So… I went to Geekfight.

It’s always a treat to hang out with such lovely brains and booze. You learn something, AND get drunk. To my dear friends and team, you guys rock <3

Of course, there’s always a price to pay for boozing with geeks til the early morning on a Monday night…

A disclaimer: I made this comic at ass o’clock in the morning- just before getting whisked away to present our creative concept for a baby milk project (-that’s right. baby. milk.) I apologize for the poor sense of narrative and jabbing one liners. Hope you like it all the same!

Plain and simple.

Man… I could use one of those gooey chocolatey babies right about now. With cold milk. ARG.

I’ve been meaning to talk a little more about the new year, and how I really feel about 2010. I was looking forward to opening Cereal Sat ’10 with a bang; but as you can all plainly see, I haven’t done anything of the sort. Why? I haven’t had the will or organization to do it, talk about it, or even decide just what I really WANT out of the year (in feasible terms of course).

I’m good at WANTING things, but not very skilled in setting out to get it. I mean, I’m still jonesing for a cookie, aren’t I?

So… I just went ‘splooey…

Normally I’d have a short introduction before jumping straight into the thick of things, but in this case, I’m running late for dinner with Gizmo and meh tummy’s getting angry. Could use a drink- but ANYWAY. Here we go:

And you can too! Labo, tch.

Don’t understand a word I’m saying? Scroll down to number one here, or mosy on down to your nearest swanky bookstore and pick up a copy. It’s as hefty as the price tag, but trust me, it’s well worth your money. PEACE!

A peep to break the quiet

Hi all. I’m so sorry I dropped off the face of the earth- I should have at least mentioned that the CerealSat scanner I use belongs to the OFFICE… (sheepish chuckle)

Though, scanner excuses aside, I must admit I have been anything BUT productive this holiday. As soon as the break began, December just sucked me into a vortex of Christmasy shopping and turkey stuffing…

I’m still reeling.

For starters, I’m still trying to explain to my pudding belly why I’m not wearing my pj’s, not slumped in my sleepy kitchen, and not nibbling on queso de bola. Sigh. Happy New Year one and all. I know it may not show, but if you’re reading this, I love you. <3

Segue!

I’ve been wanting to do this for WEEKS. More accurately, I’ve been wanting to draw this out ever since this post. I just haven’t been able to since something more current and presumably more important keeps popping up. WELL. Last weekend I finally found the time. Pol Doble- this is for you. 🙂

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Originally, my lay out was another page longer with thigh slapping and butt wiggling action. (It was based on the post, although rereading it, the thigh slap bit doesn’t seem to be up anymore. Did you edit it, Pol? Or was it just an awesome dream?)

In any case, since my job seems so hell bent to kill me sometime during these last 4 days of work of 2009 one page is all I’ve got : ( I’ll try to find my groove and a pocket of time again, guys. Cheers!

Baby it’s cold INSIDE

Gog. Whoever’s in charge of our building’s thermostat must be a megalomaniac Yeti because it’s effin’ FREEZING today.

Originally, I was planning on finishing all my pages and setting them up in a massive post… But, ‘thing is that I’ve got my hands tied with deadlines Gog. Who’s a lame adult now? (angry face)

So continuity be damned, here’s the first page of Day 2:

IMAGE0002More to follow… More, and hopefully better work since I’m not very happy with this one. The text’s all over the place and all things considered, the narrative’s sloppy. : ( Boo hoo.

Gog. I’m beginning to wish I never set out to comick my Ad Cong experience. This is getting lamer by the day.