Kuh-shlurp

Similar to the way dogs smell in ratio to the human sense, there is rather an upward surge in tastiosity when comparing the human's to the canine's.

He's my home dog

Alright, so it wasn't in a taxi, but our dog's pretty smart. It could be that he was gone for 5 days to work for the Feds and they paid his way home... instead of the usual paternity leave he takes to watch his children being born in some adjacent neighborhood. He's no deadbeat dog, y'know. Every time he gets under the fence, it's to see his family. Y'know - the family that looks like him.

Wilde Action

He's my dad's favorite writer, so I got him this from McPhee's. I guess we knew what type of action the "action figure" would deliver. This is it. He's passed out on the 17-inch. Oscar...? Hello....... Wake up, buddy, it's prose time. C'mon, open your eyes, guy. Open mic night!! THERE he is!

Thumbs up

The groove of the thing is that monkeys don't care. Fancy or not fancy, it's the ketchup that makes it a feast. Listen here, kitty-cat: a chimp knows he going to get the Clint Eastwood movie every time. That blows your Fancy Feast fee down the San Franciscan trolleyed street.

U can't handle it.

He doesn't get it. You have to be chubby. Go get some french fries, man. Banana split. Do not mod your bod with what's on sale from Home Depot. Those things belong on a swing set or something.

Tablet was new

When my tablet was new, I had this overwhelming zeal for sketching, tracing, embellishing, reviving the ancient art of cursive writing, etc.
Anyhoo, this out-of-focus snap became fodder for my obsession.

My office pubs

I like to draw a picture on my publication file folders to symbolize what's inside.




This first one was for a Summer magazine. I'm really proud of his spatularm, as is he, but I am concerned at the twisted way he holds his ice cream cone.

Then we have the Graduate insert for the May newsletter. I couldn't decide on male or female, since someone else might see the sketch and either say I'm too feminist or too not feminist. So the yellow bloated smiling head serves as the x-factor.

















This last one is an Asian Leprechaun. He is of the belief (according to his dna sample that he sent in to National Geographic for $100) that his ancestry originates decidely east-south-east of Ireland.

Cotton pickin!

Tell 'em, Grampy. I tried really hard to come up with some new thing to call the technology that my grandkids might have, but I'm pretty sure everything I know about will be obsolete by then. 

Formulas

Call me on this if I'm wrong - wasn't it Leather Tuscadero who did the L7 thing to call people a square? I'll tell ya, it's a lot more efficient than the thing where you start both fingers at the top middle -and I think Maynard G. Krebbs may have done this - you have to make 2 corners for each finger. By contrast, L7 cuts your corner time in half! Leather, you're a jeeenius. On the other hand, 42 is just the meaning of life. Allegedly. 

What's missing

Some gots plenty, some gots none. 

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science & progress

It's not so unbelievable.
1. You pay to get in a night club where
the only thing left to do is pay more.
2. You get discount incentives on your
healthcare, but the premium goes up
to meet the discount.
3. And good grief, why don't the stadiums
include the price of parking with the
admission ticket? You just downgraded
my nachos by taking all my ones!