Tuesday, January 22, 2008
I was hanging out with my kids on Sunday playing some drawing games (we do this when they aren't training to become lethal killing machines poised to resist as warrior soldiers on the front lines of a rebellion for freedom from the massive corporations that will someday seize control of our Western Democracy! F-You Jiffy Lube!), and another dragon scibble pooped out. I slapped it with some regular old kid paint (the kind you buy at the Dollar Store. F-You Dollar Store!). A moment in time, never to repeat. La dee da!
Hope all is well out there in the big wide world.
Friday, January 11, 2008
It's 2008 and I can't say I really feel all that different. I guess its another year further away from my childhood, which is a drag. I had a great Holiday break though. Mama Sony gave us all three days off so I got to spend a good week with my wife and kids...and you know what...clear of all the stress and work crap I think I actually still kind of LIKE my family! No shit...and I have this sinking suspicion that they may LIKE me aswell. Who knew. Makes me wonder why we bother getting all stressed out. I'd make a resolution to avoid all conflict and worry in 2008, but I think I would just get really worried about not getting worried and I'm sure I would blow the crud out of that resolution in the first week and find some way to blame my little girls for causing me to fret for the sake of a lousy test score, messy rooms, toilets clogged with Princess Lego, or the violation of my seventy pound manly dog with bubble gum sparkly lip stick...AND how can I not worry about my lovely wife and her constant need for attention and eye contact and conversation ....sheeesh....so much pressure. And work....WORK....I mean it's not like I'm marching off into a cole mine or I have to get up at four in the morning to put my arm into a cow's vagina to deliver a breach calf (the life I wanted when I was a kid...read James Herriot....It always makes me miss the smell of Bovine)...But somehow...that worry still creeps in. I guess that's life. Maybe my resolution is to not to worry about worry and just let the worry happen when it wants to happen and try not to worry about it. That, and of course, to stop being fat. Learn to like Rush because they're Canadian, and for some reason that matters. Eat organic. Read Chaucer. And try not to die.
Done and done. Well here are some more color sketches I worked on over the break. Almost through my first color sweep of this darn book! Hopefully have it finished up by Summer (2018). Anybody got any advice on where to find a good font?