Rin, Todd, Last Night & This Afternoon.

I'm Working On My Portraits.

Hopefully since Beth is really down lately with the DnD thing & appreciates my cooking, she'll give me a chance at future slightly better attempts than my first try & its follow-up.

Rin, drawing at Woodstar over some totally gorgeous mochas this afternoon.
(Drinking [Coffee] & Drawing Is Absolutely Allowed Here, BTW. Or Tea. Or Water. Or Juice. Or Soup. Whatever You Fancy.)
He claims he's going to post some of his always beautiful work here very soon.
I hope to god this is true, it's been way too long since the last time.

& Todd, in my kitchen last night, over broccoli & garlic & brown basmati rice & mesculin mix salad.
(the girl who loves bacon & cheese the MOST, cooking for a vegan. But at least I'm creative & I do love vegetables).

I'm still the food artist around here, but I think my people skills are improving.
Slightly.
(yep, the irony in that sentence was intentional).

Ok, Ok, So You Really Don't Suck That Much.

Plenty Of Perfectly Fine Things DO Happen In South Deerfield, It Turns Out.

Like this breakfast sandwich, previously seen taking on a starring role in this comic, from the lovely Go Nomad Cafe.

& Then there's the beauty of a drive on 116 through Sunderland on a perfect mid-September afternoon. That's good too.

I think I'm going to be taking a bit of a break from the bar, so my content for at least foreseeable future may be a lot more of the sandwiches, coffee cups, & mountains variety & less of the PBR & dancing.
But I'll still try to keep things interesting.

What's The Subtext?

Sometimes there really isn't any.
You may be imagining the messages laced into the drawings. A drawing is just a drawing is just a drawing is just a drawing.
To explain it too much makes it a novel.

A drawing that doesn't mean what you think it does.

(this drawing is complicated) & what I ate while drawing it, from DnD dinner 9.16.09 with beth.

(I was crying while I ate this, but not about what you think)
Seriously, we all got our shit,
but you dance, you cry, you breathe, you try to be open & accept things, & you appreciate the people who let you cry & also are thrilled by glitter flowers.
& you draw, above all else.

Are You Way Too Picky When It Comes To Guys?

Answer= Hells, No.

Another lovely DnD dinner with Beth.
(broccoli, cream sauce, papparedelle)

Here are her spectacular, much appreciated contributions:
(this from the girl who says she can't draw, no way)

the whole thing about the whole thing

(happy birthday, lady)(glitter flowers)

thanks to the modern wonders of the hairdryer & the scanner, both located currently in my room,
this fabulous drawing is now on the internet.

& my contribution this evening, beth drawing.

& then we did a COSMO quiz, that classic DnD activity.

I still don't think we are too picky, just awesome.

Not A Care, This Teenage Queen.

It's Not Always Fun & Games Around Here At DnD, But It's Always An Adventure. (& By ADVENTURE, I Mean We Can Find ART In The Worst Of Situations,
THAT'S WHAT WE DO.)

A recent nightmare.

My version...

...of this list.

Then Johnny Cash plays pleasantly in Woodstar on a perfect September morning,

& some valuable advice upon which to conclude a sketchbook begun in
Asheville, NC.

Instead of bad decisions,
just DRAW SOMETHING.

Look Out. This Could Happen To You.

See, I told you DnD was contagious.

Now Hillary's doing it too.

It's Getting Very Interesting At The Grocery Store, If This Is What We Do There. First Beth, now Hillary.

ARE YOU NEXT ?
LOOK OUT.

This Is A Bad Place To Be With Something To Think About.

(Yes I Borrowed That Title)
Still More Comics From The Grocery Aisles.
Yup.
Work just hasn't gotten anymore interesting.
So certain old memories are being relived,
in the classic "comics on old sales flyer scrap paper drawn in between transactions" format.
Today's version:

"What Happened A Year Ago:
A Story Not Unrelated To The Grocery Store"
a shared favourite song plays miraculously while ordering sierra nevadas at the iron horse & sharing origin stories.

A conversation goes on too long & is way too meaningful, two nights in a row & a trust is built on a shared love of particular condiments.

the first time, & then again. & a birthday party that really wasn't but at least there were sparkling lights, a corsage of sorts, & rock music back when I enjoyed that sort of thing.
& late night diner visits almost never go wrong for me.

a day together & a beginning, or at least the promise of one. & where I met one of the best breakfast sandwiches I have ever known. & had a pretty perfect birthday.
Even if you still suck, South Deerfield.

a leap of faith, & a month or so of perfect sundays.

there was definitely more. is definitely more to come.
this is where "this is different this is special" came from.
this is what I think about at work.