Frankenteen’s dilemma (and some bonus pics from a special guest)

25 11 2009

In elementary school all the kids loved the fact that he ate cats, it was funny and kind of gross. Now that he’s in 10th grade, Frankenteen’s feline feasts aren’t funny, they’re just weird. Unfortunately, Frankenteen has grown to enjoy the taste of cats, it’s his favorite treat, but the kids at school laugh at him when he coughs up hairballs. What is he to do? Give up cats to be cool? Or continue to help control the pet population by chomping up strays? Poor Frankenteen.


Since Thanksgiving is here I thought I’d share what I’m thankful for. Normally I’d do a big list of all the great things I’m blessed with, but I’m just going to do one this year. I’m thankful for my wife. Brooke is an amazing person, an excellent communicator, my biggest fan, sharpest critic, kindest encourager, and my best friend. She supports my passion and helps push me to achieve my dreams, and for that (and many other things) I love her.

My wife Brooke, she's awesome

Enough with the mushy stuff, let me share with you her awesomeness. As I was finishing up the Frankenteen picture she sat down next to me and said, “Can you show me how you do what you do so I can make a picture?”

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Are you crazy? You must be crazy! Yeah, you’re crazy.

23 11 2009

I’ve been hearing that a lot lately.

Actually, no I haven’t, but I’ve been seeing it a lot (my wife has heard it though, unfortunately). It’s in the facial expressions, it’s between the lines. When people find out I quit my job, without something else lined up, they’re voice says, “Good for you! You’re talented, you’ll find something in no time.” While they’re face says, “You are an idiot.”

Then I explain to them why I’m leaving and their faces switch from, “You are an idiot,” to “Sucks to be you.”  While I can’t fully explain why I’m leaving (I work at the paper till Dec 31), I can tell you that my industry has something to do with it. It’s quite depressing to be in the newspaper biz—it’s all doom and gloom these days. I’m constantly reading about papers closing, reporters being laid off or bought out, and how some are resisting the changes new media is bringing, and failing miserably. It’s not a very happy environment.

Then there are other reasons, which I ironically wrote about in the paper in an article called Jumping Ship. I’d link there, but I doubt they’d appreciate the trackbacks from this. You can visit their wordpress blog and find it though.

Another contributing factor is my passion. I knew when I took this job I wouldn’t be here long. For starters I don’t like newspapers–especially business news–I told myself in college that I would never work at one. But I needed a job and I wanted to write for a living so I took it. I’ve learned a lot of valuable lessons, but I was never truly passionate about this. My passion lies in writing and illustrating books. It’s what I will do full-time some day, I just don’t know when. With that passion and assurance always pounding inside of me, it got hard to sit still on a sinking ship.

Of course, something great has to happen in the next six weeks for me to decide not to pursue full-time work again (maybe someone will buy one of my books). The chances of that are slim, so I’m looking. It’s times like this where I’m really glad I stuck it out and got that master’s degree in the science of education. I think I’d like to get back to teaching—it’s more stable than the newspaper biz, it can be extremely rewarding, and it’s fun. If I have to do the day job thing until I can be a full-time writer, I might as well do it in an environment that is a little more upbeat, a little more satisfying. Then again, I’m not going to limit myself to teaching, I’m up for anything.

It’s funny; I’ve had more than a few people tell me my problem wouldn’t be finding a job, but rather deciding where to go, because so many people would want me. I’m not sure, because some of them told me that through email, but I think their faces were saying, “Good luck at Burger King.”





Kicking the baby bird diet

20 11 2009


Do you know what baby birds eat? Vomit. Momma bird chomps down a worm, gets it all nice and digested and delivers it to the baby via easily digestible digestive fluids. Now there’s some real food going in there, but it’s still pretty gross, and I’m sure it’s nowhere near as fulfilling as slurping that worm up whole from the soil.

So why do so many of us feed our minds that way? It’s so easy to take what others say, to read those lists that the internet is so crazy about and take them as gospel.

The best ways to gain followers on Twitter!

The fastest way to grow your business!

The five steps to salvation through Jesus!

Twelve ways to impress your coworkers!

Nine tips on shopping green!

And on and on and on…

I think sometimes it’s good to not take someone’s word for it. I’m not talking about ignoring good advice—learning from others mistakes is something I’m a big fan of. This is about getting out there, hunting around and feeding yourself with some whole food. Learn it by doing it.

You can read all the lists you want and follow all the important people, but you’ll never be truly fulfilled on a steady diet of regurgitated experiences. You don’t have to go out on your own, in fact some people don’t. Some people stay on the baby bird diet and they’re satisfied and successful.

But I don’t want that.

Maybe it’s because in six weeks I may be unemployed, or because the drive and desire to be what I know I can and will be is getting louder (a full-time writer, illustrator, designer, creator). I just feel like it’s time to jump, to kick the baby bird diet, and find my own whole food. Stop timidly looking over the edge of the nest and feed my mind on my experience. That’s freaking scary, but if it works, and it has to work, then it will be beyond satisfying.

Who knows, maybe someday I can feed some baby birds of my own….gross.





The only time you’ll see me do something like this

18 11 2009

May 2008, my brother and I thought we would make a video (a spoof of Justin Timberlake’s “My Love”)  for our wives for our anniversaries (theirs was on the 20th, me and Brooke on the 21st).  For weeks we told them we were meeting at the gym, but we were really meeting at an old auditorium at the university to practice our dance moves. They loved it of course, and I’ve flirted with putting it up on YouTube for the last year. There are a bunch of inside jokes hidden in the dances, but it’s still pretty funny even if you don’t know them. Also, I’m proud of my amateur iMovie editing. Watch at the end for a cameo from our younger brother Cole (his anniversary is in October…so, yeah, just a cameo). Enjoy what you see below, because this was a one time only deal.





As promised, the Dragon Horse thing

14 11 2009

Remember a while ago when I had everyone vote for their favorite work sketch? And then the dragon horse thing won and I said I’d paint it? Well I finally got around to that!

I got up super early today for some reason so I decided to paint something just for fun. I remembered this dragon and got to work on my wacom while I the second season of Dexter played on my other monitor (that show is bananas!). By the time Brooke got up I was almost done. It’s funny how fast I can work and how quickly the time flies when I’m doing something just for fun, I should do it more often. Anyways, here’s the result of my morning paint session.

DragonHorse

Fun huh? I have some other sketches I might try painting, just have to figure out which one.