Hide and Shriek

Don’t Quit Your Day Job

Advertisements

On Bird-Watching

Don’t Quit Your Day Job

 

I’ve been out in Central Texas for almost two years now, yet I’m still losing my shit every time I spot one of these guys – much less the three that appear to live – or at least feed – right along my daily commute route.  In my defense, several of my coworkers who have lived out here much longer than I have are just as thrilled as I am with our neighborhood roadrunners.

Running rings around the competition

Don’t Quit Your Day Job

 

I blame Phil Plait.  His blog is an unending stream of pretty space pictures, and he’s been getting a little Saturn-happy lately.

I mean, are these Cassini pictures not the prettiest things you ever did see?

On Restraint

Don’t Quit Your Day Job

 

Apologies for the comic being even later than usual.  Once again, I procrastinated, and didn’t finish the original drawing until too late on Friday night to start inking.  Then I was actually – gasp! – productive on Saturday.

I cleaned my room.

Yeah, I know.  Wow.

I got the closet so organized, in fact, that the boy felt an overwhelming urge to prance, and then did.  He pranced in my closet.  Not a euphemism for anything at all, I swear.  There was clear floor space in my closet, and he did a little jig right there, on that clear floor.

…no, I really don’t know why.