Beardelodeon

Beardelodeon 2008 starts today at noon. Here's part of the flyer I did for this year's competition.

What is Beardelodeon? I'm glad you asked. It's Nickelodeon's annual-ish beard growing contest. I'm proud to say that I, your humble servant, am the founder of Beardelodeon. I came up with the idea back in 1998, mostly as a joke, but here we are 10 years later, and, by Jove, it's still going strong.

It's simple...you can even play along at home (that is, if you are capable of growing a beard): First, you shave your face. Then you don't shave your face for two weeks. Simple.

Traditionally, winning contestants would be crowned either Mr. Density; Mr. Length; or Mr. Babyface. I understand that a fourth category may be added this year: Mr. Patchy.

I'll try to give you a before/after image of my ugly mug in a couple weeks...

....................................UPDATE.......................................

There are 36 participants this year. That's a record, friends. And, there's talk of an underground "Beard Club" forming--members of which intend on extending the bearding period. More on this development later...

Box Rental

This is what I drew on my timecard this week. I didn't even notice that it said "eqp/box rental" down in the corner until I was almost done adding the color. Good ol' subconscious...it's always up to something!

Something is Wrong

I ended up at a website called dedroidify.com today, and it's kind of cool. You hit the little "dedroidify" button and it takes you (randomly) to one of many neato pages on the site. Check it out if you want.
Anyway, one of the pages I landed on was about some modern-day Zen master whose name I can't remember (I tried to go back and find it, but the dedroidify button pulls up pages at random). He said that the ego is basically a thing that keeps saying "Something is wrong." That's what inspired today's drawing.

"M"

"M" is for "Message."

Typing

Let's see, it's about neglecting (or worse!) one's Self while one fritters away the hours of one's life busily bee-ing busy. Busy Buzzy Business!

Relationship

I'm not sure exactly what the relationship is between these two.

Collaboration

I was drawing in my sketchbook today, and then Cooper took over. Here's our collaboration.

Valentine

I was going to draw something about having to go to jury duty today, but that's no fun.

Do You?

Avoid

Hi. Well, I've managed to avoid having to go to the courthouse in downtown Los Angeles for at least two days this week. But, I know that my luck will probably run out soon.

The jury duty system here is designed to interfere with your life, and inconvenience you, as much as possible. You are pretty much on call and at the mercy of the faceless machine we call the Justice System for an entire week of your life. You have to call in every night to see whether you will be required to COMPLETELY ALTER YOUR LIFE when you get up in the morning. I don't know about you, but my company doesn't pay me for jury duty, so I have to burn one (or more) vacation days, and put everything I need to do completely on hold, in order to go mingle with my wretched peers in some depressing, fluorescent-lit, god-forsaken holding pen.

I know that I'm supposed to feel all patriotic and full of civic pride for jumping through these bureaucratic hoops, but I don't. "But, what if it were you who was on trial? Wouldn't you want the most responsible and nifty jury of your peers sitting there judging you?" Well, I don't know...judging by the people I see around me on an everyday basis, I'd have to say "NO! GOD NOOOOO!!!!!!!"

Anyway, I know that there are worse problems I could have. Jury duty is no big deal. I just had to blog about something.

Garghoul

Wow, I've been lazy this week, haven't I? Here's something (someone?) I drew while I was on the phone. It reminds me that I need to brush up on my anatomy (both human and bird). I probably won't post again until Monday or Tuesday of next week. We're going to Mammoth for the weekend, and then I have jury duty on Monday.

Heart

(Don't) LOOK!!!

Sorry for the crude image, but I'm a pervert...at least that's what I found out today. Hear my tale of woe:

This afternoon following my midday repast, within a Burbank parking garage most ordinary, I was dutifully and diligently about the business of installing my son into his car-seat when, behold! Two young maidens most buxom and most immodestly attired, passeth nigh! Being of a most observant nature, I proceedeth to make an observation thereupon. Thinking then that mine eyes doth deceiveth me, I didst partake in a second, brief survey of the passing terrain, as it were. Next, did I mark one of the maidens to exclaim unto her companion venomous words concerning "The Pervert."

That's entrapment, my friends! Granted, I may have appeared to be lurking in the dark among the parked cars, but that's beside the point! Their display was obviously meant to attract attention. And, really, was my offense greater than that of the carload of brutes who passed by a moment later loudly exclaiming their simian appreciation for the same glands that I had only discreetly and, one might say, accidentally glimpsed?