City Boy Snapshot

Woke up this morning to a post-Christmas cold. Worked on this tonight trying to stay up and get tired again after a late nap, listening to Elliott Smith and Ryan Adams. Will try to get back into the Corel Painter thing more in the new year.

Charlie Skinny Neck

Charlie stops by the mcglinch-cave every once in a while. He of small head, long skinny neck and beady black eyes posed for this snapshot yesterday.

Cross My Path

Driving home through the woods recently in the dark, this mangled product of alien in-breeding stumbled across the road in front of me. I can't stand when creatures stumble out of the woods at the periphery of my headlight wash -- it scares the hell out of me. For weeks, you'll always think something is there, in the woods, watching, stumbling.

Santa Hoofing It

Santa's bummed he wrecked his ride.

Holiday Monster Candy Child

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Gearing up for holiday over-sugared monster children.

Don't Anger the Ogre

Made this poster for JD to hang in his office. He needed some fresh art. And as the Ogre likes to say, "In regione caecorum rex est luscus." tshirt avail.

Halo: attaboy

The boy created this cover in Photoshop for the book Halo: The Fall of Reach that he read for a book report in school.

At the best job I ever had (according to the kids...and me) we had a PS2 and an Xbox. It was there that my Halo addiction started. My son's first experience with gaming of any kind came during visits to that job.

His first visit when he was 7. He tried some car racing and, like his old man, could not fight the urge to turn the controller from side to side as if that would help negotiate the turns (we should have invented the Wii). He ended up falling off the stool he was sitting on in my buddy's cube when he crashed his car. We had great laughs at his expense.

My Halo addiction and affliction started there but faded over time after that job ended. The boy, however picked it up in earnest at home and now soundly melee's me into oblivion. He won't let me have a Scorpion tank on any battlefield because he knows that is my only saving grace.

Bad Squirrel with Acorn

Started drawing this squirrel with an acorn but didn't like it -- started making me think of that prehistoric squirrel in Ice Age so then I tried to purposely make sure it wasn't looking like that and then wasn't happy with it. So there. Deal with it. I had to.

Meet My Monkey

Meet my coffee monkey.

Until I returned to work from a 9 month hiatus 2 years ago (oh, sweet hiatus, I miss you so), I kept coffee to after-dinner/lunch time to go with special treats (cake, cookies, pie, ice cream, and on and on). Throughout all my years of working prior to that, mornings were for OJ and afternoons were for H2O.

My last job put an end to that. Coffee was a morning and afternoon ritual for 'our gang' that I fought hard against but eventually crumbled. Was the 'need to belong' or the 'need for a stimulant' to keep me awake. Whatever, they got me -- now it's me and my monkey... and the mrs. (she's always been a coffee fiend).

Tongue or Dilly Bar?

This head was floating in front of me during a conference call this evening. Can't figure out if that's his tongue in his mouth or a dilly bar and that's the face of a guy that has cold sensitivity teeth issues.

No Control

We were able to make it out to a cookie and beer exchange party this weekend. My cookie intake far outpaced my beer intake. However, I was happy to be introduced to a new area brew (new to me -- apparently they've been brewing since 1996 across the river from New Hope): River Horse Brewing Company's Hop Hazard was a tasty complement to our winter weather this weekend. The cookies we brought home were a tasty complement to the never-ending pot of coffee and insurance paperwork today. Beer rocks. Cookies rock. Eagles don't.