| Christmas Eve |
[24 Dec 2009|08:47pm] |
It being Christmas Eve and all, I was thinking of this Christmas story and drew it up. I meant to draw it nicer, but didn't get time. It's about family.
( under the cut, because it's big )
If it helps to understand it better, I am the second oldest of four girls.
Merry Christmas, everyone! To you and yours.
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| The last man to lose his head, I suppose he deserved it |
[23 Dec 2009|12:09am] |

A Scottish cartoon, since I am back home for the holidays.
I'm well acquainted with the tune "Lord Lovat's Lament," since you hear it around these parts every time anyone has to pick up a fiddle and learn something. But you know, it's one of those tunes you know so well, you pay no attention to it, it's just there in the back of your head.
Then one day, I was looking up a bunch of works by Hogarth (the best) and came upon this portrait of 'Lord Lovat'. The lovely old tune and that devily face, they didn't match. So I wanted to learn more about him!
Lovat (Simon Fraser, born 1697 - there are about a million Simon Fraser Lord Lovats) really epitomizes how reading Scottish history can make you want to tear your eyeballs out, or laugh because it's nearly a farce it's so nutty. Either the people involved are disastrously loyal, or disastrously duplicitous. Everything is a disaster, but it's a hell of a ride.
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| oh god |
[21 Dec 2009|10:22pm] |
The week between Christmas and New Year's is traditionally the lowest-traffic week of the year for my site, and I'm gonna be out of town anyway, so I thought I might try something a little different this year. Here's a teaser for my idea:

I've already got the basic idea for the story and will hopefully start working on it before we drive down to Maryland (one advantage of driving down is I can actually bring my big Cintiq with me) for the holiday. Of course, going over my outline and idea list, this might end up being MORE work than the usual QC strips >.<
So uh I no promises yet I guess, but hopefully I won't puss out and will actually get this done.
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| I'm a renegade! Or... reneGAYed... |
[21 Dec 2009|04:05am] |
Man, I got bounced from the club again for violation of dress code. This one bouncer really seems to take exception to my fabulousness. I was told my t-shirt had sleeves too short in length to be fitting attire for a man and thus was to remove myself from the club until such time as I had rectified the problem. I told him I had worn this very t-shirt to the club on many occasions but I was informed that tonight was a "special night" and my shirt just wasn't manly enough.
So a quick trip down the street to the Walmart and I returned with this.

Yeah bitches! Check out those mutha fugga sleeves! They're so long and manly they need holes for the thumbs to go through. Those freakin' things almost go up to my knuckles! I defy you to deny the manliness of the length of my sleeves now Mr. Bouncer Man. These sleeves makes me so manly that if I were to spit on the ground testicles would grow where it lands.
And what's cool with this pic is the shadow cast by the track lighting makes it kind of look like I'm wearing a domino mask. Yeah! I'm CAPTAIN LONGSLEEVES bitch! With super masculine long sleeve action.
So I gave a little tug on my sleeve and nod to the bouncer as I re-entered the club. Since he was wearing a short sleeved shirt he had no choice but to submit to my superior manliness.
So you want to know what wasn't a violation of dress code?
I'm wearing my favorite 501s. I got them second hand and they were unbelievably soft, almost like well worn flannel. The softness caused a failure of one of the legs which tore just under my butt cheek. No problem, I fixed it with some eyelets and funky shoe laces and it actually looked pretty cool. So I'm dancing tonight and I hear a little rip. I reach back and feel that the other leg has a hole in it now too. No problem I'll fix it when I get home tonight and all will be well. So I'm dancing away and its suddenly getting a little breezy. I get home tonight and discover my jeans have suffered a catastrophic failure of the structural integrity.

While they looked just like an ordinary pair of jeans in the front the entire rear has become some sort of bizarre miniskirt thing as the crotch has been completely severed and the rear leg is only held on one side by my previous lacing. My ass and purple bikini briefs are hanging out on full view.
Apparently nobody had a problem with this as I wasn't told wearing a half-jean half-miniskirt combination wasn't a violation of the rules of manliness required to gain entry into the club.
I think this shall be it for my beloved 501s. I have another pair but this one was my favorite for its softness, which I suppose was its own undoing. Perhaps I can turn them into a ragged denim miniskirt or something but it's going to take a lot of work to make them a pair of pants again. I will miss you soft 501s and all the ass grabbings you got me.
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| Fart-chan Mark II |
[18 Dec 2009|12:43am] |

Tubgirl staggered and finally collapsed. "You...you have defeated me," she gasped.
"No," Fart-chan replied. "It was you who defeated yourself."
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| Familiar Faces |
[16 Dec 2009|08:50pm] |

Some holiday comics! The Kiss Elves return.
Oh and I am posting journal type comics on twitter sometimes. If you are on twitter I am @beatonna
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[16 Dec 2009|05:27pm] |
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Not having a good day.
Since monday I've been chasing a lead for a potentially permenant job in fucking circles, playing phone tag, and telling go-betweens to schedule things that they aren't fucking scheduling. I strongly dislike going through temp agencies.
It'd be a lot easier to do this if I didn't have a job, specifically one that fires for two attendance anomalies in one month (of which I already have one). But quitting a sure thing to chase possibilities is a bit like bungie jumping into a swimming pool. That may or may not be filled with water. And may or may not be filled with angry wasps. Without a bungie, mind you.
Argh.
I just want SOMETHING to progress straightforwardly for fucking once. I'm tired of having to jump through hoops for things that should just be action and reaction.
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