If you would rather read something funny, here is a 100% accurate history of Thanksgiving as written by some guy. Boy he was a riot. Wonder what happened to him.
I haven't posted anything here in, oh jeeze, months and months. Not because I'm on Twitter or facebooksters; it is because I still don't have a scanner for the comics I draw on paper, and the comics I draw on the computer still fill me with sadness and impotent rage (the Wacom tablet does not "have my back.") The learning curve for someone who is both self-taught and lazy as sin is very steep.
However, I think that I may post some excepts from the current novel (not a NaNoWriMo book) late this week or early next. A seasonally appropriate bit, even. I do this in the spirit of throwing a uncooked turkey into a frozen pond. (As in, I am not totally sure why, but it seems right.)
I am still scannerless, but I want to stay in the habit of posting; I've found that when I put off doing stuff for technical reasons, I just never do anything. So! More grainy comics.
One of the dogs that I walk greets me (and everyone, even strangers) by walking nose-first into the crotchular region. When we go down in the elevator she'll position herself there and just kind of...hang out. She very much enjoys Dog Butt Bongos, and wags along in time to whatever song I'm listening to on the headphones.
Another comic; although today I have used ink which makes it more visible, I have still had to resort to my horrible camera, which I didn't buy fresh batteries for today because I am broke. And still afflicted with laziness.
Waiting two days until after the fanfare has ended to shyly and covertly post the only two and a half days that I actually did of hourly comics, not scanned or even inked, but scratched out in pencil and hastily photographed while eking out the last juice in the camera's dying batteries, well, is pretty much my modus operandi in a nutshell. The photos are terrible, but I didn't have time to retake them before the camera keeled over and kicked it's little legs into the air. But you are not really missing anything, since the images the photos are meant to capture are mediocre at best.
Considering what happened last time, this leads me to anticipate, within the next couple years, the advent of Bike 2.0; if you leave your bike locked outside, you can expect that passers-by may have added or subtracted items from it.