Training Day

Early morning, every morning: these guys are dedicated to the art of clear reception.

All digital, with some scanned textures.  

Owly Owly Owly

Got the go-ahead from the voices at the top. Lawny the Owl, ladies and gentlemen. Mascot and inspiration to the Woodlawn Library. Probably. Unless the staff votes him down. Which is impossible.


Some brief sketchnitude:




Lookitim, in all his various incarnations. Gimme some feedback... he could go in pretty much any direction at this point (though the jock-computer version doesn't really fly). I'll wing out some more tomorrow, when my pulse rates above corpse level. Those playground kids are crazy, crazy business, though I completed all of their challenges, excluding the backflip.

And the front flip.


And the handstand.



I left before they could dream up anything else. Incidentally, I showed a few of them my initial drawings of the Lawn Man, and I have no idear where they at. If you work with me and see a piece of paper on the playground under those rad triangular monkey bars, snatch it up and slide it through the book drop (not the audio/visual).


...and my legs have lost track of their usual springiness.

Fume, Fume, Run, Run from Room

Today was so rampantly insane , I 'm temporarily befuddled and have, as of this late hour, strayed completely from the daunting task of unraveling my coworkers' collective madness; an overwhelming blast from the horn of plenty, a big tip on a torpid night, a cell phone with immaculate reception. I've started drawing them. Humbly. Cautiously. Somewhat inaccurately. Immediately after the two hour 'meeting' today, I played on the playground. And then climbed a tree. And sat doodling until my bum got all bummy and I had to unclimb the thing.

Here's a very, very broad overview of our group focus:We played 'holy smoke, the building's a roiling greasy ball of torch' drill. Twice.


Also, new daily comics posted.


Link of the moment:


This almost made me late: http://commtechlab.msu.edu/sites/aslweb/browser.htm

I ended up running on a belly full of bananas, but now I can sign that, so every step was worth it. What's your favorite sign?

Now I have no qualms about being a librarian. But hopefully this job will work out: