Sunday, November 29, 2009

November 23-26, 2009

Have you ever tried to cut a seventeen inch bristol page with a twelve inch ruler?
Downright mindnumbing.

And that's not all an eighteen inch ruler is good for.

It also hits things.

I suspect at times, that my mental maturity is stunted at age twelve.
And never will it move from that spot.

I really was quite proud of myself actually....

My friends, I have ridden the future and it is AWESOME.
It seems a bit intimidating at first.
But it pretty much becomes intuitive in about, oh, five minutes.
And it is fuuun.

Plus, I had my skull and bones helmet on for extra courage.
Who knows what would have happened without it.

I can hazard guess.

Flat on my back.
Wondering how that happened.

Thank god for the skull and bones helmet.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

November 16-18, 2009

When you go through bouts of self criticism, all you can do is pop open a can of whipped cream and hope for the best.
You gotta love that aerosol.

I love Christmas.
I mean seriously love Christmas.
From the moment my Thanksgiving dinner fork is put down I am in full jolly swing.
I dress the tree, wrap the presents, make the caramels, and so on. All to a merry soundtrack.

I also happen to think that listening to Christmas music, watching Christmas commercials, and seeing Christmas specials as soon as Halloween ends cheapens the whole experience substantially.

...I suppose by next week none of this will matter.

Looonnnggg day.
And nothing that was worth talking about, could be talked about.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

November 9-13, 2009

I completely underestimated how long inking was going to take.
But the socks were argyle, so everything was cool.

It's seasonal.
And it's food related.
I think that's as much as I can say.

This contract business wouldn't bother me so much if it weren't for the fact that this is a journal comic and working is a big chunk of time I can't use for material.
I guess my personal life is just going to have to get much more exciting.

I've actually heard of this happening to fish before.
They have something that works similarly to our inner ear; controlling balance and such.
Sadly, for some of them it occasionally malfunctions.

I can't imagine going through life upside down.
I wonder if it makes a difference.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

Sunday, November 1, 2009

October 25-27, 2009

I'm a hopeless case.

Its started to scab over now.
But I still have no idea how he managed to do that and it really bugs me.
I mean, how the hell did he rip out that itty bitty patch of fur?
What was he doing?

It was summer.
And then it wasn't.
It's set me back a bit.