Wolf Wears Wool

Guhr, I’m sorry, you lot.  I feel like I have no energy at the end of the day any more.  But yer, I have, in fact, been keeping up with the Daily Sketch Project.  Even if I don’t blog ‘em here, they’re up in the DSP section . . .

So yer, here we are.  More pages of that Komm Zu Mir mini-comic thinger . . .

. . . Two more pages of this thing, then we’re done and can move on!

And I did this one because Johnny-boy0101′s watch on DA put me up to 100 watchers on my DA account.  Foo wee, and ace!

. . . I swear, I’ll make an actual blog post again at some point before I qualify for old age pension.  Gluh huh huh.

Blimey, are we really up to eighty sketches? Inconceivable!

Yep.  Ursula sittin’, in inks.  Please to be noting the comma, there.  Ursula’s sitting in grass, not ink.  And if you thought the latter, you are blind bit of bum.

HORRAY.

Agh, it is high time I had a*good* day.  And I did!  Work went fine.  I got out twenty minutes late and my arms are hecka sore . . . but it was a good day.  I had to do so much mopping and heavy lifting, my arms feel like goo.  You could serve my arms on hot waffles . . . Man, if this keeps up, I’ll have broad shoulders and biceps as big as Bristol, yet!  HURRAH.

Now, have some photos;

Something cute;

Something nifty;

. . . Aye, thar be a hairless rat.  Someone surrendered two of them.  I have to say, people can say what they want, but I flippin’ LOVE critters like this.  I like the hairless dogs and hairless cats, too.  They’re so kooky and hilarious.  These rats were quite tame and sweet, as well.  Someone’s already interested in them, so they’ll be going home soon.  Ace!  I ‘m very pleased.

Today was also one of the first REALLY nice days we have had in quite a while.  The sun was shining and it was just about warm enough for short sleeves.   There was some gorgey Ravel and Beethoven to be had on the radio . . . Though, admittedly, that was more hilarious than gorgey at one point.  I was sat at the table in the lobby betwixt the clinic and the big room in the Admin building, whilst on my break . . . As I was cleaning in the latter, I had turned the radio to the classical station.  In the clinic, however, our vet tech had turned her radio to the eighties station.  And if anyone doubts for a moment that Beethoven’s famous fifth can not be mashed up with Bowie’s almost equally celebrated Space Oddity . . . Well, you have me as a witness.  I was wedged exactly in the middle of both musical milestones, one ear to each, so that they could go smoothly colloidal in my wee brain.  And I tell ye now,

IT CAN BE DONE.

That is all.

Time for some hugs;

. . . I think my teeth are rotting.

Gurgh, I always flipping forget what I wanted to blog about when the time comes to actually blog.  I got through the day, and every so often, I will think to myself, ‘oh, I’ll blog about that tonight.’ WRONGO.  It’s all gone from my head, now . . . Lost to the vacuous implosion betwixt my ears where a brain was possibly (not likely).

Weather was arse, today.  Had rain brain so bad, almost could not get up.  Had a good day at work till the end, heard interesting things on the radio, peed in a toilet that decided not to flush, after the fact, ate food, trimmed cat claws, folded a bum tonne of laundry, came home . . .

. . . Oh yes, for the past half hour, I was on the phone with mum.  We played a game.  She pushed a number button on her phone and I tried to determine, based upon the resulting tone, which number she had pressed.  And then she guessed which one I pushed.  And then she cheated.  Because pressing the pound/star key is cheating.

AYE, I USE MY TIME SO VERY, VERY WELL.