I was going to draw a few more days for this, as we then played host for family and friends still without power and the ability to take a hot shower, but ending our four-day string with the lights coming back on seems pretty appropriate. In short, our time in the dark was nothing compared to others, and we were very lucky considering just how many trees surround our home out here in the Pennsylvanian woods.
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Tagged electricity, Hurricane Sandy, hurricanes, power, trees
Truth be told, I probably should get into the whole printable discounts instead of wasting my time doing all these comics.
Yellow bird, you are alone
In singing and in flying on
In laughing and in leaving
- “Circus Minor” by Pink Floyd
Thanks, tow truck man.
And I, I wish I met Lou Reed
Out on his darkened sea
Cause I felt it when his blood would flow
But it doesn’t take a thousand years to know
That ship burned a long time ago
And we’re all alone in a horror show
- “Horror Show” by Third Eye Blind
Drive, which was 33% techno bumps, 33% long stretches of silence, and 33% crazy brutal violence that George R.R. Martin would sign off on, was all right. More of a hauntingly cinematic action film. I still don’t get what women see in this Bryan Gooselang guy, but whatever. To each their own.
Never thought my heart could be so yearny
Why did I decide to roam
Gonna take that sentimental journey
Sentimental journey home
- “Sentimental Journey” by Nellie McKay
Yeah, this squirrel knew exactly who to target for free food. Always the bullied, never the bully–as they say.
Interested in more comics I’ve drawn about squirrels? Here’s three then:
Tomorrow’s much too long
I’ll burn my eyes out
Before I get out
- “Today” by Smashing Pumpkins
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Tagged Madison Square Park, MoCCA, New York City, NYC, Shake Shack, squirrel
I’ll probably never draw that comic, so this is the next best thing.
As soon as I get my head around you
I come around catching sparks off you
I get an electric shock from you
This secondhand living just won’t do
- “Head On” by The Pixies
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Tagged brakes, Route 80
I can spot these faux coffee carriers and drinkers like a hawk. And least fill the cup with water. You’re not that good of an actor, actors!
As I walk through the streets of my new city
My back feeling much better, I suppose
I’ve reclaimed the use of my imagination
For better or for worse
I’ve yet to know
- “Be Calm” by fun.