August 26, 2011
August 24, 2011
August 22, 2011
August 15, 2011
I am sleepy 90% of the time, according to my family. When really tired, I start to act like a drunk person and just let all my weird loose on the people around me. It usually involves repeating words, forcibly snuggling Alex, and giggling. Oh, the giggling.
I cannot function without 10 hours. I don't know why, but it makes me feel sick.
August 10, 2011
August 9, 2011
After moving the cats to our new house on Saturday, August 6th, I noticed Alice had a wet cough and was breathing strangely. We took her to the emergency vet, who said that the stress of the move must have aggravated her heart defect because her lungs had filled halfway with fluid. Due to the chronic nature of her heart, the extreme expense of the available treatment, the lack of assurance that she wouldn't relapse, and the hardship of lifelong medication, we chose to let her go.
She was our baby, our kitten, and one of the sweetest kitties I've ever known. As Alex put it, "She fit so much kitty into her short life."
I wanted to draw something for her like I did for Smokey, but I couldn't. Everything I drew seemed too sad.
We are currently grieving.
NOTE: I have previously-drawn comics that feature Alice, several of which are scheduled to post over the next few weeks. Please don't be confused by them. We want to remember all the good, adorable, funny moments that Alice has given us and hope that she can bring you some measure of the joy she brought us.
August 6, 2011
I hate dog poop. Our city has a problem with people not picking up after their dogs. When the spring thaw comes, you're sure to find at least 2 or 3 piles of dog poop -- right in front of our duplex -- perfectly preserved from the first freeze of the winter months.
However, TODAY is the day we move into our brand new owned-by-us house! And our neighbors aren't freaks who don't care about their crappy neighborhood because most folks there are homeowners instead of renters!
August 5, 2011
August 4, 2011
I am an INCREDIBLY creepy person.
There have been some long-standing arguments among our friends about who Alex belongs to. All four of the depicted contenders are straight men. (The last two even have wives.) But after Tom (#4) said Alex was his, I suggested a contest where I throw all four of Alex's greatest admirers into a pit with only one weapon and let them battle it out.
I'm thinking lightsaber and that I'll kill the winner and take Alex for my own (which is why I look like I'm plotting something evil).
When Alex gets home from his work trip and sees this, he'll be either amused or creeped out but hopefully both. ^-^
August 2, 2011
August 1, 2011
A parody of my NOCCA writing teachers. My class said Mr. R sounded like Agent Smith from The Matrix, so I drew this.
Beatle Guy's Penny:
My brother had a college friend who looked like The Beatles. All of them. He was also a very sweet, quiet, unassuming guy. The kind you just want to hug, or adopt, or sneak into your pocket to pull out when you're feeling down.
One day Jon and his friends were walking and Beatle Guy found a penny. Beatle Guy mused on it as the other guys chatted and then said: "You know, I bet people take a penny and put it between their butt cheeks for a few hours and then leave them on the ground for someone to pick up."
I think if my brother's brain could have exploded, it would have.