Awkward Moments With Other People's Kids

I admit I'm not much of a kid person. I mean, I don't hate kids, and in fact there are some I don't even dislike, but for the most part I don't really know how to interact with them. Talking to one is like trying to hold a conversation with a schizophrenic.

The other day at the grocery store, a small girl was running amok and her father wasn't making a whole lot of effort to corral her.

I really hate those miniature shopping carts.

Another time I was at the mall, and a small child bumped into me. His mother seized the opportunity to teach him good manners around strangers by demanding him to apologize, but he wasn't having any of it. It ended up being an opportunity for me to stand in as a sort of dummy on which the mother could force her child to practice his people skills.

I fully support teaching kids good manners. But is there a way to teach a child to apologize without making a stranger stand there and wait to receive an apology?

Whatevs. I guess that's why I'm not a parent.

Another brick in the wall

I already posted a cartoon about my one job. Here's one about the other.

(OE stands for Order Entry.)
All I want to do is draw. But I keep having to go to work. Do I really have to go to work again today? Wasn't I just there yesterday?
Yeah, that's the best I can come up with tonight. It was seventy degrees out today, and warm weather makes me unfocused.

Hard to Please

 

Quackfully,

Am & A

Eve's Misunderstanding - NSFW

So this is going to be a quick post, because Serg is playing with his iPod and that means he's bored. I just wanted you to know, Internets, that I finally finished the comic I've been working on for months.

I mostly wanted to work on shading and pen technique. Think of it as the world's most elaborate setup for the world's stupidest joke.

Meow

Today at work a lady took my picture. She says she's a stylist and wanted to get the side view of my haircut to use as a reference. Whatever, I'll probably be all over the internet by tomorrow.
A man came in and bought a whole case of cat food. As in, four dozen cans of cat food. I said, "You must have a very hungry cat." (It's one of my pat lines to say to customers during those situations that come up over and over. I have a whole stock of pat lines; someday I might do a post about them. Anyway. Onward.) He answered, "Three cats, actually." I'm glad he told me that, because I was thinking he either had multiple cats, or one big gigantic mutant cat. I started thinking about what it'd be like to be that guy with the big gigantic mutant cat (it gets boring behind the cash register) and decided to do a comic about it once I got home. Here it is:

Because I am using the computer that my brother-in-law generously let me borrow when I accidentally got mine drunk on champagne, I don't hve access to Photoshop at home. I have Corel Photo Paint. I hate Corel Photo Paint. It's almost exactly like Photoshop, but just different enough to mess me up. For example, if you have a selected area (which CPP calls a "mask," not a selected area) you can't just click outside and deselect it; you have to go to a drop-down menu and scroll down to "Remove Mask." Things like that. But like I said, it's nice of Tim to let me borrow this computer, and as they say, beggars can't be choosers. And at the end of the day, CPP gets the job done.
My scanner is another different story. One of these days it too might get its own post...