Another change of pace that will doubtless leave you singing an Avenue Q song in your head all damn day. You’re welcome.
This was, not gonna lie, my third attempt at drawing a seahorse, because apparently when I’m sleepy and someon says ‘Do a seahorse!’ I can’t remember what they look like. … Continue reading
By the way, I really want an eggroll.
In fact, I had one at lunch, and I would still happily nom eggrolls for dinner all the damn time if health/sanity/the paucity of drive-throughs with good eggrolls allowed. Sadly … Continue reading
While I’m shaking things up. . .
If you’re new around here or (heavens!) don’t read mah thingy everyday, you may be excused for missing the saga of Melanie and Steve. It all began when I … Continue reading
I’m back, now with more parentheses!
There are three reasons this is a dumb question. Well, okay, set of questions, since it’s almost invariably the irritating double-whammy of “Whatcha reading? What’s it about?” 1. Almost no … Continue reading
He’s not great at tying knots.
This is what happens when he spends too much time at Manic Pixie Otter’s . . . den? burrow? space station? I’m going to go with den. In case you’re … Continue reading
FAAAAAAAALCOOOOOOOR!
Which is nice for him, I’m sure, since I’m currently overcommitted as usual and feeling sliiiightly hysterical. Excuse me, I may be retreating back to the blanket fort. It’s going … Continue reading
He tangoes with wolves, to be accurate.
And if you don’t think I spent a stupid amount of time considering how to draw a wolf doing the tango, you don’t yet fully comprehend my tendency to overthink … Continue reading