I just finished turning Roan into a zombie for Halloween. I think it turned out pretty decent. The fake skin Holly bought was hard to use, and didn’t really work right. I followed the directions, but it didn’t work they way they explained it would. Of course, I don’t really know what I’m doing.
I walked him to school after taking some pictures of him. When we got there we didn’t see any other kids dressed up. I hope he doesn’t feel like a dork if he’s the only kid in costume. He looks cool in my opinion, and if he’s the only kid dressed up, then clearly he’s the coolest kid in school.
Today I have to get in touch with James (hopefully before he starts teaching) and sort out the final detials of the last drawings. I sent them two days ago, and haven’t heard back yet. As soon as he says what needs to be changed on them, I can begin fine tuning the entire book. Then I gets some MONEY!!!
Today I got to work almost immediately after getting the boys lunches ready, and saying goodbye to Holly. I had a bunch of work to do on some drawings I had done already. Between the two of the originals, I spent about 12 hours of work on them. I spent all day yesterday, and most of today doing them over from scratch. I just emailed James the finished products, and hopefully he’ll email back telling me they’re perfect (highly unlikely).
The thing that pisses me off about those two drawings, is the fact that it wasn’t a major mistake, and could have been avoided, but since James has an amazing eye for detail (as well as the final say on everything), he caught a tiny error that I doubt a single other person would have noticed. As a result I was forced to do it all over. Not that I’m saying he’s to blame, I’m just saying some stuff is annoying to fix, while other stuff is painfully annoying to fix. I seem to always get the latter, and it always seems to be the stupidest little details that cause the problems.
I got a call shortly before lunch, and had to walk over to Roan’s school and pick him up. He wasn’t feeling well and wanted to come home. When I got there the secretary made me show her my I.D. before she’d let me take Roan. Apparently I wasn’t on the “safe to pick up” list, so they needed to call Holly and confirm it was ok. When they couldn’t reach Holly (who was in the middle of a funeral), they took the word of one of her coworkers, that I was okay to take him. I don’t remember things being like that when I was his age.
When we got back home I put him to bed, then ate some breakfast and finished a robot I started modeling while the Dude was over yesterday. I call him Cantankerous the Robo-Hobo. I’m thinking about making another drawing of him where he’s pissed himself and has some sort of hobo sign. A hobo needs a sign.
Maybe I’ll spend some spare time modeling a tin can, and some fish bones. Whenever I think garbage, I think of Heathcliff comics. There was always tin cans, fish bones, and a boot. I should also give him a stick and bindle. Hobos need a stick and bindle, otherwise they just blend in with the crackheads.
The new kitty (name still T.B.A.), has been exploring the entire house all day. She’s starting to get a little more brave, and Oliver seems to be warming up to her a little. She found a fun toy today, and was whipping it around the way a dog does when it plays tug of war. I also discovered some new things that scare her: toast, the kettle, left over pizza containers, failure.
She’s so cute though.
First is a cool video by RJD2 featuring a person who has been stuck using crutches all his life, and seems to have not only mastered it, but also made it look like something fun. The other two are from one of my favourite bands. Yes, they got their name from the amazing Eric Estrada.
Although neither of these are my favourite songs by the band, they are the only ones I found with videos.
This robot needs a name. I love him, but I can’t for the life of me think of a decent name. I am having a similar problem with the new kitty. Shirley is a cute name for her, but she doesn’t respond to it at all, and I’d rather give her a name myself than use the one the Humane Society gave her.
I considered naming her Celibacy, but then decided I’d rather not have that in my bed. Then I considered naming her Andor, after the Andorian home planet, but then I thought for short it would make the most sense to call her Andy – no thanks. Today I was thinking about good names based on sci-fi hotties, and I think I’d like to name her Jadzia. Holly refused to let me name her Pa’u Zotoh Zhaan because she hates space and plants. Hopefully I can convince her of some intergalactic babe name, or maybe some video game slut.
Whatever her name is, she’s getting much more comfortable here. She’s made multiple excursions down the stairs, and even spent an entire afternoon in the basement this weekend while Holly and I were painting. I think she’s starting to feel a bond with me too, as now when I come in the room, instead of hiding, she comes and rubs on my legs. Or if she’s hiding already, she usually comes out to say hi. The other cats are still getting use to her, but we don’t have to separate them anymore – they do fine on their own.
Holly is convinced the new cat is retarded. This is partly due to the cats behaviour, as well as the fact that Holly is a big jerk. The cat does fall over, and off things quite often, and she tends to swagger like a drunken sailor when she walks, but I think that’s partially due to her nerves. She’s definitely a ‘fraidy-cat.
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I was told to update by my blogs only devotee, so I suppose I have to. I’m having a tough time getting work done today, so I’m taking a break to hopefully help refocus on what I need to do.
I had a conversation with James the other day, and it turns out we’re going to be splitting the book into two separate books. It makes a lot of sense to split them up, even though the two styles (log/timber) are so similar and complimentary to each other.
This means as soon as I fine tune these Bents drawings, we can begin laying out the text and images, and possibly get one on the shelves while I finish the other. Unfortunately, I still have a ton of work to do before I get to that point.
Above is a dude I made the other night while Holly was watching the finale of So You Think You Can Dance. She suggested the addition of the clock chain, which I think totally makes this dude. That and the wedding band – which, when asked by Holly, I explained – “It’s because he’s committed to kicking your ass, and smoking your grass”.
I call him Shogun Snoozebot.
I made this guy today. I’m having a tough time getting focused on work, but I need to do that. I just have too much fun doing things like this. I think I’m going to call this guy Dr. Sleezebot. He has that evil villain look, and such a sinister moustache. I might add a few details to him. I thought he might look good in a gold chain, and maybe some gold rings on his hands. And of course, like any evil villain he needs his shirt monogrammed.
If I could paint, I’d paint this on a fairly large canvas and hang it on me wall. Maybe I will actually attempt that. I need a projector, but then I think I can possibly pull it off.
Back in February, Holly and I were out at a pet store, getting food for her kitties, and we met this little calico that was there hoping to be adopted. Her name was Shirley, and she was beautiful. We went back to see her again a few weeks later, and she was gone. Holly and I went to the Humane Society the other day, and she was there. Apparently the people who adopted her, couldn’t get their old cats to adjust to her, so they brought her back. The minute I saw her I knew I wanted her to be my best friend.
She managed to find the only mousetrap left in the house, about 30 seconds after we let her out of her box. Holly had a glue trap behind her dresser, and of course that was the first place she went to hide. I had to chase her down and remove the trap from her paw, then she bolted under the bed and has pretty much stayed there since. She comes out and gets snacks and lets me pet her, but she’s still pretty shy. Oliver and Nika are growling at her lots, but she seems to really want to be their friends. Hopefully soon we will all be one big happy family.
I love her face. So cute.