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dolariIf you haven't been here, you should.
Go on.
I'll wait.
One thing that has been bothering me all day. I did a bad thing to someone yesterday, and it's been eating me all day. Didn't do a horrifically bad thing, just a matter of "oops, I forgot." Prolly made this person do some drastic things, though. Meh. Problem is, fixing it would lead to even worse things. Puts me in a terrible Catch 22. Making amends would make things worse, and Ill feel like a heel until it's fixed. It's been literally gnawing on the back of my brain all day.
I'm often the sand in some ones shoes. But I really try not to be. But I think I should get used to the fact that I CAN be a very annoying person at sometimes, and just live with it. Apologize when necessary, and if apologies are not wanted don't give them as they can be cause for further annoyance. Ask Deener about my "I'm sorry" days.
Anyways, this house lives and dies on Fried Chicken. Mom can literally live on it every day. Thankfully, even DAD got his fill of fried chicken and brought home some tasty BBQ lunchysnax. Then later on the day, Dad grabbed some Pan Dulce. I want to know what the deal is with Panaderias (Mexican bakeries) and "Pink Cake." I've never noticed anything substantially...Mexicanny about this yellow cake with pink frosting. But all Panaderias make it around here...and no one else does. Still, it's mighty tasty when you wish to be in carbohydrate heaven.
Anyways, I worked on these pics pretty much all day. Mainly as part of the Keenspace Closetspace thingy. Slowly updating the website as we go along. I thought I'd put up a full color version of one of our Heroines in Closetspace:
I also was in a good mood and managed to grab the first appearance of Our Heroes and recolor it for the archives page of the Closetspace website. The cartooning is 1993, the color is 2002.
In this version, the brunette is Carrie and the red-head is Allyson.
Dad, however, decided to constantly throw me out of my work for his famous "dissertations." If you don't know what these dissertations are, they're basically excuses to use me as a living encyclopedia. At his convenience. Usually when I'm doing something. Strike that. ALWAYS when I'm heavily involved in something.
This time he wanted to know: "Why do some people say 'The Jews killed Jesus.'" "Tell me about the Battle of the Medina." "What do they mean by 'Two out of three?'" "Who invented basketball?"
I HATE these because he wants a long an involved conversation and I'm usually drawing, writing or in a very big rush to the restroom. Knowing he'd do it again, I tried something. AS a kid, I could easily get people to ignore me by imagining myself with a big cloak around me. I gave it a shot here.
Nuthin' doin'. More questions ,more interruptions, more frustrations. Grrrr...it wouldn't be so bad if he didn't ask the SAME QUESTIONS OVER AND OVER AGAIN. And he also has a bad habit of calling you on the telephone for thirty minutes, hanging up, and calling three more times over the next few minutes.
Not to mention he's started asking me about the temperature again. Grrr...
And yes, Mom, Black Moor fish have eyes. Glad you noticed.
Speaking of Mom, did you know my mother celebrates TWO days for her Birthday? Her birth certificate says the 24th, and my grandmother tells her it's the 25th. Not knowing which to decide on, she just took both days.
My birthday is July 26th. I also celebrate August 2nd. Why? Cause Mom always put off my birthday parties to August 2nd, since that day tended to fall on a Sunday or Saturday.
Funkyness, neh?
Go on.
I'll wait.
One thing that has been bothering me all day. I did a bad thing to someone yesterday, and it's been eating me all day. Didn't do a horrifically bad thing, just a matter of "oops, I forgot." Prolly made this person do some drastic things, though. Meh. Problem is, fixing it would lead to even worse things. Puts me in a terrible Catch 22. Making amends would make things worse, and Ill feel like a heel until it's fixed. It's been literally gnawing on the back of my brain all day.
I'm often the sand in some ones shoes. But I really try not to be. But I think I should get used to the fact that I CAN be a very annoying person at sometimes, and just live with it. Apologize when necessary, and if apologies are not wanted don't give them as they can be cause for further annoyance. Ask Deener about my "I'm sorry" days.
Anyways, this house lives and dies on Fried Chicken. Mom can literally live on it every day. Thankfully, even DAD got his fill of fried chicken and brought home some tasty BBQ lunchysnax. Then later on the day, Dad grabbed some Pan Dulce. I want to know what the deal is with Panaderias (Mexican bakeries) and "Pink Cake." I've never noticed anything substantially...Mexicanny about this yellow cake with pink frosting. But all Panaderias make it around here...and no one else does. Still, it's mighty tasty when you wish to be in carbohydrate heaven.
Anyways, I worked on these pics pretty much all day. Mainly as part of the Keenspace Closetspace thingy. Slowly updating the website as we go along. I thought I'd put up a full color version of one of our Heroines in Closetspace:
I also was in a good mood and managed to grab the first appearance of Our Heroes and recolor it for the archives page of the Closetspace website. The cartooning is 1993, the color is 2002.
In this version, the brunette is Carrie and the red-head is Allyson.
Dad, however, decided to constantly throw me out of my work for his famous "dissertations." If you don't know what these dissertations are, they're basically excuses to use me as a living encyclopedia. At his convenience. Usually when I'm doing something. Strike that. ALWAYS when I'm heavily involved in something.
This time he wanted to know: "Why do some people say 'The Jews killed Jesus.'" "Tell me about the Battle of the Medina." "What do they mean by 'Two out of three?'" "Who invented basketball?"
I HATE these because he wants a long an involved conversation and I'm usually drawing, writing or in a very big rush to the restroom. Knowing he'd do it again, I tried something. AS a kid, I could easily get people to ignore me by imagining myself with a big cloak around me. I gave it a shot here.
Nuthin' doin'. More questions ,more interruptions, more frustrations. Grrrr...it wouldn't be so bad if he didn't ask the SAME QUESTIONS OVER AND OVER AGAIN. And he also has a bad habit of calling you on the telephone for thirty minutes, hanging up, and calling three more times over the next few minutes.
Not to mention he's started asking me about the temperature again. Grrr...
And yes, Mom, Black Moor fish have eyes. Glad you noticed.
Speaking of Mom, did you know my mother celebrates TWO days for her Birthday? Her birth certificate says the 24th, and my grandmother tells her it's the 25th. Not knowing which to decide on, she just took both days.
My birthday is July 26th. I also celebrate August 2nd. Why? Cause Mom always put off my birthday parties to August 2nd, since that day tended to fall on a Sunday or Saturday.
Funkyness, neh?
