Hanging Out With My Special Friends

Some new movies we'd been waiting for finally came along, like Deception, the Ewan McGregor movie we waited years and years for...and...I don't know why they make him talk like that. *sigh* We were guessing what was going to happen next, and there was something that happened in the end that we guessed better than what actually happened. Not that I advocate running off with millions of dollars with no questions asked, but movies, they're meant to be fantasy. I thought.

My faith in movies was restored the next night when, as we were poking around the Pay-Per-View listings, a little movie called Speed Racer turned up. You may recall me obsessing over the movie in the months leading up to its release. I loved every insane second of that movie, and my love affair with the Racer family remains alive and well.

Over the weekend the weather cooled off so I caught up on painting things I couldn't get near during the hotter summer days. Then summer ended. Ah well. I like autumn better anyway. Until baby raccoons try to set up house in our tree. I yelled at a lot of raccoons this week. Eventually I think it thought I wanted it to come over, and that is when I learned raccoons get used to humans after a few days. Not mutual, my freaky furry friend, not mutual.

Dancing With The Stars came back and I sat there and watched every minute of it like the strange characature of myself I've become. So far my favorites are Cloris Leachman, Warren Sapp, and the guy dancing with Julianne Hough.

One of Nan's finds on Sci-Fi was a little-known superhero flick called Lightspeed, featuring Jason Connery as a dude who runs really really fast while wearing what appears to be a speedskating bodysuit. Bottles of blue chemicals that may or may not be window cleaner also figure into the special powers. I love movies like this.

I got it into my head to create a record six strips in one week, because now that I'm a month ahead on my comic I want to be two months ahead. NaNoWriMo and the holidays are coming, you know. Of course I'll probably be all, "THREE MONTHS AHEAD!" next week. This will only be funny if I happen to die and my comic strip outlives me.

Hanging Out With My Special Friends

Should Have Quit While I Had A Head.

Once more, my ribbon routine goes unseen. You lucky, lucky people.

That's it for the games, hope you had at least half as much fun reading them as I had creating them and keep up with our usual antics at either monkey.comicgenesis.com or monkeycomic.livejournal.com.

Should Have Quit While I Had A Head.

Diving Time!

Here's a good reason to not have two ladders, kids.

I've been keeping up on my RSS feeds, really.

Diving Time!

It Just Caught My Eye.

You know it wouldn't be mine if it didn't have something going in my eye.

Things take a dive in our next installment.

It Just Caught My Eye.

Horsing Around

The days of watching dressage 'til dawn may have ended, but they're alive and well in my head.

Next, the weekend!

Horsing Around

Never Use A Cannon To Kill A Mosquito.

Continuing the shameless hype of my comic strip, here's one use for all those extra cicadas and mosquitoes laying around.

Coming up, mixed doubles table tennis!

Never Use A Cannon To Kill A Mosquito.

Watervolleybasketpoloball!

Twenty years back, I drew some silly pictures while watching the Olympics. This time around, I put a little bit more thought into it. Not much...but I thought pasting them here in addition to the proper site and behind-the-scenes journal would spread the entertainment around an extra third.

Stay tuned for mosquito shooting, in only 2880 minutes!

Watervolleybasketpoloball!

I am creative.

The banner that is permanently plastered to the top of this blog takes you to my little gallery of things--photos I've taken, drawings I've done, and now buttons I've made.

Yeah, that's right, I make buttons. Right now I've only got the setup for 2¼" buttons, but provided there's any interest in my mad button making skills, I'll be adding other sizes. Meanwhile, tell everyone you know that I will make buttons for them. I have the technology.

These buttons of mine are not as edgy as my drawings, but they were made with just as much rabid conviction that someone else out there gets what I'm on about. I think I might have given strokes to some people with my implication that Jesus loves the little animals, even though there are kittens in Jerusalem, and that's not really the way to get paid for one's "art."

The buttons have nothing to do with decaying nature, either, and so with any luck they'll bring the happy feelings, as opposed to the thought that somewhere in the world, a tree is puking.

So here they are...straight outta my comic strip, onto your chest.

I am creative.