I sometimes have these disheartening meetings at work where I'm passionate about a position and then lose to the "we-say-so" brand of argument. When you're passionate about anything, you set yourself up for pains when your position does not prevail. This was one of those situations. (Sorry for being so cryptic--I do that too often on here.)
I really liked the pointed-headed purple guy. I have hopes that he'll become a recurring character representing all that's unknowledgeable and unfortunately powerful in the world. He's a Dilbert character at heart.
It's been a couple of days since Button's surgery, and she's on the mend. Julie is still worried about how her stitches will heal, but there's only so much inactivity these dogs can handle before going crazy. Right now, they're probably running around the couch biting each other in a wrestling match. Good for them! (That is, until all Button's stitches pop out and she has to wear that silly collar cone for fourteen days.)
A big pile of money! What could be better? Oh, yes, integrity. Don't worry, I didn't give up my integrity for the big pile of money. It just feels that way sometimes. It's my art dreams verses reality. Sometimes I get them confused as I don't truly know what's important in my life. The truth probably is that neither are important, and trying to find the meaning of importance is a fool's errand.
The dogs woke us up at 5:30am this morning. Not sure what they were barking at, but we had a rough morning. The week is drawing to a slow end with rainy nights and sunny evenings. We don't have much planned for the weekend. Hopefully that will change.
It snowed. Again. I'm working from home today as I watch the plows push the snow from my window. Did you see the snowman on top of sewcrates.com? I really should draw more headers. I'm so lazy.
This was a work doodle. I was impressed by my wound-drawing skills. I don't remember the context, but I'm sure it had something to do with getting beat up and not getting support from management. Shocking!
This has nothing to do with today's news (I'm fine for now). I was angry over something much smaller and more petty when I drew it. That's me: Mr. Petty Angry Guy.
As always, this is a timely drawing. I tell you when I go out of order, and this was the next doodle in my queue. I'm beginning to believe in the incredible psychic powers of my doodles.
Update: It occurred to me after I posted this that I did push a doodle earlier in the week to break up my negative doodles. Some may argue I had insider information about today's news. This may raise serious questions about my claims of psychic powers. I guess it all depends on what the word "argue" really means.
Another work doodle. I drew many of these while I contemplated changing positions at work. This one was after I accepted the offer. It's amazing how irreplaceable I thought I was and how quickly I was replaced. I think that's true for most people.
It's an early Sunday morning and I'm planted in the bucks of stars. I finished up some lingering work and I wanted to write. Wanting and doing have no correlation for me these days. It’s been like that since the Marathon. In previous years I would blame it on the Marathon sucking all creative juices from me. This year, however, I realized I didn’t write before or after the Marathon. It seems the Marathon did its job to at least get me to write for a month.
This was drawn awhile ago during the Borg's dreaded announcements. It was too soon to post back then. Luckily I have a long queue to protect me from the currentness of events.
Half my weekend was stolen by a late-afternoon Saturday headache caused by a trifecta: rapid change in temperature, no caffeine, and too much Naginata after too little exercise. I rebounded Sunday, thankfully. Between my headaches and our other activities, we managed to clean the dogroom floor. Now, if only we could convince the iggies not to mess it up again.
The politics of work and life. This was a productive weekend writing-wise. Not so much for doodling. I'll get back to it this week as the weather finally breaks.
The hits just keep on coming! (With a bat, that is.)
By request (hi, Kelly and Kelly's kids!). I particularly like how the dogs look. They're very cute if a bit smelly.
The Seattle winter weather has returned: rainy and fifties. Most of the icicles have melted on our fountain except for the bottom bowl, which is still partly frozen. I turned on the pump this morning but nothing happened. I'm hoping that it works once it completely melts. Otherwise I'll have to put on my toolbelt and start afixing. Or call someone. Definitely the latter.
What's with the beautiful Mondays? We could have used a bit of this sunshine over the weekend.
Back to my normally scheduled queue.
As I left work yesterday, the warm rain smelled of Spring. I want to thank Winter this year. She has been quite mild.
A beautiful weekend followed by a too-soon Monday. I dropped Julie off at the airport for a visit to Dallas. Three whole days alone. Very the scary.
. . . from the heat. And they're not doing a terribly good job of it. The unseasonably hot weather is descending on Seattle. I know it's bad form to complain when NYC wallows in triple digits. But that's what I do: complain about the weather.
This Horrible was based on a Justice League cartoon, with a wonderful art style, a strong beginning, and a boring, drawn out conclusion. For that reason I won't bother linking to it. Western cartoons are missing humor. I used to think it was annoying and childish in the Japanese animes. Now, when I see a cartoon without it, I miss the personality it provides to the story.
