception is 10 bucks- unless you're a member of the museum, in which case it's 5.


David here...

Today, September 7, 2007 marks the 4th anniversary of

The comic strip has come along way in 4 years and to mark its progress I have thumbnailed every September 7th anniversary strip from 2003 to 2006 below.

Feel free to revisit some classic storylines, from C'est La Vie's halcyon early days, to 2005's Ax murderer storyline to 2006's Mons. Smokey's solo adventure in Las Vegas story arc.

2003      2004      2005      2006

--- David


Because people asked for a poster, I decided to test out the above image, Edvard Munch's The Scream done in the style of C'est La Vie for a small sized poster. You can get it at the shop!

I will be whipping out more designs in other sizes, and if there is anything any of you would like to see go up in the store, just drop me a line: jen_babcock(at)


Howdy ya'll David here...

I want to wish the all the (United States of) Americans in the audience a happy Labour Day.

While y'all are enjoying your BBQ, Hot Dogs and Turkey Burgers, please take a moment to reflect on the benefits and good things that our brothers and sisters in the labour movement past and present has brought our society, nice things such as the weekend

So on that note, I beseech y'all to remember that the workers control the means of production (except in post-industrial or command economies).

--- David