His Bark is Worse Than... Well, Actually, His Bark Is Worse Than Just About Everything.

Went for an early morning walk today and I inadvertently alerted one of those dogs with a really, really silly bark who kept making this weird 'woo woo' noise as I strolled by and it was very, very funny until I thought "Geez Louise, someone has to live with that" and I imagine that would be a nasty bit o' hell especially if you kinda liked the old pup except for, you know, that damn noise. Life's a bitch.

Thinking, Thinking, Thinking.

Monday morning, and my own personal cogs are still turning a little slowly. Wait! Turns out it's not even morning any more. Well, I said slowly.

Hirsute

I guess the theme here was people with hair as drawn by a guy with a chisel type marker. The one chick with the zig-zaggy 'do on the bottom seems to be having a particularly good time. Heckuva overbite too.

Strawberry Girl

Here's another old image I found buried away in a prehistoric notebook. I guess I scribbled down that title because of what her head shape, freckles and hair made me think of. Or maybe I was just hungry.

I Drew This On Porpoise

Flipper speak.

Tough Bunch

Terrible trio. Just a lot of 'tude comin' achoo.

Slow Goin'

Okay. So, I'm a little pokey getting my post up. Long day. Lots to do. Hard to find a little Kirdoodle shaped block of time in my oh-so-hectic schedule. But I made it. Just.

April may...

Found this old doodle in a sketchbook. Hope I have not used it yet. It reminds me of spring, which looking out the window doesn't. Cold and cloudy. Welcome to Duluth.

Two Girls

Not so much happy here. Maybe the one on the left just needs a good night sleep... or a new brand of mascara. Ski-nose doesn't look sad exactly, but she has a Julie Andrews thing going with that lower jaw.

Don't Let The Stars Get In Your Eyes

Or asterisks. Or squashed bugs. Or whatever those are dancing around where this guy's corneas should be. Or maybe those aren't even his real eyeballs. Maybe he just placed a couple of deviled eggs IN FRONT of his real eyes. And let's not even talk about those nostrils.

Too Damn Happy For A Wednesday...

Should cut back on the Starbucks...

What Gives?

I'm away from home today, in a state of confusion.

Tough Type

I thought of calling her a girl's phys ed teacher, but that would be an ugly stereotype (instead of just an ugly cartoon).

True Crew or The Wrong Throng?

Actually, just a bored horde.

Another Evil, Untrustworthy Looking Clown

Sweet mother of holy jumpin' crap! You wouldn't want to meet up with a tiny little car full of eight or nine creeps like this. Culturally speaking, I know, mean clowns are kinda 'in' right now, so every time I draw one of these nasty ginks I guess I'm just hitching a ride on an overloaded bandwagon. Still. Clowns ARE scary and a little off putting. And, leave us not forget, easy to draw.

Hole-ly Crap!

I don't seem to be able to make it through a week without doodling something and/or one riddled with big cartoony Swiss cheese type perforations. Mostly 'cause they're easy to draw. And fun. Sometimes I draw the holes first and place the aerated character/object in afterwards. Sometimes I sketch a fairly full bodied picture, am bored with it so I throw in a hole for the hell of it. Hey. I'm a man of many moods!

A Common Expression

I have always heard that it takes more muscles to frown than to smile. Turns out it takes even more muscles to write the word 'smile' than to either smile or frown. And there ya go.

Cat on Rollerblades

Well, rollerskates anyway.

Emotional Breakdown

Or breakdown of emotions. Whatever. This is one of those eight hour doodles, by the way. Added faces all day long. Not sure what that last passive little guy on the bottom says about how the day wrapped up.

I Adore A Fedora

Just hats. And that's that.

Nobody's Fool

Well, it being April first and all, and me being a longtime practical joke patsy, I'm a little reluctant to even show up.