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Dr Sketchy’s Madison, round 2!

Dr Sketchy's Madison 2 - Crackerjack

On the right: from this past Dr Sketchy’s Madison. You should visit its pool, where there’ll be more stuff from other artists.

Our model was Crackerjack from the Mad Rollin’ Dolls, and boy, is she cuter than any of your buttons. She was a delight to draw, and moreso to just watch, frankly. Times like these when all I want to do is take pictures.

(As an aside, going to Dr Sketchy’s invariably makes me want to be a life model. Dude. . . .)

Another cool thing to happen while Stacie and I were there was that someone came over and told us he had attended the workshop I co-hosted with Studio Antithesis at last year’s Madison Zine Fest. He said it inspired him to get going with his comic, which was fantastic. He gave us his website link, but I’m afraid it’s in Stacie’s sketchbook right now so I can’t point it out. But it was great to meet someone who remembered me — us — from that workshop!

Cardinal in snow, and ze birdies

Cardinal on my deck

We had a snowstorm yesterday. This big, poofy red cardinal was on my deck, feasting on scattered seed below my birdfeeder. It was almost as big as ze birdies!

Speaking of which, it’s been a long while since we’ve seen pics of ze birdies, hasn’t it? And so I present. . . close-ups! (Da-dum-dum-daa.) I love the macro function on my G7. Love.

Sin up-close

Peeps, looking all male-protagonist-like

The cuteness is overwhelming.

Yes, still away

Super-JB (we loveses our precious, yes we do) is at work right now, so I’m noting down random things:

I have gotten tan, and I’m not even in M’sia yet (go Cali). My, is it apparent that I’ve been wearing a halter-top.

You should definitely go to Turtle Talk with Crush if ever you have the chance. It is live, interactive, and hilarious.

“Well, there’s Squirt. . . Shel. . . Shelby. . . Sheldon. . . Shel-a-del-a-ding-dong. . . There’re the twins, Bill and Ted. . . the teens, Leonardo, Donatello, Michelangelo, Raphael. . . .”—Crush, in reply to an audience question about the names of his 6400 kids.

Also a favorite: when he referred to a bawling audience baby as a “youngling practicing his dolphin cry.” Awesome.

Earlier that day, S had called me because Peepster would not step up to go back in his cage. Li’l misfit. Sin was better behaved, said S. If anything, I’d‘ve expected it to be the other way around. But S put me on speakerphone, and I told Peeps very clearly that he was to step up and behave, no biting, and ooooh, good bird! Later, S said that as soon as Peeps heard my voice, he must’ve thought, “Whoops, I better behave,” because he did what he was supposed to.

Myself, I’d like to think that he thought, “Hmm, okayyyyy. . . I guess if Mommy supports S and gives her the all-clear, then I’d better accept S’s word, then.” ‘Cause I don’t think he’s given her any trouble after that.

Well, fingers crossed.

(So cute.)

I love her so. THIS much.

I’ve been so stressed this week trying to straighten things out before I leave. Things have been crashing on me all at once, so to speak, and it’s a mad scramble.

So the magnificent MA gave me a carnivorous cow to make me feel better.

I love that girl madly, I do.

Thank you, MA!!

Pic from Madison Zine Fest

Pic nipped off Natalie’s collection, because I have a dreadful habit of neglecting to snap my own pics. That’s us at the zine fest, before Natalie and Kurt had to leave. I’m holding up a drawing I did for them that day, and Natalie’s holding the original framed version of a commission I previously did for her. Aww!