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.
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…
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.
Now we’re gonna call him “Mr. Not-Quite-As-Cranky-As-We-Thought.”
I should do a storyline about allergies.
Apparently, I’m doing some research into one now.
Typically at the end of February, I get sneezy and wheezy and blockheaded.
This year, with the weird warm snap around here, it’s all started up early.
I wonder how Kelly would edit video while full of allergy medicine?
Moody. That’s the word for it, right? Moooooody.
Or, if you’re a painting student, “monochromatic”…
Or, if you’re a cartoonist, “Really Purple” or “Lazy”
