Our sole remaining cat, Culvey, found out about the tribute I posted to TLC the other day and he’s demanding equal time. So here’s a sketch I did of him today. It took me a bit longer than the 15 minutes the last one did—more like 45—but I think he approves of the outcome. I hope you do too. 🙂
I’m suffering from “BNF” (bad news fatigue) today, so I thought I’d post one or two entries from my little 5″ x 8″ sketchbook that I’ve been keeping lately.
Every day I walk my little Chihuahua, Kelso, at our local park or sometimes the library, like I’ll have to do this weekend when Oktoberfest mania has taken over our usual haunt. If I find something of interest, I’ll snap a photo of it and do an ink, watercolor, and marker sketch from it later when Kelso isn’t tugging at the leash to get going.
This one is of an antique shop called The Farmhouse across the street from the park. It’s in an old limestone building with a standing seam metal roof. I like to do these sketches quickly (maybe 15 mins.) so I won’t agonize too much over the details, which I’m prone to do. Besides BNF there’s always OCD.
I created this cartoon several years ago, but since the Duggars have been in the public eye lately, I thought it deserved a re-run.
I saw this cartoon on The New Yorker website today and had to laugh because I knew my high school Latin teacher, Mrs. Maruxa Cargill, would have appreciated it. Our Latin II class was very small, maybe 10 students. I adored Mrs. Cargill, a petite, classy intellectual originally from Argentina, who taught Spanish as well as Latin. To bring the language alive for her students, every year she organized a Latin Banquet where we all dressed in togas, competed in games, and ate a lot of pizza. Often in her classroom I was chosen to read aloud from “Winnie the Pooh” in English while she followed with the Latin version from her book “Winnie ille Pu.” Fun times.
So it wasn’t too much of a reach (for me anyway) to connect this continuance of the famous phrase “veni, vidi, vici” (I came, I saw, I conquered) to another one—“rock, paper, scissors.” And, of course, we come to the episode of “The Big Bang Theory” where Sheldon adds to it in the form of—“rock, paper, scissors, lizard, Spock.”
And here it is:
From The New Yorker magazine: Silent Night
All is dark, there’s no light.
Cyclone clouds have blocked out the sky,
We’re almost out of our dry-meat supply.
Sleep in uneasy peace.
(We may have to eat Aunt Bernice.) ♦
Due to the sorry elections results in this state (Texas), I offer up one of my older cartoons. Still relevant, unfortunately.
“WE DIFFER POLITICALLY. I’M A DEMOCRAT AND HE’S AN ILL-INFORMED ASSHAT.”
This is a photo I tinkered with in the Paper Artist app on my Galaxy smartphone. It’s the Morning Glory growing on our fence in the backyard. I love how the vine looks like hair cascading around the metal sun face mounted to the wood.
So, of course, I’ve had the lyrics to the 60’s show “Hair” floating through my brain. I actually saw the West Coast production at the Aquarius Theater in Los Angeles, probably some time around 1967-68. Groovy, man. And they did come out into the audience, as in this video. But we weren’t as “Tony” as this crowd. 🙂