Archive for January, 2012

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The sinus infection had taken a turn…

January 30, 2012

Today I discovered two interesting things:

Firstly, drawing a disembodied nose  that looks like a nose is difficult.

Secondly, drawing a disembodied nose that doesn’t look like something you would see in crude graffiti is even more difficult.

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Some rolling pins are less efficient.

January 27, 2012

My wife is a wonderful cook.  She makes almost everything we eat from scratch.  Soups, stews, rolls, cookies, breads, jellies, lasagna, pies, refried beans, pizza, cakes, biscuits, manicotti, kringle, and anything/everything else.

I hope nothing ever happens to her.

We can’t afford a chef.

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In later life he was known as Paunchy Villa.

January 25, 2012

This marks my 250th post here on WordPress!  It has also been almost exactly two years since I first began this blog.  Here are the last two years and 250 posts worth of blog stats:

  • 1            time “Freshly Pressed”
  • 82         different visitor countries of origin
  • 275       cartoons have been shared
  • 765       comments have been left
  • 824       individuals have subscribed
  • 3,252    visitors came on the busiest day
  • 46,981  reposts/likes on Tumblr for my broccoli cartoon

Thank you to everyone who has (and continues to) visit, comment, and generally boost my ego.

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This suitcase is more literal than most.

January 20, 2012

Whew.  It was quite a week and I’m glad it’s the weekend.  I plan on sleeping in, lazy afternoons, and plenty of doing whatever I want!

Oh, wait.

I have small children.

Forget the original plans and 3D Beauty and the Beast it is!

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The world of competitive sideburns demands…

January 18, 2012

I don’t know if there actually is a world of competitive sideburns.  I’m going to assume there is because there are so many ridiculous pseudo-sports out there.  In terms of interest, I would rank competitive sideburns just below hot dog eating and just above curling.

Sorry Canada.

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Don’t use punch bowls for bowl cuts.

January 16, 2012

When I was young, my haircuts always alternated from bowl cuts to buzz cuts depending on the season.  This wasn’t because either were particularly stylish, it was simply because my Dad cut the hair in our house.

His tools were simple: one electric clippers, one neck duster, and an ancient pair of thinning shears.

The shears were a relic from the 30’s (last sharpened pre-WWII), the electric clippers were actually intended for dog grooming, and the neck duster had stiffened with age to the point that it felt less like bristles and more like a wire paint stripper.

Ah, the memories.

Not exactly fond memories, but memories nevertheless.

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The cost of extra socks outweighs the…

January 14, 2012

This week I realized something about myself.

As I get older my socks are getting longer.

When I was a teenager, I wore those really short running socks that are virtually invisible when wearing shoes.  In college, I preferred slightly longer ankle socks.  In my mid-to-late-twenties it was crew socks.  Currently, I wear mid-calf hiking socks that are dressy enough to match my daily shirt and slacks outfits.

If I’m not careful, I may find my eighty year-old self staring at a drawer full of Renaissance-style tights.