It’s kind of ridiculous how these profound moments of my failures as a human being find me whenever the thought: “what’m I going to comick about this week, hmm” wanders into my brain. Mr. Universe, your inspiration burns with a timely kind of illumination. Yeesh.
I’m not a hardcore fan or anything, but will someone please explain to me why Spidey looks like a tick? I mean, really.
Just a spacey doodle I did this morning. Kissy th’ face!
I’m catching a break from my banner-mailer duties at work to send you darlings a quick doodle I did today:
“While I had my back turned cooking breakfast, my cat Merlin ate two pieces of raw bacon.”…
WELP, okay the bacon I did here isn’t raw, but crispy bacon as so much nicer to picture than the cold, limp truth. :3 I wanted to make another kitty doodle of Kira, another little sweetheart (with the biggest eyes EVAR), alas I didn’t have a lot of time. AHA! TOMORROW THEN!
That statement up there’s a lie. You could *probably* lure me into another club-bar joint if you waved free booze in my face. And promised me copious favors, hugs, and a sure ride home.
It’s kind of funny how just as I’m scratching my head for something funny to comick, the proverbial hand of heaven lands a timely wet one right on me. So to speak.
THANKS to Maurice for helping me figure out the coloring! HUGGIES! (not the diaper)
What? I like eating with YouTube and Ted talks on.
I need a bigger pay check.
At the risk of whining and wringing my sorry ass out to dry, I’m going to shut up and simply apologize for my lack of comics.
I will get my act together, I promise.