Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Sunday Night Sketch: Father's Day Edition
Every year since 2005 (which you can find the birth of here if you look for it) I've been making a "Songs for Dad" mix CD. Here's the cover for this year's, done lovingly and appropriately, in the last minutes of father's day as he sketched things out on his guitar:
This year was a team up with sis, as she was having the same epiphany. So we ended up with a double disc dad-a-polooza. My offerings have become far more.. daring shall I say? And my sis offers up the hidden gems only she can unearth.
And as to my own darling fruits of my loins?
Well, let's see. Last night as all were settled in bed and listening to the evenings story, without warning or provocation the younger monkey decided to stand up on the couch, and with a zeal only glimpsed upon previously, proclaimed "LET'S GET NAKED!" At which point he removed his underwear and flung it across the room. I have never seen anyone revel in this accomplishment that much. Ever. As he paraded his glory out for all to behold, I also couldn't get clothes or sense into him for the next five minutes. Elder monkey was not much help as he was hysterically rolling on the floor with giggles.
Standard protocol, really.
This year was a team up with sis, as she was having the same epiphany. So we ended up with a double disc dad-a-polooza. My offerings have become far more.. daring shall I say? And my sis offers up the hidden gems only she can unearth.
And as to my own darling fruits of my loins?
Well, let's see. Last night as all were settled in bed and listening to the evenings story, without warning or provocation the younger monkey decided to stand up on the couch, and with a zeal only glimpsed upon previously, proclaimed "LET'S GET NAKED!" At which point he removed his underwear and flung it across the room. I have never seen anyone revel in this accomplishment that much. Ever. As he paraded his glory out for all to behold, I also couldn't get clothes or sense into him for the next five minutes. Elder monkey was not much help as he was hysterically rolling on the floor with giggles.
Standard protocol, really.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
12 of 12 ~ June '08 Edition
A rainy summer day, in accordance with the task set forth by Chad Darnell to document 12 pictures on the 12th day of the month. Isn't that swell?
08:17:07
Essential components in the appropriate compartment (of my vehicle).
13:06:40
I don't know where she came from, although I may have known her former master, but she appeared on top of my computer one day and never left.
13:08:54
The greeter. And we'll take all the luck we can get.
13:32:52
Usually, I'm in the process of looking for what's right in front of me.
13:35:28
From the desk of El Scooby. Don't you touch my banana!
13:41:11
"She'll order something called.. a salad. And he'll get a big piece o' meat. And well, ladies and gentlemen, I don't know if it's love..."
18:56:37
At some point the elder monkey's hair turned blue. But really it was more like Joker Green. When asked about a shade of purple for his own, younger monkey replied "No! I don't like it!"
19:12:30
How it's done proper.
19:19:41
The rains came down and out came all the little suns from their hiding places.
19:58:54
Plastic and glass don't rust (the way nails do).
19:59:28
The vast expanse of one's window sill is enough for at least a trail or two.
21:48:16
Hands, feet, up, down, shoulders? Must work. Banishment to the bouncy bed.
08:17:07
Essential components in the appropriate compartment (of my vehicle).
13:06:40
I don't know where she came from, although I may have known her former master, but she appeared on top of my computer one day and never left.
13:08:54
The greeter. And we'll take all the luck we can get.
13:32:52
Usually, I'm in the process of looking for what's right in front of me.
13:35:28
From the desk of El Scooby. Don't you touch my banana!
13:41:11
"She'll order something called.. a salad. And he'll get a big piece o' meat. And well, ladies and gentlemen, I don't know if it's love..."
18:56:37
At some point the elder monkey's hair turned blue. But really it was more like Joker Green. When asked about a shade of purple for his own, younger monkey replied "No! I don't like it!"
19:12:30
How it's done proper.
19:19:41
The rains came down and out came all the little suns from their hiding places.
19:58:54
Plastic and glass don't rust (the way nails do).
19:59:28
The vast expanse of one's window sill is enough for at least a trail or two.
21:48:16
Hands, feet, up, down, shoulders? Must work. Banishment to the bouncy bed.
Monday, June 02, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Friday, May 23, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
12 of 12 ~ May '08 Edition
07:48:42
The bus is on time, which means I am running behind schedule. (Run, monkey, run!)
08:11:58
Suddenly, the route to work unexpectedly passed through the portal of oaks that emerges out of nowhere and then seemingly disappears again.
08:58:46
The postage for a letter rises one cent today to finally reach the number that is the secret to life the universe and everything. It has no excuse to go up any longer.
10:27:20
Oh, right, grub. I'm quite sure I've taken this photo already, but you can never have too many of one stuffing their faces.
13:07:08
Trying to get into a new habit. Everyday for lunch I draw instead of eat. It's nourishment of a different kind.
21:07:36
Box No. 10 was glad to take the required funds.
21:08:02
And then suddenly a dolphin flew overhead out of nowhere. They tend to do that in Florida.
21:23:25
Content blue stockings dwell here.
21:27:08
Tired and hungry, the four friends sleep deeply to recharge for the next days' quest.
21:40:31
There's a UFO in my kitchen. See.
21:44:03
Mom's sprouts are growing beyond all expectations. I thought perhaps it was the ice maker in the fridge making strange noises in the middle of the night. Now I realize the alfalfa is plotting.
21:50:58
To my horror, the giant mushroom spewed spores that ravaged the minds of my faithful followers. And then they killed me. There's not much to be done against a raging herd of zombie pikmin.
Be sure to go to Chad Darnell's blog to see all the other people around the world taking 12 pictures on the 12th of every month. And play if you can. There's always time to play.
The bus is on time, which means I am running behind schedule. (Run, monkey, run!)
08:11:58
Suddenly, the route to work unexpectedly passed through the portal of oaks that emerges out of nowhere and then seemingly disappears again.
08:58:46
The postage for a letter rises one cent today to finally reach the number that is the secret to life the universe and everything. It has no excuse to go up any longer.
10:27:20
Oh, right, grub. I'm quite sure I've taken this photo already, but you can never have too many of one stuffing their faces.
13:07:08
Trying to get into a new habit. Everyday for lunch I draw instead of eat. It's nourishment of a different kind.
21:07:36
Box No. 10 was glad to take the required funds.
21:08:02
And then suddenly a dolphin flew overhead out of nowhere. They tend to do that in Florida.
21:23:25
Content blue stockings dwell here.
21:27:08
Tired and hungry, the four friends sleep deeply to recharge for the next days' quest.
21:40:31
There's a UFO in my kitchen. See.
21:44:03
Mom's sprouts are growing beyond all expectations. I thought perhaps it was the ice maker in the fridge making strange noises in the middle of the night. Now I realize the alfalfa is plotting.
21:50:58
To my horror, the giant mushroom spewed spores that ravaged the minds of my faithful followers. And then they killed me. There's not much to be done against a raging herd of zombie pikmin.
Be sure to go to Chad Darnell's blog to see all the other people around the world taking 12 pictures on the 12th of every month. And play if you can. There's always time to play.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Friday, May 09, 2008
Thursday, May 08, 2008
Lunchbox Sketch
I'm going to try and do some live sketching everyday at lunch on ustream.tv around 1PM EST.
This forces me to take a break and NOT think about work for an hour.
It seems we have a big scary fish on the menu today. I don't like seafood but there it is.
UPDATE: Or a screaming blue cow. Whichever you prefer.
This forces me to take a break and NOT think about work for an hour.
It seems we have a big scary fish on the menu today. I don't like seafood but there it is.
UPDATE: Or a screaming blue cow. Whichever you prefer.
Thursday, May 01, 2008
And So It Was Written
Somehow I haven't written a scrap of a word here in the month of April. For that matter March was a lost cause as well.
Since March had at least a sporting chance, I'll blame April. April ate all my words. Bad, April, bad. Come on now, spit them back out. All of them. Don't make me use my "I mean it or else..." voice.
Yes, even the one's you've got hidden in your cheeks that you are saving for later.
Now go to bed and don't come back for another 11 months. What AM I going to do with that darn April. So uppity, so full of... I see you! To bed. NOW.
Okay, fine you can have a glass of water first.
If you'll excuse me I must give all these words a good scrubbing down by the river and hang them out to dry for a while. Hopefully they still fit.
Since March had at least a sporting chance, I'll blame April. April ate all my words. Bad, April, bad. Come on now, spit them back out. All of them. Don't make me use my "I mean it or else..." voice.
Yes, even the one's you've got hidden in your cheeks that you are saving for later.
Now go to bed and don't come back for another 11 months. What AM I going to do with that darn April. So uppity, so full of... I see you! To bed. NOW.
Okay, fine you can have a glass of water first.
If you'll excuse me I must give all these words a good scrubbing down by the river and hang them out to dry for a while. Hopefully they still fit.
Saturday, March 01, 2008
Sketch o' the Day ~ Voyage of the Smog Trudger
Click to enlarge.
Progress:
Shortly after the navigator was thrown overboard for mumbling about their fearless leader reeking of 500 year old sea serpent poodoo, the young recruit began to reconsider his career options when Momar the Fabulous Pygmy Warlord then decided to take the "shortcut" through the boiling Sea of Blorffengurving.
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