Monday Doodles and Late Night Ramblings

First and foremost, I seem to be at odds with certain folks in my life right now. It's not really intentional, it just seems to be how life is going. I'm hoping that a little mutual time spent in separate corners will allow cooler heads to prevail, and if that doesn't work I've got a crate full of chloroform collecting dust in my closet. It was cheaper in bulk, and much like lube it has a wonderfully long shelf life.

I've been getting some pretty decent feedback on the podcast I did last week. I'll consider it a resounding success despite the fact that the sound of my voice is like a thousand fingernails doing a sliding-step shuffle on the chalkboard of my soul. I've managed to listen to the thing once, though I think that might be all the fortitude I've got in me for now.

This week's boredom-induced doodle is a guerilla baby. Not to be confused with a baby guerilla (which is really very adorable), this is simply a very ugly and misshapen baby. Probably because it's mom smoked crack and snorted lines of cocaine off of her trick's peni (I prefer peni to penis', it sounds more dignified).