it’s bliss, though (clichés galore)

2014-8-27Let me give you an example of what i’m getting at: Sometimes, when my van starts making a funny noise, I think to myself, “Well, it’s not exploding, so i’m sure it’s fine.”  What a terrible way to own a vehicle… But not being a mechanic, a little pinging sound in my car could be anything from sticky brake pads to OH MAN I NEED A NEW TRANSMISSION.  It is definitely easier to just turn up the radio.  But is it better?  of course not.

Have a great Wednesday everyone!

 

 

scare-dy dog

2013-10-22true story.  I think my dog is inventing things to be afraid of.  What is scary about a discarded extra large tim hortons cup, standing like a monolith, completely alone, in the middle of the sidewalk?  I’m not saying I DIDN’T think there may have been a bomb in it myself, but it didn’t stop me from walking past it.  Each day is an exercise in new fear when you are a tiny dog.

 

cuteness is not legal defence

2013-7-3Coffee-dog has been pretty good actually!  but DIANA has been peeing on the floor EVERYWHERE…  Around Coffee’s kennel, on Coffee’s blanket, it’s crazy!  I mean, COME ON DIANA, THE BATHROOM IS JUST A COUPLE STEPS AWAY.

I can type this without fear of repercussion because Diana is away at a wedding for the weekend.  *sniff* I will miss her and her floor-peeing ways!

 

don’t play with fire

 

2013-3-22bI am terrified of starting barbecues, oil lamps, gas fireplaces, camp stoves, gas stoves, and pretty much anything that requires a lighter and a regulating valve.  I’m terrified of the lighter not sparking properly, the fumes getting out of hand in the meantime, and then when the lighter finally ignites, the fumes are caught and i am consumed in a ball of fire.  Honestly.  This fear may be irrational, and actually is ACTUALLY irrational.  But!  It was ingrained in me as a kid!  don’t play with fire.  DON’T PLAY WITH FIRE, or else the rescue-911 people will come, and then OUR house will be the one on the TV.  BUT!  then, 20 years later, you get to be an adult, and YOU HAVE TO PLAY WITH FIRE.  TO HEAT YOUR HOME.  and COOK THE FOODS.  MAN!

MY GOODNESS is it ever a good thing that my wife Diana is not afraid of any of this.  If she were afraid, our house would be FREEZING.  It is very cold in the house right now, and Diana is not here, which means that I will have to warm myself with a cup of coffee, and my dog coffee.  BRRRRR!  Best part of marriage- covering each other’s fears off.  woot!  Maybe not the best part, but a benefit to be sure.

Apologies for all of the caps-lock yelling in this post.  I have to yell to keep warm.
(it’s actually only like 5 degrees Celsius, not even really that cold.)

 

Fear of Sketch Books

So, as I draw these, I’ve been listening to podcasts!  Yay.  I’m late to the podcast bandwagon; I’ve been listening through the webcomics weekly back log, and I absolutely love it.  So anyways, episode 56, Scott Kurtz talks about his fear of filling sketchbooks, about how, after about three or four pages, he gets too distraught by the lack of perfection that he can’t keep going.
I have the same fear of filling sketchbooks.  I will draw for three or four pages, and then I just get incredibly anxious that i’m wasting paper, because the drawings don’t look great, or i just get really nervous that someone will see the drawing and judge me for it, or crazy crap like that.  I mean, I drew on both sides of my sketch book pages for a long time, until my artist friends were like “…what are you doing?  your drawings are rubbing off on each other.”  I think when I drew on both sides, I felt better, because of some engrained message that I had learned in elementary school about using paper responsibly.  It’s like a big-ol crazy storm in this head of mine when it comes to filling a sketch book.  This comic was actually born out of a desire to get me to draw every day that my five hundred stock-piled sketchbooks, all 3/4 empty, were not fulfilling, and I’m really thankful for this comic because it has definitely made me better at drawing, and not just at cartoony stuff either, which i was pleasantly surprised by.
the crazier thing:  I absolutely LOVE getting sketch books.  Like, when I get one at christmas, i’m stoked.  I’m thrilled by the possibilities, and it’s only when i get a few pages in that i have a nervous break-down.  Working at a church only adds to my “sketch anxiety”.  I really couldn’t tell you why.  In college, i carried a couple sketch books in my bag and would just whip em out and draw on occasion… But NOW, it’s like, I feel like I have to have a fresh book, and start from scratch, and make sure everything in there is “clean”.  It’s not even like I draw inappropriate stuff; my fear is like, my hand will get bumped when i’m drawing proportions, and i’ll leave the thing open in my office, and someone will see it and be offended by it, and that’s just a headache!
I suppose I had that happen to me before… fresh out of Briercrest, I was posting my sketches online, (ironically, on a “blog” connected to my MSN account.  It’s ironic because, i mean, how long ago was MSN?  and this is still fresh in my memory?)  and I had a bunch of female friends of mine absolutely lambast me for my inability to draw female proportions realistically, and I think they even went so far as to call me perverted.  Was I?  probably, I don’t remember, i was like 18, but I remember being absolutely unable to articulate any kind of defence or even articulate thought as to why I had decided to draw such a thing.  I didn’t post any drawings online again until i was like, 22, and I definitely haven’t really sketched since then.
When I go home at Christmas, I usually try to dig out my old sketch books and check out my drawings from early highschool, when I would just draw whatever-the-heck-i-wanted-to-with-out-thinking-about-it.  Most of it is udder crap, but it was imaginative udder crap, and I really like it.
I guess I should try to sketch again, but i mean, i just get so nervous about dying and leaving a bunch of sketch books behind without me being able to explain why i felt justified to draw some of the stuff that i draw.  Sounds crazy?  that’s because it ABSOLUTELY is.
Even now, I get the heebie jeebies thinking about it though.