Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Doing it like bunnies!
Ever have a Samara moment? I don’t advise them because I believe they shorten the life span by quite a sever factor. Samara is the result of the Japanese believing, and proving by the way, that little girls in night gowns with long, stringy, messed up hair covering their faces are scary. Samara is the little girl antagonist who scares people to death in the American remake of Ringu (Japanese) called The Ring. Samara is the reason my sister hates sleeping in her basement.
I love horror movies, but this morning as I was making a cup of tea and having breakfast, I turned to the opening of the dining room to head towards the fridge and saw an empty doorway. When I turned back to my cereal bowl after getting the milk, my heart was beating regular beats. However, when I turned once again to return the milk to its rightful place in the refrigerator, a little girl in a nightgown with long, stringy, messed up hair covering her face filled the doorway. Samara’s hair was black, but this little girl’s hair was dirty blond. Oh, and the face behind it was smiling broadly, and even broader when she saw that she had scared the living, er, poop out of me.
Rylee joined me for breakfast at 5:45 am.
I would like to thank the mouth-breather for standing directly above me as I sat on the train this morning. Tall, rather handsome gentleman who decided to run for the train like a track and field star. The panting made the smell of your Tim Horton’s breath all that much more enjoyable and at a much higher frequency of whiffs. I’m thankful that I pulled out the ski jacket this morning of -29 C so I could burry my face in my collar as I read Florida Roadkill by Tim Dorsey. I hope you get your breath back eventually, as you hadn’t stopped panting after five stops.
As I pulled my car out of the driveway after saying a short prayer of thanks that it actually started in this sub-arctic temperature, I reflected on why I didn’t have a block heater installed. It’s because I’m lazy! I already told you that! Those last two sentences were actually part of my reflection because not only do I talk to myself, but I occasionally yell at myself for stupid decisions.
As I rounded the first corner, my headlights hit two jack rabbits racing across the street. Being the person who I am, my initial thoughts, of course, were, “C’mon, guys! It’s freezing out here! Get a room!” This thought was in no way the result of listening to “Let’s Have A Drug Free Christmas This Year” on CJAY 92. However, after a moments pause I thought, “Actually, what a great way to keep warm, eh?”
Just a quick and dirty ink job to show that I’m still working on the comic:
I’m really digging the style and totally think it’s an improvement over my first attempt:
The new one is just a quick ink, and I have to redo some areas to remain consistent with line thicknesses, but I just hadn't put anything drawing-wise on the blog for a while and was eager to share. I like the new style better, but what matters my opinion? It’s yours that I’m after!
Anyway! It’s freezing in Calgary, there’s snow on the ground and gravel trucks running around the city. The pea gravel that they spread on the street actually becomes quite useless once the passing vehicles have fully forced the small stones into the snow covering the roads. Andrew and I actually saw a gravel truck running around the city doing nothing; it was just going for a stroll around downtown. Now, one could argue that it was going for a pickup, but unless the gravel yard is right downtown, I doubt it. My theory is that the truck is coin operated like those rip-off gum ball machines you find in malls. Unfortunately, the union employees driving the trucks ran out of quarters…
I love horror movies, but this morning as I was making a cup of tea and having breakfast, I turned to the opening of the dining room to head towards the fridge and saw an empty doorway. When I turned back to my cereal bowl after getting the milk, my heart was beating regular beats. However, when I turned once again to return the milk to its rightful place in the refrigerator, a little girl in a nightgown with long, stringy, messed up hair covering her face filled the doorway. Samara’s hair was black, but this little girl’s hair was dirty blond. Oh, and the face behind it was smiling broadly, and even broader when she saw that she had scared the living, er, poop out of me.
Rylee joined me for breakfast at 5:45 am.
I would like to thank the mouth-breather for standing directly above me as I sat on the train this morning. Tall, rather handsome gentleman who decided to run for the train like a track and field star. The panting made the smell of your Tim Horton’s breath all that much more enjoyable and at a much higher frequency of whiffs. I’m thankful that I pulled out the ski jacket this morning of -29 C so I could burry my face in my collar as I read Florida Roadkill by Tim Dorsey. I hope you get your breath back eventually, as you hadn’t stopped panting after five stops.
As I pulled my car out of the driveway after saying a short prayer of thanks that it actually started in this sub-arctic temperature, I reflected on why I didn’t have a block heater installed. It’s because I’m lazy! I already told you that! Those last two sentences were actually part of my reflection because not only do I talk to myself, but I occasionally yell at myself for stupid decisions.
As I rounded the first corner, my headlights hit two jack rabbits racing across the street. Being the person who I am, my initial thoughts, of course, were, “C’mon, guys! It’s freezing out here! Get a room!” This thought was in no way the result of listening to “Let’s Have A Drug Free Christmas This Year” on CJAY 92. However, after a moments pause I thought, “Actually, what a great way to keep warm, eh?”
Just a quick and dirty ink job to show that I’m still working on the comic:
I’m really digging the style and totally think it’s an improvement over my first attempt:
The new one is just a quick ink, and I have to redo some areas to remain consistent with line thicknesses, but I just hadn't put anything drawing-wise on the blog for a while and was eager to share. I like the new style better, but what matters my opinion? It’s yours that I’m after!
Anyway! It’s freezing in Calgary, there’s snow on the ground and gravel trucks running around the city. The pea gravel that they spread on the street actually becomes quite useless once the passing vehicles have fully forced the small stones into the snow covering the roads. Andrew and I actually saw a gravel truck running around the city doing nothing; it was just going for a stroll around downtown. Now, one could argue that it was going for a pickup, but unless the gravel yard is right downtown, I doubt it. My theory is that the truck is coin operated like those rip-off gum ball machines you find in malls. Unfortunately, the union employees driving the trucks ran out of quarters…
