Posts Tagged ‘random’

Grimbus, on Love

February 28, 2012

 

Well, looky there… it’s our old pal Grimbus. A little more quickly drawn, to be sure (he was a 2-minute meeting doodle, after all), but that’s definitely him. And I see he’s getting all philosophical about love, too. That’s so sweet.

Jacked-Up-Lantern

October 20, 2011

The Joy of Driving?

November 30, 2010

I recently read an article about the driverless vans that made a trek of over 8000 miles from Italy to China. While this is impressive from a technical standpoint, all I could think was “Where’s the fun in that?”

It was hard enough for me to give up my manual transmission when I inherited my wife’s Honda as my daily driver. I felt I had been removed from truly being a part of the driving experience. I was no longer a driver…I was a steerer. (And don’t even get me started on how much I despise cruise control.)

Now this. A car that doesn’t even need a steerer. Blechh! Does anyone really want to be merely a passenger in their own car? Who has ever, when hit with the sudden impulsive desire for a spur-of-the-moment road trip, called up a cab? Or, upon seeing a beautiful, winding country road, thought “Man, if only someone would drive my car down that road for me!”?

So, if and when this technology becomes available in consumer vehicles, buy it if you so desire. But just know that there will be at least one car out there actually being driven by a human. One who has a BIG grin on his face as he downshifts into third and giddily steers his car into a backroad hairpin turn.

Fall Fever!

October 29, 2010

Been a bit, hasn’t it?

Well, just back off! I’ve been busy, okay?

To make it up to you, I’ve posted a big one. Just click on the thumbnail to see my latest “meeting doodle”. But don’t stare at it too long; it’s WAAAAY too nice outside to sit around just staring at your computer screen.

Little Chuckie Cherub

April 13, 2010

Sorry…I’m shooting blanks from my “witty comment” gun right now. I’ll let you decide what should go here.

Muggin’ for tha Man

March 5, 2010

Our local police departments post their latest mug shots online. This provides a great resource for doing face studies. I did this quickie sketch in about 15-20 minutes using red, blue and black Bic ballpoint pens.

Pumped Up!

January 18, 2010

Oliver was living proof that it is VERY difficult to be a well-rounded bodybuilder and be obsessive-compulsive with a left arm fixation.

When Squirrels Go Bad (yeah…like THAT’S a stretch!)

November 17, 2009

As my friends know, I DESPISE squirrels.

Well, as if my feelings towards these nasty little vermin needed any prodding, I stumbled upon a video of a squirrel dropping the false pretense of “cute little acorn eater” and going full-blown, Wild Kingdom carnivore on a blue jay. (Due to the nature of the video and some language therein I won’t post a link, but it isn’t that hard to find the video in question on YouTube.)

Now, before anybody starts yacking about “he was only defending his nest”….nope, that argument doesn’t work. To kill the blue jay as an act of self-preservation is one thing, but the bushy-tailed rat EATS the blue jay! There’s even a follow-up video that shows what was left of the bird when ol’ Squirrelly McNutjob got finished chowing down.

So think about that the next time you’re tossing crackers to a squirrel in the park. He may be nibbling away on that saltine, but the whole time he’s doing that, he’s also scoping you out and thinking, “Mmmm-mmmm….fresh meat!”

Sweet Dreams

June 5, 2009

shoulders

You may not see him, but he’s going to be there.

Tonight.

In your bedroom.

Over in that dark corner.

Just standing there.

Watching you.

And humming 1970s advertising jingles.

A Sense of Direction… A Direction of Sense

April 24, 2008

This entire sketch sprang forth from the big guy’s nostril.

No, I’m not talking in the sense that Athena sprang forth from Zeus’ brow. I mean I started doodling his left nostril (an act which sounds much grosser than it really was) and it grew from there.

So, needless to say, I have no idea what the story is behind this scene. Once again, I must ask that you provide your own version of events. Where are they going? Why does the little furry fella get to ride in the backpack? And, is that little dog/centaur thingy wearing a hat or is his skull shaped like that?