* ahem * So I was gone last week. Back to Dallas to visit the family. I’m afraid I was the grandma this Christmastime. Luckily it was an Airzooka instead of a flamethrower, and in my defense it was sheer dumb luck my brother got it in this year’s white elephant, but I don’t think the dog’s gonna be happy in the house for weeks, and it’s a good thing dogs aren’t real capable of extended abstract reasoning or I’d have wound up with poop in my bed. What’d I get? Lottery tickets! $25 worth. Return of five bucks. Got me a cuppa coffee in the airport. Life is good!

Ah, the coronary. Classic!

I wish I were able to get to these sooner, but I’ve been busy on the portfolio portion of my site, which has been down forever, rendering my business cards useless, and the site’s kicking my ass, plus I’m leaving town on Monday, so… well, if you see this, you see it. Wheee. I don’t hate self-promotion, but it’s kind of boring, going me me me all the time, so I’ll be real glad once the portfolio’s finally updated. Then I might get paying work again! That was real nice. Actually, I did one paying job just today, a caricature of somebody. This is something that causes a normally fearless cartoon illustrator to walk with great trepidation. I wish people would commission me to do caricatures of people they hate. That is easy. That is fun. Like, if I could get some rich private school kids to pay me money to draw unflattering pictures of their principal I would be totally down. But this flattering caricature business… man.

I seriously have lost friends before because they asked me to draw pictures of them and I foolishly did. That is no joke. Hence the fear.

I hate to just give away my best negotiating tactics.

I would religiously watch this cartoon if it were on TV. Heck, I’d even buy a television.

I actually really kinda miss my television.