Please forgive my silliness:

Sunday Comics #2 (Donald)

Sunday Comics #2 (Barry)

I couldn't scan it very well. This is an intro for a longer comic, to be released in installments, every Sunday!

Sunday Comics Bonus

Secret bonus comic! I made it with sticky notes I found on the desk when I was scanning the other one.

Sunday Comics #2 (Tom)

'Sup all.

Here's my second Sunday comic. It's on here before anybody else's. Just saying.

It's called: Pond Life.



LINK to the bigger picture.

Sunday Comic Meeting #1 (Dad)

Sunday Comic Meeting #1 (T)

Tryna do a scary one.
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If you just click it it's too small.

Or just click this link:LINK

Sunday Comic Meeting # 1

Punching Animation

Hey y'all.
I made this cartoon.

Found Poetry

Pulled from Google's suggested searches, in "qwerty" order:

ONE

I dreamt that I was pregnant

I dreamt that I was going to die

I dreamt that I was flying

I dreamt that I was kidnapped

I dreamt that I killed someone

I dreamt that I had a baby

I dreamt that I was pregnant

I dreamt that I am pregnant

I dreamt that I had a baby

I dreamt that I had a baby boy

I dreamt that I lost a tooth

I dreamt that I stole

I dreamt that I stole money

I dreamt that I killed someone

I dreamt that I died

I dreamt that I found money

I dreamt that I was flying

I dreamt that I got married

I dreamt that I got shot

I dreamt that I gave birth

I dreamt that I was going to die

I dreamt that I had a baby

I dreamt that I had a baby boy

I dreamt that I had cancer

I dreamt that I killed someone

I dreamt that I killed my sister

I dreamt that I killed

I dreamt that I kissed a girl

I dreamt that I lost a tooth

I dreamt that I lost my teeth

I dreamt that I lived in marble halls

I dreamt that I lost all my teeth

I dreamt that I cheated on my boyfriend

I dreamt that I cheated on my girlfriend

I dreamt that I could fly

I dreamt that I murdered someone

I dreamt that I my tooth fell out

I dreamt that I miscarried

I dreamt that I got married

I dreamt that I had a baby

TWO

I dreamed that I was pregnant

I dreamed that I was old

I dreamed that I was missing

I dreamed that I talked to god

I dreamed that I had twins

I dreamed that I fell in love

I dreamed that I pulled out my teeth

I dreamed that I peed

I dreamed that I was pregnant

I dreamed that I another man

I dreamed that I am pregnant

I dreamed that I was in a hollywood movie

I dreamed that I am flying

I dreamed that I died

I dreamed that I died what does that mean

I dreamed that I fell in love

I dreamed that I flied

I dreamed that I failed

I dreamed that I found money

I dreamed that I got married

I dreamed that I got shot

I dreamed that I gave birth

I dreamed that had a baby

I dreamed that I had twins

I dreamed that I had a baby boy

I dreamed that I had cancer

I dreamed that I jumped off a building

I dreamed that I kissed my crush

I dreamed that I lost a tooth

I dreamed that I lost

I dreamed that I lost teeth

I dreamed that I lost a shoe

I dreamed that I cheated on my girlfriend

I dreamed that I cheated on my husband

I dreamed that I cheated on my boyfriend

I dreamed that I could fly

I dreamed that I vomited blood

I dreamed that I gave birth

I dreamed that I murdered someone

I dreamed that I missed you

I dreamed that I married to a stranger

I dreamed that I got married

I dreamed that you were gone

THREE

Why is the sky blue

Why do cats purr

Why is moonshine illegal

Why do women cheat

Why do people lie

Why do people cheat

Why are manhole covers round

Why am I so tired

Why am I still single

Why are wetlands important

Why do cats purr

Why did I get married

Why do men cheat

Why do we yawn

Why get married

Why hasn't he called

Why cant I sleep

Why do women cheat

Why me

Why do men pull away

Why men and women cant be friends

More Cartoons by Me and B

"Neck Blast" by Barry


"Sledding Dude" by Tom

Notecard Comics

1st = Barry 2nd = Tom 3rd = Tom

Hippomus Pottomus Story Book

Munchy Dude

Here's my second entry into the animation galaxy, Munchy Dude.

Wally Man

I present to you a short animated film called Wally Man.

I made it on my phone. The sounds are me, too.

It's called Wally Man because I tried to call it Walky Man, but my phone changed it automatically to Wally Man.

The Best Christmas Poem of All Times

December, when the weather chills,
and leaves depart their mother trees
the land dissolves its yearlong ills
and cheery dispositions fill
all space that's now made free.

And all the trees in all the woods
and forests growing silently
bereft of their once verdant hoods
like old men where once children stood
they bow to snow compliantly.

Yet here in clean sepulchral white
undaunted grow the fir and pine
a green that shows as though in spite
of cold and brutal lengthy nights
that numb the hands and chill the spine.

And, too, the holly still abides
through icy winds and clouds of gray
it's berries, red and sanctified
impervious to sharp collide
of winter winds from far away.

Secret Santa

In the darkest hour
Of your bleakest day
Somewhere out of sight
Someone's on the way

You can't see him come
You won't hear his sleigh
Don't know where he's from
But it's near the day

To your secret hope
To your whispered prayer
He brings strength to cope
He sends gifts to share

Cause his gentle hand
Reaches out for you
You will feel its touch
In a day or two

And outside of view
And without a noise
You’ll awaken to
A day filled with joys

A Poem for Decorating the Tree

When one decorates a tree,

He or she can see,

That the tree is a fine pine,

Sublime in it's prime-time,

For Giftmas joy, a key.

Now, see here what I have to say,

On this most lovely occasion,

Oh, and what a day it is,

A day that I like a bunch, A whole lot, a ton,

Genrally, a ton-of-a-lot-of-fun,

Very nice, on the whole,

In short,

I like it pretty good.

What is a birthday, anyway?

Why, it's a celebration of a person's birth,

The essential role that they play,

In the general course of say,

What ever happened,

What will... what may.

Now see here fool!

I'll tell you what's up!

I'll suck up your brains from a straw in my cup!

I'll eat you right up, if you don't understand!

I'll eat all your body: minced, cured, and canned!

I'll smack you right down if you dare reprimand,

The meticulous christmulous joy that I've planned!

Haha! Haha! And a fat HA, I state!

Your stupidity is all to much fun to berate!

You clearly have hate for the rhyme which I spake!

For your spirit is now on the brink of a break!

You cannot match my Giftmassy Joy!

Not one of my presents,

Not one of my Toys!

Go now and perish!

Flee from this Land!

Don't you see what this is,

Upon which I stand?

This is Christmas Isthmus,

The bridge on the sea,

The bridge to the spirit,

Of all that is in any way at all Christmassy.

Prezzy popo

I highly anticipate the presence
of Christmas presents
And of what the presence of presents represents at present.
When the season presents
The opportunity to present presents
I presently pre-sense the need to have presents pre-sent
So that the none can resent unprecedented present non-presence.

Skeenk

More Giftmas Poetry: der Adventskalendar

So, I read this poem on one of my new favorite websites (Futility Closet).

JANet was quite ill one day.

FEBrile troubles came her way.

MARtyr-like she lay in bed;

APRoned nurses softly sped.

“MAYbe,” said the leech judicial,

“JUNket would be beneficial.
”
JULeps, too, though freely tried,

AUGured ill, for Janet died.

SEPulcher was sadly made;

OCTaves pealed and prayers were said.

NOVices with many a tear
DECorated Janet’s bier.
– Carolyn Wells, Folly for the Wise, 1904

It inspired me to write my own Giftmas-flavored version.

JANtle breezes wafted by,
FEB or six small flakes aloft,
MARry Christmas songs abound,
APRicots in stockings soft.
MAYking cookies, cakes, and pies,
JULs of shining candy bright,
AUGht to get some sleep I know,
'SEPt I can't sleep a wink tonight.
OCTual reindeer hooves I hear,
NOVer before have I heard so clear,
DECidedly St. Nick is here...

Christmas Drawings

Christmas Kitty by Barry and Christmas Explosion by Diana.

XMAS POEM

ROBOTS CHRISTMAS
COGS FOR CANDY
SPROCKETS FOR STOCKINGS
TECHNO-COOKIES FOR SANTY

ROBOTS CHRISTMAS
CYBORG ELVES MAKING PRESENTS
CURVED CABLES FOR CANDY CANES
A PHASER COOKS A PHEASANT

ROBOTS CHRISTMAS
BABY ROBOTS CAN'T SLEEP
THEIR HARD DRIVES ARE SPINNING
TRYING TO HEAR SANTA BEEP

ROBOTS CHRISTMAS
FINALLY THE DAY
LOOK HOW MANY GIGA-PRESENTS
CAME FROM SANTA'S CYBER-SLEIGH

ROBOTS CHRISTMAS
NOTHING LEFT TO UNWRAP
TIME FOR ROBOTS TO REBOOT
WITH A ROBO-CHRISTMAS NAP.

Friday F L O

For those not in the know (ftnitn) this is the friday FLO (titflo). Make a guess - it's not a test - and post it down below.

M C B!

T i o. N i i C T!

I l C.

I a m a d o s f d, a d o S f H, a I m a b a h-p f D.

T i a.

B!

-B

Thanks Given

I give thanks for the wine and the food

I give thanks for the holiday mood

I give thanks for the laughter and fun

I give thanks for each daughter and son

And if this were my last earthly day

I'd give thanks that it ended this way

Angry/ Funny Comics

Well, Here are some little ditties I tossed up at Ilaria's request after three lunches a month ago.

Haints!!!

Today I was going about my business of making pictures, as usual. What do you think happened? One of my colors dried on the palette! I wouldn't post this on the blog- but here's what: the paint dried in the form of a clear image of our cat that recently got hit by a car!!! He is trying to contact and/ or haunt us, it seems, and we should all be aware and keep our eyes out. This weekend a cat crossed right in front of our car as we drove, which looked identical to 'hit- by- a- car', (identical also therefore to 'not-hit-by-a-car', by the way), but we thought nothing of it. BEWARE! TAKE CARE! BEWARE!!!!!!

Marker Bored

When the boys were younger, they would occasionally come to the office and write on marker boards in ways that approximated real business diagraming, but were much more humorous. This inspired me to occasionally decorate the marker boards of places of business that I visit.

My intent is to make something that makes no sense, but looks like it does and to always add the "DO NOT ERASE!!!" statement that has become a common theme of corporate marker boards. (It almost always has multiple exclamation points and the content tends to stay up for months.)

Das Poem

strawberry meat parade
capsized sandwich
stupefying caterpillar
cannibal candy dish
flagrant pancreas
faithful wristwatch
chainsaw pathogen
ampersand pit stop
blazing polenta
magenta banana
damascus begonia
alone in havana
principal fitness
mincemeat witness
strapping young musketeer's
popular business

Pumpkin Boys

Come one, come all!

Don't miss this once in a lifetime opportunity! You've never seen a CALENDAR like this before! Now every month can be a whole new opportunity to live the life you've always dreamed of-- and especially to pay a visit to your all- time best friend, the 'Lovey- Dovey' Monster!!! You'll flip your lid at these extraordinarily low prices! You'll go for a loop at the guaranteed top of the line quality! You'll think you died and went to the eternal pleasant resting place preferred by the religious denomination of your choosing! Don't miss this unbelievably fabulous offer! Wait!- you thought that was all? If you call in the next 24 hours, you'll also receive a stupendous surprise gift!

What are you waiting for!!!!!!

Nikala

Another sign. Pro-bono.

S I S T E R S

On our way back to mother's house from the art fair in Flint, Michigan, we saw two ten-speed bicycle wheels in the neighbor's trash. "Oooh," said Deborah, eyeing the wheels.

"Do you want to take a look at those wheels," I asked, hoping not. We had already kept my sisters waiting for dinner.

"Maybe, if they're still there later," Deborah said, adding, "I don't want to pack one more thing right now."

~ ~ ~

My four sisters had, more or less independently, decided to meet up for dinner in Flint while Deborah and I were in town for the Flint Art Fair. Janet, the youngest sister, and Diane, the eldest, both live in the area and work together at the Flint Library, on whose grounds the art fair was being hosted. Our mother, RoseAnn, lives in nearby Grand Blanc. My younger sister, Sharon, drove in from Plymouth and my older sister, Maureen, drop up from Harrison Township.

My mother ran communications. Maureen was supposed to come to dinner the night before, but couldn't make it. Sharon's availability was in doubt until the last moment. Janet helped us tear down the booth and pack the van. She got to Mother's house just ahead of Deborah and me.

Finding dinner was a sad commentary on the state of the economy in Flint, Michigan. We had planned to go to a chain fine-dining restaurant known for great ribs. Diane got there first, with my nephew, Brian, in the passenger seat. Diane was on the phone with my mother, who was riding with Sharon (Brian's mother), and Janet. Deborah and I were in Maureen's car. We were all soon together in the vacant parking lot at the defunct restaurant talking to each other on cell phones.

Most of Flint was like this now: hit or miss if the store you want to go to is still in business. The locals just took it in stride. They decided on a nearby barbeque joint. We could get take-out and head back to Mom's house to eat.

The barbeque joint was closed on Sunday. The parking lot was chaotic with cars pulling in and out of the strip mall with four closed retail outlets. Across the street loomed Halo Burger, a bastion of indigestion, open, willing and able to serve our gastronomical needs. The sisters opted for Sophia's, a diner in Grand Blanc they were sure was open.

But not for long. We got to Sophia's at almost 8:00 p.m. and they were closing at 9:00. We had to eat it and beat it. We ordered appetizers and entrees at the same time, ordered drinks, and when the fruit smoothies came, things started to get interesting.

A peach smoothie and a chocolate shake were passed around, resulting in a couple more orders for peach smoothies, which were likewise passed around. In fact, it seemed that virtually every dish was shared with all comers until everything was gone.

Eating with my siblings can get interesting immediately. Even with just my four sisters (and none of my four brothers), the conversation can get hot in a hurry. They will gang up to take you down a peg or two if the opportunity presents itself. Which it always does. Being around my family can be intimidating for newcomers like Deborah, especially if they are not used to siblings. There are always four conversations going on at any given time, and it is customary for people to suddenly drop out of one and into another without pause or parting words.

My sister, Janet, has a booming voice and can sound off negatively on almost any topic. But lately she's been "New Janet," genuinely smiling and happy to see people, and much more civil and radiant than she used to be.

Sharon, the next youngest, is an attorney and makes her living being clever with words. She knows interrogation techniques and torture: using your own words agains you. You have to watch out for Sharon.

Maureen is my nearest older sibling. We look alike -- both dark -- and we used to be able to convince stranger we were twins. We behaved like twins growing up, except I got caught for most of my misdeeds and she did not. She enjoys nothing better than putting a younger sibling in his place, except maybe sticking it to an older sibling, especially her sister, Diane.

Diane is a librarian and know-it-all. A two-time Jeopardy contestant, she is also family genealogist chronicling the photos, news clippings, history and doings of two clans -- one Irish, one Itlaian -- from whom we have all descended. Diane is not only the authority on who did what in our childhoods, she also keeps the memories of past generations and all the kings and queens of England and the capitol cities of all 50 states and the formula for converting Celsius to Fahrenheit tucked inside her head and available for instant recall, especially if the purpose is to put a sibling in his place.

That's a tough room! Presiding over all of it is the mother hen, RoseAnn, who, at age 82, was vying with pre-teen Brian for the status of youngest in the room. She likes to sit back, listen to all the chaos she has created, and laugh. She lets us do the heavy lifting of putting siblings into place. Her job is to keep things from getting out of hand -- and also taking advantage of any openings anyone leaves in the conversation for her to get a few licks in of her own.

I did not think Deborah stood a chance with this crew.

Boy, was I wrong. Deborah not only didn't object to having someone else's hand in her plate every few minutes, she was grabbing from the others with gusto while relaying tidbits about me to my sisters which they would then use against me. When I said the peach smoothie gave me a brain freeze in my throat, Deborah was kind enough to relay my sister Sharon's comment that my brain must have moved up. She reminded me of it again the next morning, and has probably shared the comment in emails to friends.

I was lucky to get out of that dinner alive. Thanks to Deborah's presence, my sisters didn't tear me to pieces and pass me around like a plate. At the end of the meal, one of my sisters called Deborah a "fifth sister." She's not a family member yet, but one day, the pack of sisters will turn on her. That's when you really know you're in the clan.

~ ~ ~

When we left town the next morning, we passed the neighbor's house and the bicycle wheels were gone. "I knew someone would take those wheels," Deborah said. I smiled. In Toledo, she discovered the wheels in the rear luggage compartment. A week later, after lunch at the Staunton Grocery, I asked her to marry me. She said yes.

Anyone who can thrive -- let alone survive -- in a meal with my four sisters is woman enough for me.

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Here is a little assignment I gave myself- I 'copied' this Krazy Kat, but with my own characters, and I changed the story. I also made things a bit too big, and I wish I had made it seem more like the box of coal was precious to Paddy, ah, and many other problems. However, I consider this post to be my payment to dad for something on behalf of Barry for something I agreed to, I think it was dad loaning Barry money for Village Harmony.

yern,

cog the clog

In the Vernacular of the O'Keefe Motif...

..has been updated. Plus I invited everyone to be contributors.

http://okeefemotif.wordpress.com/

Xoxbis Stremlebi

This is a sign I made for J Wurd's wine bar, art studio, carpet studio, hang out all the time place.

Stupid Comic

Dunununununununuh CAT PAN!

Diana improvised this little potholder.

Comics about knights.

Stomachs

A comparison of the contents of Ilaria and Diana's "stomachs."