Found this little jewel while searching for a google image.
Oh yeah they’re for real. Buffalo chips? Don’t they know that “buffalo chips” translates to buffalo turds in certain areas of the country? This is what happens when companies are out of touch with their consumers.
Yes ya’ll I still draw with a yellow wooden pencil. When the scribbling is done the “drawing”
is scanned and cleaned up in photoshop. Then, walla! there it is.
government stats. Charming eh? In 2005 the world was producing 82,532,000 barrels/day and consuming 83,607,000 barrels/day. The top oil producer is Saudi Arabia. Hazard a guess as to who the top consumer is?
Just found the neatest thing at Neatorama, the something store. You send the Something store $10 and they send you something (could be anything).
Just finished this little dude for the cover of my Mom’s b-day card. She likes her birds. I hope that this will cheer her up, brighten her day a little.
I found this while I was looking for information on this band, The Hot Club of San Francisco. They were featured on our paper’s entertainment page so I got curious. I went from Gypsy Jazz to Ragtime, that’s how it goes on the inter-tubes.
Drawn at The Stable, Martin 5/12/08
Napkins are not ideal for pencil drawings, but doodlers only see white space. The fact that you aren’t supposed to draw on it makes it that much more inviting. I do apologize for the condition of this drawing, it has been riding around in my back pocket all day. Thankfully I wasn’t sweating.
Yes, I know I’ve been lax here lately. Life gets busy and the pencil doesn’t get used much. That and I’ve been worn the slap out this week and haven’t felt the blogging thing. My mood is somewhere between pacing a cage and staring into space. I’ve been trying to communicate with IT folk and it has been frustrating to say the least. They probably think I’m an idiot. Hell, I felt kinda dumb.
IT Lady: You need to change the permissions on that folder.
Me: Um….errrr…wha?
The poor woman had to walk me through it. Then there was the pica discussion. We don’t use picas we use inches. So it was another um…errr moment. Bless the woman she converted it for me.
Basically work is hectic and the time spent away from work feels heavy. There’s just something ominous about the ticking of a clock.
I watched a documentary last night on Link TV about Ron English, a fine artist who went feral.
He and his crew, in broad daylight, redo commercial spaces. Go here to see.
I’m a worse writer than cartoonist, let Ron tell you why.
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