Men Would Shave If Women Stopped Shaving

When you work from home, which typically means you don't have many social interactions, it is easy to let some of your normal daily personal up keep and hygiene practices slide.  So just about every week is some form of No Shave with no excuse other than being lazy.

 I'm sure this Movember or No Shave November thing is not popular with the ladies, in general.  Most women don't really care for facial hair.  It just makes most guys look sloppy and aged.  For the younger males, who are just getting there first few whiskers, they mostly look like they have dirt on their face.  My red headed, 18 year old son, for example, has a spotty, thin hint of facial hair and really just looks like he has red clay stains on his face (since we live in the red clay state that is highly probable).

I'm sure this whole thing of not shaving in November to raise awareness for prostate and testicular cancers, both strictly male issues, was a response to the wear pink to raise awareness for breast cancer.  The wear pink thing some how successfully infiltrated great male bastions of maleness like football and NASCAR, and men didn't like it.  In football it has trickled all the way down to the pee-wee level of football.  Little boys wearing pink socks to play football.  Kids so young they won't understand the thrill of a boob grope for another 8-10 years.  How could this of happened?

One thing for sure, the No Shave November will come to a screeching halt if women start setting their collective razors aside and let the forest of hair take over their legs, pits and nether regions.  Maybe guys need to just adopt a color for the cause.  How about some shade of green, the typical color a guy turns when your nuts have been kicked or your prostate squeezed.

Myself Getting The Best Of Me, Where Was I

 I've got multiple balls in the air right now and not really in the mood to wow you with my stinging wit and deep insights.  So enjoy these couple of pages from my sketch pad.

Who am I kidding?  I'm the only one reading this.  I don't get the impression, hell evidence, that anyone else is reading my blog.  It is like what I do most of the time when I'm by myself...I talk and carry on elaborate conversations...just with me.  That's what this blog has become, just more of me talking to myself.  I see so many other blogs out there that have

engaged followers.   One's that comment and add to the blogger's dialog.  A lot of the comments that have been posted on my blog are posted by me.

So I guess if I don't want to talk to myself or if myself doesn't want to hear from me, it is up to me to Shut the Fuck UP!!!!
Myself starts whispering in the back of my head, "then just shut up."
"Okay, Okay...I hear you loud and clear.  It's not like I have nothing to do!", responds Me.
Myself barks back, "THEN STOP TYPING!!  JUST STOP!"
"It's like I can't.  I have to respond, I can't let Myself have the last word.", says Me
"Idiot!", retorts Myself, "Your just a sad little idiot."
"Well Fuck you too, you self absorbed, control freak!!", Me shouts as he clicks save and publishes the blog post.

Where the hell was I during all this?

Evolution of a Greeting Card - Buy Christmas Cards Now

Above from left to right is the progression of the birth of a greeting card.  It started with a simple request for a card to provide congratulations to someone who has their wedding schedule for New Year's Eve.  So a rough sketch of an idea was made.  Essentially this is just getting the visual in my head to the paper to see how it looks.  I like the concept so I roughed up a sketch in non-photo blue to establish placement and scale.  I did a couple of these before settling on this one.  Then I ink over the rough with a dip pen and India ink.  This gets scanned in, cleaned up and color and dialog elements were added in Photoshop to create the final image.  You can buy this greeting card at One Guy Drawing Cards.

Don't forget to check out the Christmas cards.  Click on the tab at the top of the blog to see the whole collection.  

The 2013 Halloween Costume