It’s true. Someone should really tell the folks who draw Japanese anime. Those cartoons just look creepy.
Archive for September, 2010
Our summer was terrible. It rained nonstop. From about May until September we had wet and cold weather nearly every day. Usually I fight dandelions and other invasive weeds in my lawn.
This year it was mushrooms. Mushrooms.
I recycle. I drive a fuel efficient vehicle. I buy locally grown and organic foods when possible. I have a compost pile to fertilize my garden. I even bring my own reusable grocery bags to the store.
You owe me, Mother Earth!
Let’s start with better summer weather.
About 8 years ago I had the chance to help someone who was raising chickens from eggs. I was present at the hatching of one of the baby chicks. When it emerged from the egg, I had to remove it from the group because it was unable to use one leg and was thus a target of the other, stronger chicks. I decided to see if it could survive with a little extra attention and care.
It didn’t just survive – it thrived. As it grew, it’s leg strengthened. More amazingly, it turned out this little chick was quite clever. In fact, I was able to teach it several tricks. It would come when called, sit and stay, and even play dead (lay on it’s back until I tapped it’s belly). Not bad for a chicken, eh?
My Father always had a mustache. Always. He grew it in his early 20′s and never shaved it again. It was always there – although the style changed a number of times. At one point he even waxed his mustache. He used the wax to curl his mustache at the ends in a manner similar to this fellow.
Although the “handlebar” mustache might not have been the most fashion-forward choice, at least my Father never waxed/curled his eyebrows.
When I sat down to draw this one earlier today, I started by drawing the same sad little man that usually shows up in these comics. Next, I took a second sticky note and put it on top of the drawing. Then I drew the skull and neck in the actual proportions needed to provide the original character with a believable support structure.
Why spend that much effort and time on something so trivial? I have no idea, but I’m pretty sure I can blame it on my parents. Or the government…
One winter, while in college, I found myself in need of a new coat. My girlfriend (now wife) and I headed out to a store with the word “coat” in it’s name. The first thing we saw upon entering the building was not coats, but rather a large sign. It read:
“This store no longer participates in the sale of clothing containing domestic pet fur.”
Several things ran through my mind.
- They should move this sign to face the exit rather than the entrance.
- Did they really need to use the word “pet?”
- I’m glad I didn’t need a coat last winter.
You may have noticed that there haven’t been any new posts in a few weeks. I’ve been a little busy. Busy with work. Busy with family. Busy, busy, busy.
Oh, and I killed a moose. That kept me busy too.
In case you have never seen a moose, let me tell you - they are large. Very large. It took me, two friends, and a bear to carry all the edible bits of this moose. It is hard work to carry your body weight over miles of rugged terrain. My friends and I split the meat evenly and will enjoy many meals this winter. The bear, on the other hand, was a bit greedy and ate everything he could get his paws on in one sitting.
Next year, we’re not inviting the bear.