Archive for April 2007
Seriously, best Easter ever. We might have done other stuff that Sunday as well, but see that middle panel–the one with the constant flow of mimosas–yeah, that’s where it was at. Well, the napping was good too. Yes, I’m sleeping on the floor on an air mattress, which was donated for use by my sister’s friend. Though it made farty noises when you moved around on it, it was quite comfortable. Mmm mimosas…
So, as you know from previous comics, kids like to stare. At me. And what better opportunity for them to do what they do best (beside tell the most random of random stories; e.g., “My uncle has a pet shark named Fifi and we play with the shark but sometimes the shark gets angry and flies away on a purple cloud and then the shark is gone but we miss the shark and my uncle is going to buy a new shark and I’m going to call it Pikachu cause wehavetocollectthemall.”) than here. But really, they weren’t that bad. They just stared a little too long, just enough to make someone feel uncomfortable. Must have been my beard hypnotizing them. I was going to draw on the chalkboard for ’em but we rans outs of times. Their loss.
I was trapped in there, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Probably from all the smelly perfume and scented candles. Oi. I had to escape! Thankfully, Starbucks was only a hop, skip, and walk-across-the-street away. When I returned, there was another dude in the store. Five-hundred and seventy-three women to two men. Those were the odds, but I no longer cared. For I had my hazelnut frapp (coffee-based! mmm!) and nothing could take it away from me.
What? It’s a restaurant. You stay classy, America.
In actuality, I had the salmon there. Our waiter seemed on the verge of an emotional breakdown and he eventually gave us some other table’s bill (which would have been cheaper!). The food was yummy, and as you can see I spend a good portion of my day thinking about food. Ah, thoughts. Anyways, don’t be scared of human body parts. I’m going to open a new line of homemade Italian restaurants and call them Sausage and Meatballs. I can already hear my bank account rising…
My mother is allergic to cats. My sister has a cat. She’s actually a lot fluffier than I drew her above. The cat, I mean. Not my mother or sister. Anyways, the poor thing was very scared of us at first but by the end was sleeping right next to my stinky shoes. Bless her heart! I want a cat. A big fat one. Someone get me a cat for my birthday!
So, a big thing in Arizona–possibly elsewhere too yet this is the first time I’ve come across such a thing–is stroller exercising. A bunch of Moms gather with their kids in their strollers, form a solid line something akin to the Rohirrim massing against the Dark Lord’s army, and go to it. When the pack’s leader says “Go!” they push forward and will not stop for anything in their way. Luckily, I was able to move at just the last moment, but man oh man was it close.
I hate drawing cars. I gave up caring about drawing cars by the middle panel. Oh well? Still, the abundance of white trucks, punchbuggies, and Hummers in Arizona was astounding. Couldn’t be on the road for less than five minutes without seeing at least two out of three. I’d originally began the trip with keeping score of how many punchbuggies I’d seen but soon lost count by the second day. But if I’d have been truly playing, someone would have had a ton of bruises.