My father ‘shows his appreciation’ for whatever food he’s eating. That, of course, is lovely, but he does so by beating the shit out of the container to ‘get hold of every last bit’. He is, however, a scraper across his food spectrum. Pans - scraped, plates - scraped (including the ingestion of some porcelain, by the look of things) and any item that has had food on or in it - licked, if he thinks nobody is watching.
It’s alright until it gets to the point of being loud enough to interrupt conversation and rupture eardrums.
Disclaimer - I don’t hate my father. Nobody hates him, that’s physically, mentally and probably logistically impossible. Nicest man on the planet. Bastard.
No time for a comic today, so instead you’re getting the annoying woman from the flea market who wandered past me and muttered ‘gauche’. Granted, probably not at me, but still, bitch.
Her dog looked really fed up.
TO THOSE OF A SENSITIVE NATURE: THIS COMIC CONTAINS A NIPPLE.
So this morning my bath, through some strange arcane process, decided it didn’t want me to drown. I slipped, head underwater, sloshing it about all over the place, then almost as soon as I’d registered my impending doom I was back up in the same position again. ALL THROUGH THE POWER OF WAVES.
I’m thinking of starting a religion centred on my bath and its watery benevolence.
ALL HAIL THE GREAT WHITE TUB.
Working on a #map for a client#illustration #cartography
Today’s comic - I don’t know about where you are, but for the 16th of May it’s really bloody cold. Near winter-levels cold. We’re too stingy to heat a big house (one of the reasons we’re selling - it’s beautiful but huge) with only two people at home during the day, so it’s blankets and jumpers galore. Essentially, I really need to get a snuggie.
The steamy breath is genuine. Not an exaggeration at all. This is ridiculous. I’ve been eyeing up the dog like he’s a Tauntaun.
We bought a 10x magnification mirror so the blindest member of the family could deal with her eyebrows, and I made the mistake of looking in it. If beauty is skin deep, don’t look too closely because ugly is on the skin’s surface. Blergh.
If you wish to keep your hearing don’t ever watch TV with my mother.
Jordan from The Apprentice would excel at a task selling his own forehead for property development.
I feel like folks will think I’ve died if I don’t post something. Teeny crops of very early stages for an editorial I’m working on for Psyched4Sport. Awesome brief, great fun so far.
Once it’s all done, if it looks anything like the early stages I’ll try and post up a process thing.
#Inking, bitches. #illustration #knight
I’ve determined my pattern: creative block means I draw #Link from #LegendOfZelda #Zelda #illustration #doodle
Having a day off turned into getting inky #illustration