My eyes are dying from inking. Also, my pens are dying. But my eyes have seniority. I inked three pages this weekend, a surprise to me what with all those $!@% buildings I put in the background. Seriously, the next comic takes place in the desert. I don't have a subconscious reference for skyscrapers. I didn't grow up near them. They are alien architecture. Might as well be cathedrals. Luckily, I'm getting into the action half of the comic, and it's a parade of big people panels.
I was able to get as much done because Your Sister took the deputy out and about between smothering thunderstorms.
... And the blog just ate my long blog post.
Highlights:
+ I dusted off the lawnmower to get it ready to work.
+ I churned the compost pile to get it ready for the garden.
+ I cooked a new recipe (see the Doom blog later today) with an egg provided by a neighbor chicken.
+ Thanks to our tax refund, I am set for the conventions this year. Thank GOD. And Obama.
Picture of the Day
Here's the unfortunate Goldfinger gal.
I was able to get as much done because Your Sister took the deputy out and about between smothering thunderstorms.
... And the blog just ate my long blog post.
Highlights:
+ I dusted off the lawnmower to get it ready to work.
+ I churned the compost pile to get it ready for the garden.
+ I cooked a new recipe (see the Doom blog later today) with an egg provided by a neighbor chicken.
+ Thanks to our tax refund, I am set for the conventions this year. Thank GOD. And Obama.
Picture of the Day
Here's the unfortunate Goldfinger gal.
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