Professor Whalemouth

This is a comic from a long, long, very long time ago. It is for Zac and the onerousness of professorhood. Otherwise, I only have apologies for the lack of interest I've taken in this blog. Seriously.

Time to Werk

Time to Werk

Time to Werk

Time to Werk

Time to Werk

Time to Werk

Time to Werk

Circle gets a Square

Life of the Squirrel in Winter

Long ago now, Annie and I returned to these United States. I've then spent much of that time being about as lazy as a man can be. Staring out of windows, watching TV, thinking about this or that. I'm slowly looking for some proper work, a day job, if you will. Something to pass the time, keep me warm, keep food in the cupboard, drinks in my glass, money in my pocket. Something to give me more ideas for Time to Werk. Anyone with a bright idea, give a holler.

Anyway, I don't know that I'm being less lazy now than I've been, historically speaking (I've been quite lazy), it's just that somehow through this laziness a small amount of work accumulates, like a fine dust.

The other day, we were out back shoveling the driveway that comes in off the alley. At one of the far corners there's this big arthritic old tree with about half a dozen squirrels chasing all over it, chirping and swatting at each other, making a mess below them of bark and other bits of tree debris. Out in the German countryside, they don't really have squirrels and you'd be surprised how quick it is you don't miss them.

Something recently from my sketchbook. . . .