So deliriously happy.

Forgive me.
If I have even a moment to spare I will try and put up some entertaining doodles.
But otherwise, just assume business will resume January 3rd.

On the last day, Dad and I ended up at the Grove (looking to enjoy it's famous Farmer's Market and it's many delectable food carts.)

We wandered the mall a bit and found ourselves in a Crate and Barrel.

Where we may have broken this chair.

Allegedly.

The next day was spent at Hollywood and Highland.  There you can see the Chinese Theater and the myriad of hand prints laid down by stars over the years.

My favorite was that of one Humphrey Bogart.

A fabulous, fabulous man.
(And if you're young and have no idea who I'm talking about, as some of my surrounding peers that day clearly made evident, FORESHAME.  
Go avail yourself with some cinema history.)

I believe you were promised pictures of afore mentioned trip.

And so, here you are.

The first day of my Thanksgiving ventures was spent at Universal Studios.

Jurassic Park is only one ride I will not do, and am permanently glued to the sidelines for at Universal Studios:

 

You can see my father demonstrating why: 

 

But it's also nice to get these pictures just before everyone's disembarked:

 

(Bring's a smile to your face just lookin' at it, don't it?)

Of course, they all did the log ride with the expectation that they could dry up in the fires of the Backdraft Tour.  Which, as we found out only minutes later, is being renovated with a new attraction.  And I would be remiss if I didn't say somewhere here that that new attraction is TRANSFORMERS.
(My little nerdy heart just burst.)

A little late, this one is.
But the message is as true now as it was when I typed it.

And the reason it's late is because I spent the day playing at Universal Studios Hollywood.
I'll have some pictures for y'all next week.

Until then, have a most excellent weekend!

Amazingness!

I know for a fact that I am not the only one to have completely blanked their own name.

It's just particularly funny to me though, not only because hesitating makes me look like I'm making stuff up, but also because I do on occasion give a false name. 
(It's a mercy thing, cashiers have a really hard time with 'Meredith'.)

...

That book was one of the single most depressing things from my childhood and I am constantly attempting to repress the memory.
To this day I cannot read it.

These people obviously hate children.

God.
What is happening to my life?
...

It's not.
But SuGAH Bomb is.

But let's be frank.
This can, in no way, become a reality.
Ignoring the fact that I'm athletically challenged, it should also be mentioned that I am a frail, fragile, delicate flower.
And they would crush me.

Couch Cat says:

I'm still recouping from Tucson Comic.Con so you'll have to contend yourself with this.

...

Ahhh...
Nothing like sleeping on the warming glow of one's lightboard.

Yep.

I'm eating so much chocolate.

That song is kinda the anthem of my life right now.
Every time I'm staring down a pile of work, it plays through my head.
And then I occasionally find myself marching to it.
...

I have no idea why I find this so funny.


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I am so.
So, so,
So, so, so.
Tired.

And I think Immagosleepnow.

Oh.
And I love my dogs.

bleh

Where are all the ghost stories?
Like, seriously.
I'm tired of all the slashers.
I want atmospheric creeps.

And legit ghost stories.  (I know, I know.  Kinda oxymoronic.  What I mean is, I want ghost stories told by real people.  I like those better than scripts.)

...
But if any of you are also trooping for those atmospheric creeps, you may want to check out Fuan no Tane (Seeds of Anxiety).  It's a great collection of super short ghost stories.  I read the whole series last night.

And slept with the lights on.

Oh...
I am a lost cause.

And it's not like I have some huge extra chunk of time on my hands.
But this has been weighing on me a long time (obviously).
And I should probably strike while the iron's hot again.

...yeah.
Sigh.

Giddy.

If the thought occurs-
-then I cannot ignore it.

I'm kinda, sorta, really weak-willed against my impulses.

...

Here's how to tell when I'm hungry in two easy steps.
First, check to see what time it is.
Done?
Good.
I'm hungry.

That's it.
Assume I am always hungry.
Because it's more or less true.

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Ugh.
I don't even think I got halfway through.
Much props to the people who actually finished a 24 hour comic (or even a 12 hour one)

I just couldn't do it.

Oh wow.
Super-sized.

I kept trying to think of a way to do this strip without needing to double my panels, but it just didn't work.

But seriously, my dogs, who vacuum food at every opportunity, would not eat it off the floor when it really counted.

It's practically the only thing they can do for me these days.
And they refused to do it.

Bah.
Bah bah bah.

Of the things I could talk about with this post, I will choose to talk about the wonderfulness that is Bolognese Sauce.
It's sorta like a sloppy joe with vegetables and wine mixed it.

It's also HEAVEN.

I...
...cannot stop eating it.
You're supposed to enjoy it with spaghetti, but I could honestly care less.
In fact, I think they only add spaghetti to the mix to keep you from gorging solely on the Bolognese Sauce.
Which, I imagine, holds no health value at all.

So.  Cute.
And because she's a Shar Pei, she's got all this extra flab that makes her slide when she's sleeping on your lap and you shift.
So. Cute.

Ohhh...
... so super badly.
I'm going shopping Fridayish-Saturdayum.
But even then, my options are limited.

Bah.

Why?!
Why do cats do that?

My heart is broken.
I liked my giant bin trash receptacle.

But what really bums me out is that I know that this is just the first step to getting rid of our alleyways.

I live in Arizona.
More pointedly, I live in Central Phoenix.
Our parks are dry and empty.
We don't have forests.
Alleyways are the only place I know of here in the city, where things can be overgrown and intimate.
It's a very accessible natural wilderness, where I can feel alone in the middle of a city.
I like that.
And I will weep when they're gone.

Some days, all you can do is empty that inbox.

I have to laugh about how sketchy that last panel makes me look.
It was actually a Dr. Sketchy's Anti-Art School life drawing session.
And corsets with stockings just happened to be the chosen costume.
(It's usually up to the model).

Much fun was had.

A highly entertaining interview.

Yesterday, was a day of plumbing.
Today is a day of life drawing and booze.
Because that's how I order my life.

Oh, the things I've seen.

Selling chocolate is legitimately my other job.
Is it any surprise?

Someone told me once that "Scraps" was just like "Cathy."
I don't know how to feel about that in particular, but I can honestly say I have never felt that that was more true then today, posting this.
...
I may have to rebel against myself.

I got nothing.

Forgive me.

Is there a name for someone who's just an unintentional asshole?
Because my dogs qualify.
I know they don't mean to be.
But it still stands that they are.

Here.

It was AWful.
But I'm all better now.

Yup.

ORRR...
It could be really awesome.
Either way, it's worth doing.