Today I’m taking a sick day. I HATE taking sick days. The difference between a job you hate and a job you love is the difference between “Hmm, I feel a sneeze coming on…better call in!” and “SICK? I CAN BE SICK WHEN I’M DEAD!” Since I love my job dearly, a whole day wasted […]
Monthly Archives: May 2005
These giant demon animals crack me up. I dunno what it is. Maybe it’s just the idea. I wonder what follows bunny and mouse. Naturally “GIANT DEVIL-MARMOTS OF THE WEST!” flashes across my brain, but there’s something so utterly good natured-looking about marmots, I dunno if I could make them look even marginally evil. On […]
The rat was out on the feeder again this morning. James stood at the sliding door and eyed him. “He’s big. Man. What’s his name?” “I haven’t named him,” I admitted. (I did not attempt to explain my peculiar chain of logic here, which was that A) there was only one rat, and thus “the […]
As of 12:01, I am officially 28 years old! I wouldn’t even mention it, but this is the only time in my life I’ll have my 28th birthday on the 28th, so I can’t let that one go by. This week has been a parade of relatives calling to wish me happy birthday and getting […]
Another Gearworld painting! This one took a long time, and probably will not prove terribly popular, since people generally like a figure somewhere in the painting to relate to. However, it’s what wanted to be painting, and when Gearworld allows me to paint it, I have learned not to argue. Ever. http://www.deviantart.com/view/18776037/
So yesterday I was thinking about profanity.
There’s a strange noise I keep hearing out back, and have for the past month or so. It’s a kind of metallic meow. It falls somewhere between the creak of unoiled playground equipment and a cat. It goes “KreeeeOW!” then stops. A few minutes later, there will come another “KreeeOW!” noise. It happens maybe two […]
There was a brief showdown on the feeder between those two ground feeding giants, the mourning dove and the rat. The dove is larger. The rat is smarter, and probably heavier. Showdown!
A fledgling bluebird, elegant in grey and speckled black, with blue wings, is sitting out on the railing, demanding to be fed. Its parents hop down, shove suet in its gaping beak, hop away. Once they’ve gone off, the fledgling happily eats the suet on its own, but as soon as they return, it’s back […]
It’s worth noting that today is the 200th page of Digger! Man. That’s a lot of wombat.