#lunchdoodle quickie. Dragon drinking a milkshake. Btw, the Pentel Pocket Pen is pretty much the best pen that's ever happened to me.
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Meat vs. Booze is an idea I've had for some time now. I posed an informal survey a couple years ago and lately have been thinking it could be fun to have an actual survey and then use the data to improve my infographic design skills. Maybe make some fun charts and graphs and illustrations. Because the only thing more fun than eating and drinking meat and alcohol is drawing the two. Well, I'm sure there are other fun things, but for the sake of this project we'll pretend.
If you would be so kind as to fill out this fun little anonymous survey, I'd be SUPER appreciative!
And the best thing, the very best thing of all, is there's time now... there's all the time I need and all the time I want. Time, time, time. There's time enough at last.
Getting ready for National Readathon Day!
It's been a bit of a while since I started this one, but finally got around to finishing it. They say all candy corn comes from the same batch from the 1950s. It just keeps getting recycled year to year. Makes sense to me...
Started the East Nasty Potato to Tomato 5k training program last week. It goes through til August, culminating with the annual Tomato Festival 5k. It's been pretty fun so far. Thought it would be even more fun to draw it and color it (that'll be soon).
Hot showers make everything a little better.
A quick comic based on an instagram conversation.
[three_fourth]I grew up with dogs. Big dogs. But the one year, my sister had the chance to pick out the next family dog and she chose Peaches. A runty, stubborn, turd of a beagle mix. That ol' dog lived about 14 years. Despite being hit by a car. Twice. Attacked by a bear. Twice. Consuming an entire chicken carcass, stuck in illegal hunting traps, sprayed by every skunk in the area, stuck under the porch, and knocked up by a very large collie (let's just say it didn't work out. Little beagles aren't meant to carry collie pups). Yet that dog lived for FOURTEEN YEARS. And lived every day to eat. And was thusly the fattest little beagle dog ever. My grandfather nicknamed her "The Square Dog." While she passed away ages ago, thoughts of her randomly haunted my mind today. Peaches, oh Peaches. You were a good dog, my dear.[/three_fourth].