Did a bit of digital painting last night:

Did a bit of digital painting last night:

Last year’s Jesus-breakfast-wordplay-cartoon. Happy Easter!


Sometimes it feels this way.
Much better than their 2006 attempt.

That didn’t take long.

I’ve reached the stage of life that requires eyebrow maintenance. My barber volunteers to trim them when I get a haircut but I’ve found she cuts them so short that I now politely refuse her offer. She pretends to be offended, and I think perhaps she is a bit. Who am I to claim more knowledge of how the eyebrow should be trimmed? But I hold my ground and then go home and do a slightly less lousy job of it myself.

Existential kitty:

A doodle of lament:

Cemetery doodle:

It’s a bugaboo.

Another form of questioning:

Seems to me we’ve all got enough of our own. Time to offload?

Creatively stringing words and phrases together is entertaining for me:
