Easter Bunny Prepares to Kick Santa's Ass

Beware the psycho Easter Bunny. Just an idea I'm playing with as an alternative to the Christmas card I failed to do last year. I figured at least one card per over commercialized Christian holiday should keep in good standing.

Working Out, Working Hard, FUCK LUCK!

I used to work out a lot..."use to"..at one point it was so much a part of my identity my friends would kid me that in my baby's crib I'd place a Wall Street Journal and little dumb bells. Working out is another one of those things that regularly dig at me, as something I should take back up, but I'm confounded by the lack of time. And if I ever attempt to allocate time to it, I stress that I'm not using that time to make money. MAKE MONEY....it haunts every waking moment. It's not so much that I'm money hungry, hell, I out grew that years ago, to the point I don't even dream big dreams anymore. Sad but true. I've never seen enough consistent success to believe big dreams are obtainable. I've always been a hard worker...I've learned hard work doesn't count for much if you don't have some luck. I have no luck. Maybe I should adopt a new mantra...FUCK LUCK! It's not about you it's about ME! Okay, there I go again, getting all negative...deep breath, thank happy thoughts, happy, happy, happy....

Old Fashioned Guy, Looking For Old Fashion Media

I really like the more organic look of hand drawn, hand inked cartoons. Something I've notice as more comics are being only shown on computers via the internet is they the comic is also being completely drawn on the computer. It just feels cold. I really like the feel of ink applied with nibs or brush, but it is a hard skill to master if not done regularly. I have a tenancy to have a heavy had when I write or draw and that is not good for using anything but some type of pen. I was just scratching an itch and brought out the olde ink well here. Not real impressive in my opinion.

Idle Time, An The Dreams That Live There

I it obvious, to me at least, that I have some extra time on my hands, or at least willing to disconnect from the stress that is my normal life, because I rarely anymore have time to dream of actually marketing my cartoons again for profit. But that is exactly what I found myself doing today.

Do My Kids Think I'm A Sloutch?

I'm sure my kids have no idea what I do. If they don't see dirty clothes, sweat or some physical manifestation of work being done, I'm sure they think no work is done. But for all practical purposes, my entire career and value proposition is what is locked up in my head. I spend my day on the phone, in front of a computer, in my home office...many days I'll admit I get started in my robe and end the day in my robe.