Showing posts with label Carl. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Carl. Show all posts

Friday, August 26, 2011

No good idea shall go unpunished...

Well, that's insightful (referring to Henry VII).

I read Wolsey's quote in an Alison Weir book and I had five light bulbs go off in my head...and then I short circuited.  "No good idea shall go unpunished" is something I hear my dad say (quoted frequently at staff meetings at work) and could almost have been tailored for Wolsey.  Lovely.

Hmm, what else: many thanks to young Sophia who was kind enough to let me get this idea on paper this morning.  It was a noisy struggle on her part but deep down I know she's super supportive of my divided attention.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

I haven't not been drawing and busy and stuff...


Although they are rough, sometimes the drawings seem much cuter in their unfinished forms, and maybe it's pencil vs. ink.  At any rate, a  few sketches for an upcoming Guerrilla Toons.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Parental inspriation

I would like to thank my dad for creative encouragement and for helping with finding an appropriate title. *smile*

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Eleanor's Current RPM: 42

Eleanor's children send her spinning in her grave. Again. They were such decent, upstanding children, but oh my, see how low they have fallen--roller derby! And who could have foreseen that Nina would be such a bad influence?

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Being Specific

From two consecutive conversations with Mama Jeanne and then Alicia--thank you, ladies.

We got a "dusting" (Becky is rolling her eyes and is detailing why 2.67 inches is not a dusting), recently, but nothing major. Universe, we I would like major. Snow. Now. Sometime within the next three months but not after April 1st. With no casualties and the minimum of fender benders. Danke.
P.S. yes, Carl can get his determined self out of the ranch in just about anything under 3 ft. of snow. Determined, I tell you!

Friday, December 31, 2010

Recovering


What I mean to say by this is: thank god Christmas is over and we are headed into a new year. And I mean this in the most kindly-yet-glazed-over-still-recovering-from-Christmas sort of way.

Before this year closes, I want to thank my friends and family for their support and patience--very important since I've been a complete dingbat since I started the comic some three hundred and fifty something days ago. Special thanks to Celao for his particular close-to-home patience; Carl who offered me a monthly gig for extra practice; Alicia for technical advice and a life preserver in the sequential doldrums; Eliaz for helping me handle the multiple personality disorder known as Photoshop; and the lovely Harmonydawn for being my best friend and dispensing kick ass, sage spiritual advice and the best hugs ever.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Only Sigourney Weaver gets to say that...


Estevan has difficulty pronouncing this but the other line he's memoriezed from 'Avatar' is: "Where are my g*dd*mn cigarettes? Guys, what's wrong with this picture?" Dad, between laugh attacks, asked if I'm thinking about censoring the movies Estevan watches...to which my inner smart ass replied that at least I don't let him watch Cheech and Chong.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Fuzzy Dice


I was completely surprised by the gift of fuzzy dice...man.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Fence Climbing...

You bring up my childhood, or any subject relative within five degrees and my dad will trot out his collection of horror stories. I was apparently a hellion and the cause of the premature aging of at least five relatives. When I comment on my own children's falls, bruises or random acts of chaos, he rolls his eyes and says something about karma. I asked him recently what he'd done to karmicly deserve to raise a wild child like me and the subject got changed suddenly.

Saturday, June 12, 2010

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Sunday, May 2, 2010

It will all be worth it IF...


Artist's note: Yay! Go get your own. I'm not sharing. *nom nom nom*. . . *nom nom*. . .

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Chibi Carl and Sarah


A Yule gift for my dad and my stepmother. Alicia gets credit for the idea, too; she helped me come up with outfit ideas and kept an ear out for verbal mannerisms to have in word bubbles to go along with the chibis. Some of the clothes are typical of Carl and Sarah or their interests, while others are inspired by comical stories that have come through the grape vine.


Every once in a while I make an additional outfits for the Carl and Sarah chibis (the one for Carl with Chester and the one of Sarah and the wolves were gifts for Valentine's Day). These were attached to magnetic sheets and cut out, which is a long process which requires some modification--which has made me decide not to make so many outfits at once anymore.