Archive for August 2007
Quick question: Did this comic take me 3 minutes, 5 minutes, 8 minutes, or 10 minutes to do?
Anyways, it’s been a slow week, right? Well, maybe less for some than others. By that I mean go congratulate TK42ONE and his wife on the latest addition to their family! Me? I didn’t have a baby this week. Just been doing the usual bits of writing and drawing. That’s still creating something though so, while you’re at it, congratulate me on being a father of my own little creations! Yeah!
No comic on Monday as I refuse to do any laboring on Labor Day. Anyone doing anything crazy over the weekend? I see myself cracking open one of the bottles of wine that I bought. That’s celebration enough.
See y’all Tuesday!
I have nowhere to go.
I live in New Jersey. Tell me of a place where I could drive to put on lots of miles while having a darned good time as well. Bonus points if it is a place that has a variety animals and rhymes with poo.
It’s still a bit surreal to me. The old house meandered on the market for nearly 18 months, and then when it sold it was a celebration of mixed emotions: relief, resentment, maybe a little regret. I know my parents are thrilled to be rid of the house, especially considering the burden it had become over the last few months. But I’ll miss the place. I didn’t start thinking about this at the beginning, no. Only now, with it truly in the hands of other folks, does it really seem to hit me. I used to (grudgingly) water the lawn; I used to live in the far top left bedroom, then moved to the larger one consisting of the right top two windows, and then only to move back to the small one when D came home; I once slipped on the front step after I missed seeing it covered in ice on winter; I used to find the grossest-looking mushrooms growing on that tree to the far left; I used to collect rocks from the driveway and keep them in a bucket in our garage; I used to have my friends over a few nights a week, so that we could play games and watch stupid TV shows upstairs; I used to record sappy songs and draw cartoons in a corner of my bedroom; I used to wake my father up for his graveyard shift at the casinos; I used to built forts out of pillows and chairs, and sleep in them for as long as my mother would allow me to; I used to race up the stairs with Bitsy at night (we were scared–and probably still are–of monsters); I used to fight off a late-night army of ants with D; I used to sleep till 3 in the afternoon on Saturdays; I used to have a lot of memories there.
No, I still do. Goodbye, old house. I probably won’t visit, but I’ll always think of you.
I watched the OLD Saved by the Bell episodes, too. You know, the ones with Miss Bliss and that girl Nicky or whatever. Way back when! Don’t focus too hard on my crappy ability to do caricatures, all right. I yam what I yam. By the way, it’s supposed to be Zach and Screech up there.
What’s a favorite television show that is still being syndicated nowadays and that you enjoy watching? I still really like Step by Step, Boy Meets World, and Home Improvement. Huh. Go figure.
Oh, and for those worried that I might’ve been ignoring you yesterday–I wasn’t. WordPress was being mega annoying, sending all my comments directly into spam zone where I could no longer retrieve them. Now I have to wait for Askimet, the official spam blocker of WordPress, to clear out its queue (awesome Scrabble word!) and see what is what.
For those with keen eyes, you’ll see that this is not the first time these Mother-God pushers have come up to me. I really have to wonder what it is that draws these people to me. Do I look like I need saving and redemption? So, now it’s happened twice. Once in the parking lot of Target and now inside Barnes & Noble. Inside. Next time, I swear, I’m just going to be polite, thank them kindly for asking, and tell them that I’m quite happy worshiping Beelzebub.
Oh, and happy Monday to y’all!
What do you want?
Whew, another weekend is upon us. This week felt extra slow for some reason. Maybe because it’s been nothing but rain, drizzle, cold, rain, drizzle, cold here in good ol’ Joisey. Eh, either way, I’m glad for the weekend to be here. I’ll be traipsing down the Parkway later for a fun two-hour drive to my parents. Then it is a cycle of eating, drinking, and sleeping. Well, there’ll be other stuff happening too, I’m sure. I’d eventually like to see one of these films: Stardust, Rescue Dawn, or The Borne Ultimatum. And drink wine.
Got any plans better than mine? Bring it on, and have a lovely weekend. 🙂
Yeah, I really didn’t want to draw anymore come those last two panels. Oh well. Still, an enjoyable game. Other curses that happened were: every time someone spoke they had to pretend they were being attacked by a swarm of bees, whenever someone clapped a person had to take a bow, whenever someone stood up someone had to yell out a pizza topping, and my favorite was someone having to pretend to talk through a police radio for the entire night. Good stuff. Just not with a lady trashed off a few Smirnoffs. Supposedly, she doesn’t remember being a drill sergeant or yelling at anybody. Oi.