Archive for September, 2009
Ready or Not
It’s the Time Between Times when Summer works a bit too hard to convince Autumn there’s nothing to get in a big rush about. What I like about it: The color. It’s nothing like where I grew up, back in Michigan. Colorado is indeed colorful…but, nothing like back east. It’s cool. And the near-constant brilliant sunshine doesn’t hurt either. The
It Was Easier
Came across this when I was going through the big box of cartoons that have set untouched for over a decade. I can pretty much guess what life was made of when I drew this one… …sleepless nights, walking the halls with Fussy Babies Who Would Not Sleep, an eternity of diapers, and no way to conjure anything that even
Then and Now
Before First Child: “I will make my own baby food.” After Third Child: “I will bake fresh marijuana-brownies if it’d make them throttle back a notch.” Before First Child: “There will never be a television in our home.” After Third Child: “I will pay that stupid chipper dinosaur a thousand dollars right now if he’ll skip hop and sing with
Those Aren’t Glasses…They’re Safety Goggles
That’s me. My daughter took that photo yesterday when we were at a park. I don’t like those glasses. I don’t know what I ever got those frames. But I don’t like them. At all. But those glasses saved my life. So you know how you’re knocking around the house with your iTod cranking (Dancing In The Street, Van Halen/Diver
I Didn’t Hear A Thing
Sometimes my hearing loss injects into my otherwise iron-firsted grasp of reality and the world around me (shut up, Bill), ‘data’ which can, on the very rare occasion, not actually…well…exist. Other times, it has this way of subjectively picking and choosing batches of information it deems worth maintaining, leaving Conscious Todd with that iron-fisted grasp of reality I just mentioned,
Didn’t We Just Do This?
I think I drew this one about fifteen or twenty years ago. It occurred to me today, while we’re refolding the folded laundry that never actually made its way into anyone’s dresser drawers, and then got very walked over and unfolded (didn’t I just do this?)…that this is how it oughta’ be. Didn’t Roseanne once lament that the house was
We’re Going To Hell For This One
This story, from A Beautiful Hell, was published without this photograph. Several stories had accompanying photography, actually, none of which made it into the final edit—because I couldn’t find this one. So, I decided to just leave them all out. But yesterday, I came across it in a collection of thousands of photos and didn’t realize it’d been there all
So I Decided To Clean The Car…
La la la I think I’ll give the ol’ 2006 EarthDestroyer a once-over and straighten things up. So I sorta bounce outta the house thinking I’ll do this and then get on to whatever Male Limbic Brain has catalogued as the Next Very Important Thing Which Must Be Done (I have no idea what it was because these news briefs
Making Progress
Very happy to report that Bailey The Golden Retarded has finally learned to keep his big fat butt off the couch.
