It’s my hair that makes me look old… And the sagging flesh that it refuses to grow out of, the traitorous thatch.
And that’s why I should give birth to a new head of hair… ’cause the old one made me look old.
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Vampires. Ya got your Bela Lugosi vampires, then ya got your Barnabas Collins vampires, and then ya got your Anne Rice vampires, and after THAT… it just got silly.
Anyhow, the zombies get all the good parts these days.
I wonder how many lawyers and business folk have to talk out loud to get the sense of the contracts they write.
I talk mostly to give me something to listen to, and keep the echoes in my brainpan from confusing me.
Had a caricature gig at St. Jude Children’s Hospital, and I wasn’t able to do the Hubris cartoon for today.
But you get a caricature of Hubris, just like the folks at St. Jude got of themselves.
It’s … charming… when you realize that all the dialogue (usually I worry that I’m saddling everyone with too much dialogue) can all just be thrown out because the pictures tell the story.
I hope you’re charmed. And even if you’re not, I’ve saved you, like, two seconds of time you would have spent reading lettering. I know you’re busy.
“Why’s the kid keep saying “Paste”?”
Y’know, it might be EMBARRASSING to just ask. He might have some nervous issues or something. Who can tell, right? The kid’s doctor… or his, I dunno… Parents…
Wednesday was weird. I had a two-part caricature gig at a convention.
Most caricature jobs aren’t two-parters. But this client was smart and familiar with their scheduling, so I had a couple of hours just after lunch and another couple of hours just after dinner. Good planning.
But on a Wednesday. Usually those things happen on Saturday, so the whole day had a Saturday feel. Add to it that my kids are on Spring Break, and the feel of a weekend was complete.
Also- I tend to tune out reality while I’m doing caricatures. There’s a lot of focus that gets spent on a thing that’s done and then whisked away in moments, and so the memories of each drawing get dumped as the next person sits down and you go through the routine again… and the memory is dumped as you move on to the next subject. So, by seven in the evening, I had misplaced four hours of time. Add to it that Daylight Savings Time means that the sun hadn’t yet gone down when I left the convention center… So I had no idea what day it was or what time it was supposed to be.
I got a whole Saturday out of a Wednesday. Cool, huh?
You ever just run out of happy to share with everyone? Maybe it’s like blood, or pocket change, or something, and eventually there just isn’t any to hand over.
Or, maybe you’ve just run into one of those people you can’t get along with.
Everyone, meet David.
It’s tough, being excited for someone when they go off for a new career in the bright lights… and you know that, for you, it just means there’s nobody else that’s gonna clean the bathrooms.
Trying to get my taxes sorted out for the year. Boo.
Doing so with a new accounting company. Yay!
Have no real idea what it’s going to cost me. Boo.
But I’m recommitted to making sure I do the bookwork all year long instead of having to spend days counting up and figuring to get my tax stuff prepped. Yay!
I don’t enjoy tax time!!
But when I’m done, I get to buckle down and send the 1st Anniversary Patreon packs out, finally. Late. Y’know.
