I have some unexpected guests. Tony, Enrique, and Hector just dropped by on their way home from Studio A. DJ Craze was on the wheels of steel tonight in downtown Miami and the boys had to go. It seems that I’m missing out on all the cool events tonight, including the Simpsons Movie which opened earlier today. I guess I really mean yesterday since it’s technically Sunday now. Only a few more hours to go.
Remember that nasty pizza I mentioned? Well the guys are eating it up, despite my warnings. The only thing left to do is press “9-1” on the phone and the moment I hear someone vomit I’ll press the remaining “1”. Nothing a little stomach pump and I.V. can’t fix.
This little sketch combo is from an older sketchbook. I did this drawing at a Barnes and Noble, while flipping through a magazine. I remember being intrigued by the horse’s expression. A few moments later I saw the other character which had the identical expression. Small world, thought I.
And then as I pondered even more I found myself asking, “What’s with the stupid hat on that guy?” What a mysterious universe we live in.
Who knew the little wizard lived in Tampa? I did. I knew he lived in Tampa.
On an unrelated note, I’ve begun eating tuna, thanks to the help of Cristy’s trusty can-opener.
This is Paul, the smooth Italian salesman. As of about 3 weeks ago, Paul became a local celebrity of sorts when he was interviewed by local tv stations. Apparently, the plane Paul was flying on survived the
closest call in airline history. The TV station kept showing Paul lighting up a cigar and laughing with friends. We teased him about it for a few days but we were extra happy that his life was spared. This sketch is in honor of that. I’m glad you’re safe, Paul. Welcome home.
I was just on the radio! The kind folks at
Radio Revolution 88.3FM here in Miami interviewed me about the Blogathon and about my role. I told them about
ECHO and about the hours I’ve been awake. It was a cool little plug for Sketchism. If that doesn’t keep me awake for another 30 minutes, nothing will.
Except maybe some hardcore caffeine and a punch to the face. But I keep turning those offers down.
This here is the firefighter David Romy. He’s quite a stand-up guy. Aside from being a kind individual, he’s also a snowboarder. This past December, Romy let me borrow his board on a ski trip I went with some college students to North Carolina. He prepped me and gave me a bunch of pointers before I left. I was so thankful. Thanks again, Dave! You’re the man.
I’m scared to approach the pizza boxes. They’re sitting on the conference table in the middle of the office as they have all day. I keep looking back there expecting a rat to pull a slice out. And then all of a sudden the rat eats it and chokes on its staleness. Then, like, another rat comes behind him yelling “Medic!” and a little white mouse with tiny pink eyes and a red cross on his helmet comes over to him to assess the damage. They whisper a few things in his little rat ears and take him out on a stretcher. Poor little rat never saw it coming. Death by the slice.
It’s getting late.
