Dysfunctional...

Hmm. Greek mythology. I love it. But I used to love it more before it sunk in how dysfunctional they were. And I mean that in the best way: *ahem* I'll never call my own family dysfunctional again with out really reflecting on the Olympians first.

Also, before I knew it, Ares was lookin' like Marvin the Martian, but that's actually totally fitting, really.

12,960,000 Seconds of Waiting

So, yeah...we're Twilight fans around here. And it's sad. But the upside is that we like the parodies even better--that's definitely a plus, huh?

Tired.

'nuff said.

Awkward Conversation

Politically Incorrect Moment . . .

Artist's disclaimer (see how it came first? *nervous glance around*): Marcelo and I were sitting down to watch 'Run Lola Run' the other night . . . and my inner-Loki came out. If I enjoy politically incorrect humor it's against my will (and living with Marcelo for nine years would push almost anyone's tolerance for politically incorrect humor beyond even the most staunchly set boundries). So, my inner-Loki took over my speech facilities and blurted out "Hah! Celao! Run Chola Run!" and we both were incapacitated by laughter for five minutes. And then my inner-Loki collaborated with my inner-Artist and . . .


. . . and here's the result: a parallel universe version of 'Run Lola Run' set in Cochabamba, Bolivia, with a cholita heroine and a thrilling climax in La Cancha. Oh, and a techno-cumbia score to back it up *smile*.

My Long Lost Friend Amanda

Amanda is a friend of mine who I haven't seen since High School. Though I don't have a clear visual memory of what she looked like, I have some strong and lasting impressions of her. She was sweet and graceful and was one of the first people I remember thinking of as lady-like. She seemed delicate but she had a inner core of strength and marched to her own tune in the face of peer pressure and peer snubbery. Thinking of her motivates me to honor my own nature; I'm grateful for the strength Amanda has given me, even through the distance of seventeen years and several states.

FRSA: Say Hello to My Little Friend!

David asked for a chibi of himself for his facebook profile...but he didn't necesarily opt to be in the comic...but Ernst had no problem so we figured we'd act first and ask questions later. Thanks, Ernst. Say hi to your momma for me.

FRSA: Whip It meets Juno?

There's a part of me that takes things very literally at times. It can be comical and it can be down right sad.

Special thanks to Marcelo for letting himself be a subject in Free Range Sequential Art. You rule, Celao!!!

FRSA: "Yes" & "No"

Welcome to sequential art self therapy 101 (or 303 or 909, I get confused by the room numbers). Disclaimer: I'm not really a fan of Marianne Dashwood but Carmen (aka: my doppleganger) would seem to be. I think she likes the way Marianne can pull attitude and get away with it...okay, now having put that into words, I've changed my mind and I like Marianne very much. My inner Giberson-girl is very much pleased *smile*.

FRSA: Skin Tone...

Artist's Disclaimer: Although Young Alicia and I have had conversations about chibi skin tone (anglosaxon, caulcasian chibis, not Marcelo chibis (*smile*), this conversation is one I've had in my own head and in no way reflects the attitude Alicia takes with me in general. Alicia is a sweet individual and if she pulls attitide, I think we both take it in humorous spirit...um, okay, that's all.

Free Range Chibi Experimentation I

Free Range Sequential Art IV

Constable Tibbit's father...

Mom: this is as close as I'll likely ever be to being a book critic...