The Mosquito

Boy, they're annoying when they buzz in your ear like that!

Parking Enforcement

I always find it ironic when I see law enforcement vehicles parked in such a way as to endanger anyone passing by.

It's (Going to be) a Boy!

We found out today.

Enfold

Here is this week's timecard drawing. Isn't it sinister?

Posture

I drew this on the cabinet at work. Vince took the picture. Thanks Vince.

Confrontation

Remember those Al Jaffee comics in Mad Magazine called "Snappy Answers to Stupid Questions"? Here's my tribute to Al.

The other day I was going to lunch with a friend, and as I drove through the parking garage of the restaurant, I saw that someone in a pickup truck was backing out in front of me. So, I just waited for him to finish backing out and go on his way. As he passed by he said, "You got a problem???" This came from completely out of the blue, and all I could think to say was, "No, I was just waiting for you to back out." I wish I'd come up with one of the snappy answers you see here.

What happened next, though, was kind of exciting: My friend yelled "F*CK You!!!" At the guy, and then the guy said, "What did you say?" To which my friend replied, "I said F*CK YOU!!!" Then the guy said something else, and blah blah blah. Nothing happened. Sorry.

Sean

This is my friend Sean playing the bouncy-ball game.

Punch Projection

When you ridicule him for being different, you are denying that which is unique in yourself. And, in denying it, you are destroying it.

Copilot

I was driving to work this morning, and I noticed a car behind me driving sort of aggressively (I wasn't on the freeway yet). I looked in the rear view mirror and saw that the driver was a grumpy old fart. His passenger was a pretty young lady and, to me, she seemed a little out of place. I couldn't put my finger on what was odd about the situation at first, but I quickly realized what it was: the pretty young lady in the passenger seat was a mannequin.

I guess the grumpy old fart really wanted to drive in the carpool lane. At least, I hope that's what it was...

The Defecrusader

It seems that the Defecrusader is using the upstairs bathroom at work again.

He takes magazines out of the bathroom that he doesn't like, and he throws them away. They aren't his magazines (they aren't mine either), and he doesn't even work upstairs. His destructive impulses are politically motivated, of course. Some people identify themselves so strongly with their chosen political ideology that, when confronted by differing viewpoints, they feel threatened.

Oh well. At least he doesn't tear the scary magazines into little pieces and flush them down the toilet like he used to.

Gent

Follow your nose...your poorly painted nose...

Campaign Vehicles

I got this in an e-mail this morning, and it got me thinking... What would McCain's campaign vehicle look like? Here's what I came up with:

Burden

OK, so the world's economy is in a tailspin. Uncertainty and Fear reign. Perhaps the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are saddling up. Who knows?

What better time to take on some huge debt?

Today we refinanced our mortgage and pulled out some extra dough for some home improvements. I don't know why my hand wanted to represent it with this image, but who cares? I like it.

Shell Shocked

Here's some light bedtime reading for you. It made me want to climb back in my shell last night.

Spring!

Happy Vernal Equinox! Happy Ostara! Happy Thursday!

Lumberjack

Here is what I looked like at the end of Beardelodeon 2008.

Bun

There's a bun in the oven...and he or she is due September 23rd.

--Looks just like me.

Remote Control

Some days there is no volition. It may not be your choice, but then again, it may ultimately be.

Group

Itchy

10 days into the bearding process, and it's getting a little itchy.

I was driving on the freeway this afternoon, and I was scratching my neck in what I realized was a pretty doglike manner. So, I started thinking of drawing myself as a dog (much like what you see here) and I sort of retreated into my head and didn't realize that I was heading into a tight curve where the posted speed limit is 25mph(the transition from the 2 north to the 134 west in Glendale, if you're familiar with it, or if you want to look it up). I was probably going about 70mph at the time and came VERY CLOSE to skidding off the road and most likely rolling the car! Whoopsy-daisy! That would have been hard to explain (if I lived, that is).

Maybe I'll take the bike tomorrow.

I'm Such a Busybody

Here at work they recently installed new coffeemakers that are extremely easy to operate. ANYONE could do it. They even posted clear instructions on how to operate the machines in plain sight. Yet, almost every time I walk in the upstairs kitchen to get a cup of coffee, BOTH pots (Regular and Strong-- I won't acknowledge the existence of Decaf) are empty. I can almost understand that happening in the late, late afternoon, but it happens in the morning, too.

I don't get it. Why not take a little time to be considerate? Why enrage your coworkers? Why risk incurring the brute hatred of the caffeine-deprived? WHY???

So, I printed this out and put it up in the kitchen today. Feel free to print one out for your own workplace, if needed. Just let me know, won't you?

Gut

Maybe it's not this bad, but I do feel a bit queasy. Also, a bit grumpy.

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