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.