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.

The Relentless Task Master...Box of Bills

Where I sit all day, just over my left shoulder in a cabinet, on a shelf is my box of bills.

You know those envelopes, that appear regularly in your mail, the ones for whom it seems to be the sole purpose for the continued life of your postal carrier. The constant reminder that your life, every waking moment, cost you something. I can almost hear it barking at me...anytime I take a pee break or stop for a moment and check an email..."HEY, YOU DOWN THERE, YOU NEED TO MAKE MORE MONEY. I'M TIRED OF BEING FULL ALL THE TIME!!" The Bill Box is the worst kind of boss...he is never satisfied no matter what I do, I will never be done.

HELLO! The Phone Has Been Around For How Long?

I must spend an inordinate amount of time listening to messages on the phone that are designed to tell me something but achieve nothing more than wasting my time. The problem is they are telling me something I already know. Really, do I need to be given verbal instructions on how to leave a voice message. I think after 30 years of voice mail being around we all know to leave the message after the BEEP! Why is it necessary to give me a step by step guide...just get to the BEEP. And those messages that tell you you've dialed an incorrect or non-working number....PLEASE, just get to the point. I don't need the number read back to me, I don't need you giving me advise that if I think they are wrong and I'm right then I should double check the number...DUH...why the hell wouldn't I do that anyhow, especially if I think I'm right. I realize I most likely hit a wrong key. If I get it wrong twice, I'm pretty comfortable accepting I have a wrong number. And when I call for someone, and that someone is not there, as in they will never be there because it is the wrong number, don't waste my time asking who the FUCK I am...what the fuck does it matter, I've dialed the wrong number!

Cat Dogs, Fish and Mouse...I Don't Even Like Drawing Animals