The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog. LET’S GET UP THE HILLS TOGETHER IN 2015! WHOO WHOO RICE-A-RONI FOR ALL!
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 870 times in 2014. If it were a cable car, it would take about 15 trips to carry that many people.
Here’s hoping the majority of the blur is favorable.
(This was the first comic I did in two weeks. During those two weeks I got a reminder of how important the people in my life are and while we really didn’t need the reminder to be THAT in our faces, I’m grateful it wasn’t much worse. Because I don’t know if the comic would’ve continued today if things had gone differently, and that is why I bring it to your attention. Take care of yourselves, kids.)
This cat appeared out of the vines growing up the telephone pole in the neighbor’s yard one night. Usually only birds and squirrels are able to get up there. It was near midnight when VineCat appeared, so I’m not sure if she knew what she was doing, but she was adorable doing the measuring head bob to get back down, and she did get back down because I saw her again a few days later.
I keep offering these cats a new home and they are not interested.
I might as well just admit it was Doctor Whoof that I submitted for review being I consider it my best recent work. The majority of the reaction was useful, but another hilarious nitpick was “I can’t tell the dogs apart.”
Sadly there was no way to contact the reviewer, so I’ll put my response here: A lab/terrier mix, a Pug, a Lhasa Apso mix, an Afghan mix, and a Border Collie mix. You’re welcome.
I don’t get feedback on my drawing often, but when I do, if the person critiquing my stuff doesn’t know me or my furry pals, they single out the creepy eyes. Recently I got a peer review for a comic I submitted that included the opinion, “2: The eyes are not pretty. 3: See 2.”
It amused the hell out of me.
And amusing myself comes in handy when these comics go up three weeks later and my Nan’s in the hospital. She’s okay. She’s going to be okay. She has to be okay.
It’s called an ambulatory EEG, and I wore it for 48 hours. During those 48 hours I couldn’t use electronics (the ten gig drive featured was dead) and being I draw with a pencil on paper, I was not inconvenienced in the least…until the weight and tightness of the EEG equipment made me ill, but the EEG was meant to record me being ill, so with three weeks between then and now, it all worked out as far as I’m concerned.
Not so much the Night of the Fly, which ended with much pouting and freaked out furries.