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.
