This is Rua, my sister’s greyhound.
I’m not very happy with this drawing, it looks like those paint-by-numbers kits I did as a kid. Oh well! Every day I learn something new, and attempting brindle colouring was always going to be a challenge!
Nov9
Category Archives: cartoons
Nov4
Jimmie Chew, Fin and Darnell have been Brushed!
A lovely young cat visited my blog and liked my finger paintings enough to request a portrait. How could I ever say no?
This is Jimmie Chew, he has a photo-diary blog of his own where you can follow his busy day, from nap to car trip to glamour modelling.
Jimmie is the star and narrator of his blog, but he has two feline ‘brothers.’ I didn’t want them to feel missed out, so here is Fin, a lovely grey gentleman:
And this is Darnell. He is all black and seriously challenged my abilities. I need to figure out how to paint in reverse.
As always, I am happy to have handsome, willing models to draw. I learn more with every picture. Thank you, boys!
Oct21
Bella has been Brushed!
I’m having a shitty evening. Financial situation just got even worse. I suppose I could talk about it here, but its too depressing and it will just make me angry having to go over everything in detail. Let’s leave it alone for now, as there is nothing to be done.
Instead, have a gander at the lovely Bella. Bella is a rescue greyhound, and shares her home with a fellow KIBIS member. We hope to have her and my girl Neko become doggie-friends – as soon as we find neutral ground they can run and play in together safely.
Oct18
Miss Mildred Fierce has been Brushed!
Hi! I have a KIBIS “meeting” shortly, so no time for a long post today. However! I have, for your perusal, Miss Mildred Fierce!
This gorgeous gal is someone I’ve never met, but she always has a kind word for everyone – unless you are a greedy government pig, then: Watch Out! She’s super smart and has more style and class than a room full of Siamese cats.
Oct16
Spottie-Cat has been Brushed!
My project for the evening, Spot done in finger paints:
I’m not thrilled. It appears that I’m pretty good at eyes. Those are definitely his eyes, I can see what he’s thinking. But the rest… I need more practice.
Oct15
How the hell old am I, again?
I’ve not been sleeping that well lately, and it seems just about everything and anything will wake me up: the wind, my bad back, the sound of a Bad Cat chewing up a dog’s toy downstairs.
This isn’t normal for me. It might take some time for me to fall asleep in bed, but once I’m out, I’m out. Thunderstorms, garbage trucks, insane neighbours shouting right outside my house at 3 am – I sleep through all of these things. I never wake up when iDJ comes to bed after me. I probably have conversations with him, but I am not awake.
(I have a lifetime history of talking in my sleep. When my sis and I shared a bedroom I got out of bed and lay down on the floor one night. She asked me what was wrong. I told her that the sums were bothering me. She asked what ‘sums’ were. I told her that a sum is the sound a unicorn makes. She told me to go back to bed, and I did. Of course, this is all hearsay, I don’t remember this. But now you know what sound a unicorn makes. Apparently they like math.)
I’m particularly annoyed because Bad Cat has started eating the new Carrot dog toy. The toy honks, but he’s not honking it at 5am. Just eating it. I have no idea how I can hear that in my sleep from upstairs, but I can.
(Either of my boys can be Bad Cat. In this case, it’s the Siamese. He eats fabric and dog kibble, the other one eats plants and plastic. Sigh.)
One night I tried sleeping in the spare room, because the bedroom windows were making funny noises (probably noises quite similar to a cat eating a dog toy that is as big as he is), and iDJ was still up and on my couch.
I tossed and turned for hours, and finally was well and truly asleep – for a bit. I woke up, and it was quiet, and warm, and comfortable – until I turned over and extreme pain shot through my face.
I had a massive zit on my cheek. It was talking to me, in an Irish accent. Let me illustrate:
It hurt enough to wake me all the way up and keep me awake, thinking. Thinking things like, ‘I’m bloody 40, when is this shit going to stop!?!? Why am I having more skin issues now than I did as a teenager? What the hell is wrong with me? Skin is too dry to not use face cream, but too zitty to allow me use it without a break out… aauggh!’
Ok, I confess. This entire post was thought of right there and then, at 5:30 in the morning, with very little sleep, and it turns out to be nothing but a long-winded excuse to draw a picture. I never, ever, said that the things I think about at ‘oh-dark-thirty’ are logical, or funny. I got nuthin, here.
But look! I drew a picture of a zit on my face saying ‘how’rya!’
Oct14
WTF
Right, so – I waste a shitload of my time finding and reading webcomics. The one I’m working my way through at the moment is Cyanide & Happiness. The website is full of ads, and I’m good at not even noticing ads, so it doesn’t bother me. But this one jumped out at me, and I had to screen capture and share the What The Fuckery:
The cartoon is about bulimia. I never said I liked politically correct cartoons. But the bulimia topic is a bit ironic when you look at the ad! WTF!!! Would you wear that? Why would you wear that? Where would you wear that?
I’ll give them credit for not going with the overdone fake tan look, though. That gal has one white booty.
“Hmm, I really like thongs, but find that they don’t ride up and chafe my hole nearly enough. But wait, look! I can get one that is part of my shirt, so every time I move I’ll get the extra anal flossing I love and deserve!”
Oct14
I’m feeling visual tonight
I’m having more fun putting up pics tonight than writing, sorry. I bored myself with the baby oil & dog food post, I think.
So, here’s some more of my digital art. I’m using Brushes for iPad, and it’s all finger painting: you cannot use any other tool but your finger to draw with. Great fun! This is my friend Ineedahome. She lives in Alaska, and the photo I worked from was taken while she was on a moose-hunting trip in the Yukon. When I saw it on FB I had to draw her.
This gal is awesome! She’s super creative: amongst other things, she does guerrilla knitting, collects and cleans skulls, writes, sews, and loves zombies. I’m forever grateful to have met her in a Florida Wal-Mart and being brave enough to make friends. I’m also happy to live in this digital world where two former Floridians that now live in Irleland and Alaska can talk and share our lives daily. Love ya!
Oct12
Experimenting with links…
Oct8
Please meet… Socks!
Hiiii! I have to talk about a very important subject. Very!
My best friend, Socks! Here she is, as illustrated by yours truly:
Isn’t she gorgeous on the outside? Well, the inside is so stunning you’ll lose all interest in plastic TV people and shallow fictional characters. I will never be able to do her justice using mere words, or a Brushes finger painting.
But, fuck it, I like a challenge. Here’s the smallest glimpse into why I have the best best friend in the world.
She fell in love with her next door neighbour when they were both kids. She never wanted anyone else, and she never would, or had to, settle for less. They’ve been married over a decade now. He is soooooo lucky.
She’s a fab artist in a bunch of different medium. Mediums? Shit, I thought I knew how to write. Different artistic materials that you use to make artistic stuff with. She’s so good my English fails me 😀 She’s so good she could teach, and has.
She sends REAL MAIL. Not a big deal? When’s the last time you got a real letter or postcard or package? How about one that is an original painting, and tells you how fantastic you are and how much fun the sender had in the act of creating and sending it? Yeah, it’s a big deal.
So far I’ve not gotten personal, but this is: she sends me things all the bloody way over here! It costs a fortune to send silly things like Peeps, or giant candy canes, or Kraft mac n cheese to another damn country, but she does. Things I can’t get here, and I mention without thinking about it… show up on my doorstep. I live 3,000 miles away from anything I ever knew, and everyone that I’ve known longer than seven years. She sends me bits of ‘home’ so I don’t get too sad and lonely. She’s the one who realised that I might need such things in the first place.
She puts up with Oirish Tirsday; our weekly phone call, that goes on for hours. Yes, we’re both married. But some things you can only talk about to a best friend. And she listens, sooooo much better than I do. Hence her sending me prezzies from ‘home’ that I bring up in passing, and immediately forget about.
She’s funny. I get to snort laughter more on an Oirish Tirsday than I do all week.
She’s a genuinely nice person, but not a doormat. She recently had to meet someone that did horrible things to her and her family. I never, ever, would have met with this jerk. Her hubby didn’t understand why she would, either. But because she was incapable of being even the tiniest bit of an asshole, they met…and it was fine. Even, perhaps, good. Wow, babe. You are way stronger than me.
She takes care of everyone, and I mean everyone, in her life. I worry about that, that it is too much for one person to handle. But I’m one of the ones she takes care of, and I don’t want her to ever stop.
There are some, just some, of the reasons why this gal rocks my world.
We talk, obviously, a LOT. About anything. Sex? well, duh. Self-analysis? yup. Art, writing, music, food, pets, our respective menfolk, family, the occult, cannibalism, murder, and poop. Actually, I think we talk about poop more than any other single topic. Hey, it’s a never-ending source of humour!
Back in January, a new topic came up. Children, babies, having them, why and why not. Well, it wasn’t a new topic. But it hadn’t been talked about in ages, because we’d agreed that kids are oooky.
And I think I’ll leave you hanging, here, as there is sooo much more to say still.
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