So... D.C. Simpson comes down to the Bay Area for FurCon, we get a chance to draw strips together, and the Con Crud takes over my brain and gets the gears all sticky. Life bites sometimes.
"Silver Creek Raccoons" Pen & Ink. One of the illustrations I did for a story I wrote a few months ago. Don't eat the Gumbo, Never eat the Gumbo... You'll turn into to... To late...
i swear some days they just feel like a freefall you take a step forward cuz you feel like you know it all then you take another look and see that you were only wrong but you can't go back cuz you were really falling all along. ah yes, i'm a poet and didn't know it!
Well, I thought this lil' couple was adorable. Apparantly, the fans at FC did not though, since this 11 x 14 marker and colored pencil piece didn't even receive one bid. Funny thing though, we ended up selling it to one of the hotel staff members after the end of the Con, who eagerly purchased it for his young daughter's room. Oooookkkk....
Perhaps while Thomas is sick I could watch baseball with Sam. Wait, it's not baseball season. And Sam and I would most likely kill each other under any other circumstances.
I'm here at Thomas K. Dye's place, and he's, well, sick as a dog. But Rochelle and Wolfram are, obviously, unconcerned. You can't fake that tail thing Wolfram's got going.