Confessions of a Cheese Grits Fiend

Did you see what Dustin Penner did earlier tonight? Holy cats! Just...wow! That was a thing of beauty. Okay, I'll settle down now.

So. Boobies. Okay. Let's get back to task here.

This morning I got an email from someone who wanted to know if the furry guy in my blogger hater entry is Kevin and if he is single.

Dear R. from Birmingham,
Yes, that is Kevin and yes he is single. Since I guess I am his de facto winggirl at this point, I will try to ask the right questions.
Do you love White Castle?
Do you love dogs?
Do you love Keanu?
Do you look like Keanu?

I needed to do some cartooning and exposure to the latest round of "Bloggers are lame!" verbage from people who should know better inspired this piece. Yes, it's rough, hastily scribbled and may have typos. And No, I don't hate anyone I lam[bleep]ed here, they're just the people whose remarks caught my attention.

I've been busy working on a comic, partially as a response to all of the anti-blogger stuff I've seen in the mainstream media and partially because cartooning is such a great walk-up to painting. I was getting out my fine-line markers because I was feeling too lazy to get my drafting pens dirty and saw something that I'd almost forgotten I had:

Dear Dad,

Hard to believe it's been 13 years. And a day. Sorry about that. I even skipped Torah study to make time to write you and then didn't.

Feather Man
author: Rhyll McMaster
Marion Boyars Publishers
release date: September 2008
isbn:978-0-7145-3148-9
msrp: $15.95

My right hip was screaming. No, I wasn't in pain. I was not hallucinating. The headset to my cell phone had come unplugged while I was at the store. The last thirty? forty? minutes had been devoted to a very animated conversation with Livy while wondering why she had suddenly gotten so faint.

acrylic on canvas 10.75 x 13.75

acrylic on a much-reclaimed commercially stretched canvas

Yesterday Alice and I spent the morning hiding out from Alice's cousin, MarshaMarshaMarsha. She was in town with her son, Ichabod, who was competing in a dominoes competition and wanted us to come watch. Yes, you read that right, MarshaMarshaMarsha expected her grown cousin to sit in a ballroom that did not have air conditioning and watch her kid play...dominoes.

Some people respond to stress by exercising or escaping into a favorite book or movie. Me?