If the World Had Ended in 1992

Is it weird if my ways of relaxing from working at a computer are essentially the same as working at a computer? Whatever, I did this dismal scene in copper:

It’s a doodle, essentially, without the burden of having to put pencil to paper. Modified background spites found here, here and here. And more of whatever you would call this, pixel-pushing or whatever, here.

Heard It Through the Base Line

Another doodle resulting from my desperate attempts to escape boredom.

On some level, I feel this little nothing was inspired by Superjail. And I have to wonder: Is the top-left third clouds? Or guts? Shouldn’t I know?

Sexual Harassment Beneath the Burning Tree

Going through an old notebook, I found this doodle, which I have no recollection of drawing. Clearly, it must have been a boring meeting.

Even stranger is the fact that someone else clearly drew the hand grabbing the lady’s bottom. I don’t draw hands like that. I don’t draw hands hardly at all. Hands are hard.

You Cannot Escape Christmas

My previous posts drew some criticism for a decidedly un-Chistmaslike focus on death, so I decided instead to put up something a little more seasonally appropriate.

Better?

EDIT: In the interest of full disclosure, I should probably note that the above demonic Christmas tree is the second draft of something I drew on the office whiteboard during downtime at work. Co-worker Ben was kind enough to photograph the first draft and post it on Facebook.

Somehow, I think I like the more hurriedly drawn whiteboard version better, possibly because scribble helps mask an ill-planned drawing. Which is why I draw that way.

Fat Dog Is Fat

I have proof that Spencer has a fairly narrow schema for how animals look.

An example of how he used to draw his dog when he was a kid:

And, drawn sometime later, a note that I found on my desk and which I’m pretty sure that Spencer wrote.

The Five-Letter Word

A doodle, to be interpreted correctly only by my immediate colleagues. Still, I couldn't throw it away.

Wrath of Whacka

Doodles done during downtime.

I'm most pleased with the rather disturbed ladybug. With the cat, I think I was subconsciously remembering Alexandre from Home Movies.

Mister Squarehead

A doodle, this time transposed from my notebook into Photoshop. Considering that I spent all of ten minutes on this, I think it turned out rather well.

The moral: Effort doesn't pay off.

A Terrible Pun

Ahem.

Of course, I'm calling it "Regina Dentata." I couldn't resist.

Strange Invitation

Another doodle, done in a moment of boredom:

I'm calling it "Rachel's Boyfriend." On some level, I think, it's as best an homage to Frank Miller as I can do.

Courtroom Sketches

Yesterday, I sat in on the News-Press/NLRB hearing. Given that it's a legal procedure focusing on the one event that has been the focus of the Santa Barbara journalism world for the last year, you'd think it would be riveting. It's not. This dull write-up being proof, it's actually more boring than a water district meeting, and I've been to more than my fair share of those. Seriously, it would have been more interesting to write an article on the linty contents of my belly button.

Nonetheless, I went and reported, in a fashion my editing duties do not often allow. While I was there, the legal happenings frequently paused so the lawyers involved could chat about their strategy or ensure that the document they had was the same version as that the other side had. This happened a lot. Eventually, I made a game for myself: draw a picture, and think if I could finish the picture in the same the break would provide. Below are the results.

A happy ostrich!

A demonic umbrella!

An unfortunate woman with a beehive, apparently falling. (I'm calling her "Inez." Also, this was done in the longest break, hence the detail.)

Notes From a Meeting Today

I was tired. Everybody else was long-winded.

Encyclopedia Drew and the Mystery of the Rabbit-Eared Woman

While going back through my files to scan old newspaper articles for clips, I came across a lot of stuff I hadn’t seen in a while. The photos of me and Jill in Solvang, for example. However, I also thumbed through an odds-and-ends collection that I had hurriedly labeled “artsy shit” when I set up my filing system last year in an effort to organize my life. (The files, by the way, have not been added to since and everything keep-worthy from the preceding year is sitting in one big pile, next to the file box.) Included in the artsy shit file is a lot of stuff that I did in art studio classes at UCSB — none of it worth putting on the wall, really, but also none of it being anything I felt like throwing away.

One of the things I apparently decided to keep is the following image:

It’s a woman. She has rabbit ears. Her name, apparently, is Dorothy. It’s drawn in black marker on an otherwise blank index card. There’s nothing written on the back. I found a few other index cards in the folder that look like they might have been part of the same assignment, but for what class and for what purpose I can’t remember. Most of the images on the other cards look like something I had copied down from somewhere else. Maybe that was the assignment. Maybe I’m a plagiarist.

In any case, this image in particular has intrigued me a great deal. You’d think I’d remember a woman with rabbit ears, especially one who looked rather down about it. If anybody can fill me in on who Dorothy is and where I may have encountered her, I’d appreciate it. I'm half-temped to xerox some copies and post them around the neighborhood with the words "Have you seen this woman?" written on it, if only to see what kind of response it might get.

Dina Says I Don't Take Good Notes in Class

So do you agree with Dina?









In my defense, my grades are as good if not better than hers.