November 22nd, 2007

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I've been trying to capture the cute way my cat shakes his leg to rid itself of the bandage he has for the claw the doctor pulled out, and the toe a squirrel bit.

When I finally had him, Figaro, in position to shake away, he actually managed to rid himself of it. I let him lick his wounds certain that the anti-biotic ointment was all gone and he wouldn't get sick from it. It still looks raw as it was only yesterday that I took him in to see Doc Fern at Waferer. I ripped up some rags, applied some more ointment that the doc gave me, and taped it back up. Anything the doc can do, as far as mummifying things, I can do too. Maybe better.

I stopped getting the cat to pose while shaking it's leg. I'm just going to walk around the house with the camera in motion picture mode and see if I can get him a la natural. It is kinda sinister to get cute images out of such a grim situation. I have to wonder what the squirrel is doing right about now, though.

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New drafting table

It took a brand new, used, drafting table to get me to sit my ass down and start to focus on really do something about my poor penmanship. Ironically, this sample of the my attempt at gothic cursive was done at a regular desk with a slab of wood functioning as a writing "drawing" board. I know that doesn't mean that I'll be producing a lot better stuff once I spend some time behind the drafting table. What it means is I am only seeing the positive, black space and the sample I'm copying from seems to have very carefully estimated negative "white" space. I'm not looking forward to working on that, that's for sure.

This was yet another test. It seems that I contribute more to my blog when I'm just rambling text to see how things fall into place. I had planned a day of catch-up today. You know, cleaning, gardening, fitness, reading, and practice, practice, practice; all while I transfer some TiVo shows to disc. I literally have to have the TV running on what I'm uploading, so I'm basically restricted to doing only productive things this weekend. No vegetating behind the TV set, unless it's for burning, for me.

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My new sweats

© 22nd November, 2007
Today's blanket sin
I had a really good idea for a panel strip about a copy who was dealt with for doing something unethical. The judge passed a sentence of an entire day with a pipe up his ass. When the cop had to pass gas, he went to a public restroom and removed the pipe and farted. Because his morals were being tested, he didn't re-insert his pipe. Needless to say, his strut changed mildly and it was discovered that he cheated on the sentencing and was given a harsher punishment. The judge gave him the option of one year in prison, or one week with the pipe up his ass.

It was supposed to be funny because of the way law enforcement tends to strut their stuff when they walk. However, I decided I would be contradicting my own set of values by placing myself in such a violent situation (living in Hollywood without police protection). Regardless of my opinion of the manner in which the boys in blue seem to glide over the ground they walk on, I just don't feel I have it in me to convey this concept (yet).