I Can't Help It

I mean no disrespect.  I really like George Harrison-- also Japanese Macaques.  It's just that every time I see this picture of George, it reminds me of something.  I just realized what it is.  Sorry.

Stocking Up

When a school bus is parked in front of a liquor store, I document it.  You're welcome.

There. You're in My Office.

La Lunatic

There's something...different...about the moon...

Chin transplant?  Why Moony?  You looked fine the way the Good Lord made ya!

Walk the Walk...

...Even if you can't Talk the Talk.

Cologne

Uvulalalala!

Were you wondering about the most unsettling aspect of the strep throat that I had last week?  It's that my uvula grew to twice its normal size!  At times I had to swallow in order to get it back into its usual position, otherwise it draped itself onto the back of my tongue.  It was nauseating and horrible.

Coming Along

Integration

Run, don't walk!  Get yourself together!

Do You Have Skin?

Here's a little flyer I made because, as many parents do, I brought my kid's fundraiser stuff to work to squeeze my coworkers for some of their hard-earned dough.

Polished

OK, maybe I should explain this one.

So, Cooper, my 7-year old son, has some nail polish on his fingernails (it just looks like a sprinkling of glitter and glue).   

He wore it to school, and some of the kids made fun of him-- even a girl who has been a close friend to him.  Of course, it hurt his feelings.  We asked him if we wanted to remove the fingernail polish, and he said that he didn't want to.  So, for the past few days, to show my solidarity with him, I've been wearing the same fingernail polish--because, goddammit, that's what I'm going to do.  

To make a long story short, things between Cooper and this girl have been getting weird lately (like, she demands that he play with no one else, and then runs away from him-- stuff like that).  So, today, the moms decided to sit them down and try to resolve some of what's going on.  At least, that's what Nina thought was happening.

Instead, the other mom just attacked Cooper, and defended her little angel.  One of the things that this girl's mother said in order to justify her daughter's behavior was, that "Boys don't wear fingernail polish."  

Fine, that's her opinion.  I don't care what her opinion is.  She can fold her opinion into a paper airplane and fly it up her own ass.  But, you know what?  If you, as an adult, say to my son, that he's somehow not being a boy correctly, then I get upset.  I get Damn Upset.  

It's hard enough being a kid, trying to figure out how to get along in what is, in many ways, a primitive and backward society, while maintaining your individuality.  The last thing he needs is some brainless adult debasing him.  He's too young, and too much of a freethinker, to worry about 1940's ideas of how a grown man is expected to behave by society.  He's a kid.  He's an amazing, creative, playful spirit.  And, I'm as proud as I can possibly be of him.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go reapply my fingernail polish.

Hey, Let's Get Happy!

No, Really!

A Farewell

Here's a card I made for someone who left to go work for a place that produces horror movies.

The Ladies Love My Beard

I'm 3 5/7 weeks into my beardness.  Who knows how long I'll keep it?  I think that each time I get a compliment on it from a female I'll keep it for another week.  Compliments from guys don't count-- not when it comes to beards.  You know that.

I'm watching you, naysayer-- I mean, Jeff.

Rain? Rain!

There I Was, About to Draw.

And, then I drew this.

Big Decisions

Gosh Darn It!  It's been too long, friends.  Hopefully I'll fail less in the future.

Is anyone still out there?

Heh heh, OK.

Not This Guy Again...

I guess he never really left.

Nature Abhors a Vacuum...

 ...And, it's no different on the freeway. If you are one of the lucky millions who drive on the freeways of any largish city in order to get to and from work, then you already know that you can learn a lot about human psychology during this time. Here is one of many fun experiments that you can try!

In this experiment, you will be car A. All that you have to do in order to cause car B to change lanes is leave enough space in front of you for him to do so. It doesn't even matter whether your lane is moving any faster than his. In fact, it often works when your lane is moving slower. The driver of car B will feel drawn to this relatively small space as if it were the inescapable gravitational pull of a black hole. 

This may only be a Los Angeles phenomenon. I haven't tested it anywhere else.

Don't Listen!

Plugging one's ears from the inside is one way of avoiding listening to one's inner voice.

Not to Worry!

Things may get a little crazy, but you'll be OK.

Certain Little Tunes

I hear him in there...

Everything Looks Ship-Shape.

Tweaked It a Bit

I just removed a couple frames from the upswing, and put a longer delay on two of the other frames. It helps a little. Time to abandon it, I think...

Self Abuse

It looks a little better if you click on it.

Mirror Magic

Sometimes, when I walk up to a mirror, I catch a glimpse of what I really look like in the present moment before my brain has time to add athe overlay of what I used to look like, or wish to look like. It's startling and horrible.

Lest We Forget

Baby's First GIF

Look. I made an animating GIF. The world is now, officially, my oyster. MINE!!!

Chapeau

Behold! Here is a picture of me at work wearing a hat that I fashioned from a big piece of paper.

CyclelcyCyclelcyCyclelcyC

It's all pretty cyclical. What's old is new is old again, ad infinitum. The religion of the rebels is turned into the religion of the oppressors. Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. SpringSummerFallWinterSpring. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Also, Doughnuts-Donuts-Doughnuts-Doughnuts.

Climber

I could have tried harder.

Lesson

Oregon!

Maybe I should apply to Oregon's Board of Tourism. This is just the kind of add campaign that they need!

I'm Glad That We Had This Conversation

If you commute any distance to work, you know what I mean.

Office Lingerie

How about this little number? Easily constructed from printer paper and Scotch tape. Go on, ask for that raise!

Does Not Register

I've felt Out-of-Sync with everyone this week-- but, not in a good way.

"Birden" 2

Sometimes you feel like the tree...Sometimes you feel like the bird...But, you're probably a little bit of both.

Spring Tonic

Today's the Vernal Equinox, friends! Have some Wisdom.

stain

This is something I drew.

Link

Real Dialogue Comics #1

Here is the first installment in what I hope will be an ongoing, and wildly entertaining feature of Kenny's Korner. This exchange actually occurred in Burbank, CA on February 29th, 2012 right around 4PM.

SnackBag DrawPants

I draw on Cooper's snack bag every morning. Here's today's drawing.

Crouch

I guess I should just make this a blog of placemat drawings. Here's one now...

This Ability...

...It's what sets us apart from the animals, after all...

Feed

Kinda quick and dirty. Just wanted to get the idea down.

It's a Start

It's one way of approaching the problem.

Territorial Markings

Pretty cool, dude. Impressive.

T'is Enough to Make Me Dance a Jig.

Look at all the traffic my blog has gotten over the last few days! Tra-la, tra-la. Make yourselves at home.

Also, the jig that I am now dancing is different from the one that, as of last week, is up. This new one is down, baby! DOWN!!!