Sketch a Day, Day 65

My wife likes to sometimes pretend she’s a baby dragon. This usually means setting my arm on fire with her fire breath and eating it, ’cause baby dragons are hungry and hafta eat something, right? Right. My wife is a bit strange, but that’s probably why I love her.

This is actually why I get a bit antsy whenever she breaks out the brulee torch.

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Sketch a Day, Day 63

I’ve been sick all week, and it’s really had a serious impact on my ability to get things done. I feel run down and achy, but I’ve been trying to maintain certain standards in getting stuff done. So today, I was actually pretty productive, interspersed with bouts of laying in bed wondering when the dizzy feeling would go away. So yeah, here’s today’s sketchy comic thingie.

Yup. That's how things roll around here.

Sketch a Day, Day 62

My wife, like so many people it seems, is in love with the show Downton Abbey. I enjoy the show well enough, though I have a limit for British period pieces. I do enjoy basically any scene with Dame Maggie Smith, but hell, who doesn’t?

Anyway, it does seem like something horrible happens every week in that show. It’s sorta like World War I-era Game of Thrones that way: if something can go horribly, horribly wrong, it will. If we’ve got a completely different main cast by the end of the second season, I will not be at all surprised.

She didn't really punch me when I said this, but she did give me a Look.

Sketch a Day, Day 61

Today’s sketch is a reminder of why I really should not try to draw my characters in profile (I’m not good at it). Three-quarters view all the way! Anyway, the joke is that Jerome is really bad at using tools and is very likely to injure himself.

Jerome may be a clutz, but at least he's aware of it.

Sketch a Day, Day 60

I’ve done 60 whole days of this, can you believe that? It’s, like, two whole months or something (someone check my math there).

Today’s sketch features two of my characters, Jerome and Simon, though one of them appears to have been replaced by a masked avenger of the night…could it be? Could Jerome really be the Dark Knight Detective?

No. The answer is no.

Maybe he's the French Batman?

Sketch a Day, Day 59

I stayed home from work today because my voice is completely gone (sore throat and lots of post-nasal drip equals me not being able to talk above a hoarse whisper, which is less than ideal for teaching), but since I actually feel halfway decent, I’ve been trying to do little things around the house. I ran a couple of needful errands, vacuumed the living room, and folded a whole hell of a lot of laundry. Hence, today’s drawing.

Maybe I should do laundry more often. Or at least, y'know, not stack it like that.

Sketch a Day, Day 58

So I’m a bit sick today (and yesterday as well, come to mention it), and I wasn’t really all that aware when I got up this morning to get ready for work. I grabbed a dark t-shirt that I was reasonably certain was just solid black (I own, like, three shirts of this nature, so there was a good chance), grab the button-down shirt I was going to wear (black with pinstripes), and head off to work (yes, I was also wearing pants and shoes and such. Those articles of clothing aren’t really relevant to the discussion here). I went through most of the day in a haze, though at one point I did notice that the t-shirt seemed a bit faded or off-color somehow. It wasn’t until the end of the day that I realized it was because I had put on a navy blue t-shirt instead of a black one.

Yes, truly this is the worst thing that has happened in the history of ever: a guy who doesn’t really give two shakes of someone else’s leg made a fashion faux pas. And then blogged about it. Twenty-first century, everyone!

I couldn't find a navy marker, so this is as good as it gets.