bottle

I don’t know about you but when I bottle up my emotions they turn into little… right, you get it.

Inktober Day 18 “Bottle”

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Inktober 2018 Day 15 (late)

October 16, 2018

weak

I’ve fallen way behind on Inktober. Been lugging a Feebleabler around for the past few days and he had weakened my resolve temporarily.

Inktober Day 15 “Weak” (late)

chicken

This was supposed to be an Inktober, but ran out of time to ink. So, it’s really more Inktober-ish.

The preliminary sketch for 5th day of Inktober.

repair

October 26, 2008

GRIM REEP-AIR

In times of vampires who ghoulishly scare,
of witches and pumpkins and monsters with hair,
It’s tough to come up with original fare,
so I reposted Frankie for this week’s “Repair.”

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For Illustration Friday’s word of the week, “Repair.”

unicorny toad

June 17, 2008

As the lovely, breezy Southern California Spring comes to and end and a crippling, eyeball melting Summer imposes itself upon a surprisingly, unsuspecting populace, the one saving grace just might be the unicorny toad.

Why, you ask?

Well, in addition to being cute as the dickens, unicorny toads provide a rather unique service. When the sun is at it’s highest, you will find scores of these little dudes hopping along Ventura Blvd., like mini Lords of the Dance, kicking up their little webbed feet and reaching unusual heights for such small creatures. This consequently works up quite a sweat for the unicornies, causing them to become all the more frantic, hopping and twirling, now, like crazed, whirling dervishes. During the frenzied high-hopping, their uni-horns become lodged in the eaves of surrounding office buildings. As they hang in the eaves, catching their collective breaths, sweat, which from unicornies, is quite sweet and cool, rains down on passersby, supplying them with an unexpected, refreshing spritz.

After this brief but welcome spritzing, the unicorny toads, having recovered a normal heartbeat, gently float back down to the sidewalk, where the whole process starts over again and continues until right before dusk.

I tell you, if it wasn’t for these wee critters, my lunchtime walks, in the summer, would be next to impossible.

fidget monster

May 27, 2008

Perhaps it’s because I have a snatchkee in a jar, a sneezle locked in the bathroom, a fretopus lodged in my throat and a furballoid running amok somewhere in my house, that I am having trouble concentrating today. My inability to concentrate became especially acute at work, during the afternoon budget meeting. I was terribly distracted and could not sit still for a second. Like a small child in church, I twitched, squirmed and fidgeted, while my boss and co-workers eyed me suspiciously… and really, who could blame them? I must have looked foolish.

I would have continued to blame my fidgety affliction on the stress of last week’s, monster-related events, had I not seen with my own eyes the true culprit. While I jerked, writhed, fiddled and pretended to take down notes, I noticed from the corner of my eye, in the mirror hanging on the wall near my desk, the unsettling shape of a figetus squirmelis, bouncing like a spring, on top of my head.

Oddly, no one else seemed to notice the creature tormenting me, only the effects . So during a lull in the conversation, I seized the moment. Excusing myself from the meeting, I raced out the door and bounded down the stairs to the parking garage. I scrambled to my car, squirmelis in tow and clumsily opened the door. Somehow, I was able to flick the agitated fidget monster from my head and into the back seat and slammed the door.

“Hooo boy,” I thought to myself, “the drive home is going to be interesting. I hope figetus squirmelises like listening to NPR.”

Things to do Today:

1. Apologize to the kitties, as I’ve been blaming them for all my clothing and furniture being completely covered in hair and fur.

2. Pick up industrial sized lint roller at corner store.

3. Make appointment with psychiatrist.