I'm boggled by this... these strange, awesome lights over Norway. I know it's always the first thing I say, but it HAS TO BE extraterrestrial. Has to. Just look. The article and some amazing videos and photos are here.

I finally have good quality prints of my paintings available! Go check out Domestic Voodoo for hula girls, tikis, sea creatures, Sasquatches and other such oddities! Twenty bucks and under for high quality prints. Just to pimp.


I've been super negligent about posting reruns and I forgot to post last week's. This one I feel two ways about... I'm not too pleased with the art in it, but the idea itself and the pun, though all puns are awful, really amused me. It's one I'll want to re-draw one day. I mean, what's better than naked veggies? Enjoy!

Ladies and gents, a photopost of miraculous randomocity! Please enjoy.



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Oh man. Today was lousy. At least, work was. My first art class was really good, but the second went to pieces and it had to be the day that my boss was observing my classes for a review. I left feeling like I wanted to start drinking beer in mass quantities.

On the upside, there's no feeling so good as being on my own with my group of three-to-five year olds for a drop-off art class, confessing that I'm having a bad day and having them gather around me like my best friends and say, "It's okay, Miss Kit, it's only one bad day," and "You're a good teacher anyway." Daniel, the freckle-faced goofball made me giggle by saying, "Just make sure a bad day doesn't turn into a bad hair day!" Kids are so effin' great.

Of course nothing really chases the bad day blues away like a good long hug from The Boyfriend, followed by him making goofy faces at me.


Your comic today is based on a conversation The Boyfriend and I had about women in popular comics, and how there is rarely a role for them beyond sexy uniforms and sassy comebacks. The good lines and good personality traits are reserved for the male characters, and the women are there to look hot and be a part of a traditional fantasy. This is not true of all comics by a longshot, but the majority seems to hold it as law. Anyway, this sprang from it.

It is also shaded in the brand spankin' new, delicious and wonderful Prisma greyscale markers I just got from my friend Kristin! I'll reserve telling her she shouldn't have because I'm just pleased as punch that she did, and so if today's comic looks good at all, it's all to her credit. ;)

Please enjoy!




Also, I got an unfinished small wooden puzzle and decided to paint a little something on it. I may try to sell it later, who knows. Of course, it just had to have a blowfish in it. ;)

Another rollercoaster week deposits us here, at our faithful, steadfast early Wednesday. I feel good about it, frankly, though that may change tomorrow. I'm excited about my dad coming to visit. Half way joking, I suggested we do this shark cage tour I'd found out about (maybe only 30% joking because I really wanted to but I never thought anyone else would go with me) and my dad told me to go ahead and book it. With luck, in a few weeks, my dad and myself will be in a cage in the middle of the ocean surrounded by wild sharks in very close proximity. This alone makes me able to cope with anything else. ;)



Here's your comic, my dears, please enjoy! I forgot to mention earlier that this story line does actually come from life, as Bugsy is intent on attacking and chewing on poor Randall, but in this case Bugsy isn't the victim, he's the jerk. However, Mordak is the Lord of Fury.






Also, I just finished a new painting! I'm happy with this one, it was fun. Check it out...

( The Blowfish Versus the Nudibranchs )

Hey y'all, happy Saturday! With an iced coffee at my side and a warm fresh-washed kitten asleep on my feet, I thought now would be a good time to upload my next photopost, a rather quirky combination of animal photos, and documentation of various art projects. This will probably give you an accurate idea of what my days are filled with.

That is, aside from when I am working, singing songs about parachutes and making announcements about please not ignoring it when your child pukes on my classroom floor and then not telling anyone that they did it and not cleaning it up.

Anyway, onward! I hope you enjoy. As far as good photography goes, I can claim no artistic merit in these pictures: they're simply there to tell the story, not to look brilliant.



( Fuzzy pals and art proj... )

Happy Wednesday, critters! How did December get here so quickly? I usually try to have my Christmakwaanzukkah stuff well in hand by this time, but at the moment I am so broke, it's scary. I am, to my relief, swimming in painting commissions that are helping to pay the bills -- we'll see how that goes.

Just to continue pimping: prints, cards, shirts, bags and a bitchin' 2009 calendar can all be found up at my shop, thus. Prices are fair, and it'll help me get through Christmas unscathed.



Here's your comic for today! It's more a celebration of fine tropical weather than how I really feel -- in Wahiawa, it's very cold and rainy, and I find myself longing for a good soft snow.

This strip does mark the emergence of a new old character, a favorite from my old comic strip, What Happened To Leonard, just remixed in a different form. Enjoy!





Also, I recently finished a painting commission for the lovely Jules and her son Cody, shown below le cut...

( Cody and the Space Pirates )

Finished another painting, which I'm kinda happy with. It goes a little something like this...



I just wanted to put certain colors together, and certain images together, and not really bother trying to have it make sense. The Buddha's hand positions symbolize love of the earth and compassion for mankind. Just a little something I had fun doing.

Prints and such are available in my online shop, which I pimp not just for myself, but because the holidays are coming up. By the way, I'm also working on a calendar, which will be ready before Christmakwaanzukkah.

Love you guys!

I've been mega-sleepy lately and I think I'm getting a bit sick. They say that when you first start working with kids, you'll get sick within the first two weeks, which I've found to be true in the past. Let's hope it goes away soon.

Meantime, I'm painting! Here's two little ones...

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Here's my latest! It's called "Though She Wanted To Keep Him, He Had To Go Back".



This wound up looking a lot the way I'd imagined it, which makes me happy. Someone pointed out that his anatomy looks awkward, but that is because he's floating and also being tugged by the leg. I was listening to seafarin' songs all through painting this, most particularly Alison Krauss: "You Will Be My Ain True Love".

Prints are up in the print shop! Hope y'all like it.

I have a few commissions lined up, some of which I can't tackle until I can afford new canvas.

Finally finished painting this!

Under a cut for your comfort...

( Escape From Bigtown )

I'm getting frustrated with the job hunt. Today I called the director of the center where I interviewed last week -- a place I loved, and I loved the director even more -- and she told me she was still interviewing a lot of people for the job, and hadn't come to a decision yet. That doesn't sound too promising. She's more likely to go with someone who has some college experience than a no-account bum like myself with only basic training and an expired CPR certification. She seemed to like me, but I dunno. If she's interviewing a lot of people, I don't feel too hopeful.

I feel so helpless and ineffectual without a job. At home I paint and clean and cook and fold laundry (badly), and I'm basically a housewife. That's not for me. I feel like I want to just flop over and give up and say, "Oh, forget it! Fuck having a job." But of course, that ain't an option.

Cross your fingers for me, kids.

In the meantime, I will make lime cookies, start a new painting, fold laundry (badly), and love you all immensely!

The Boyfriend and myself were sitting at the table over my mom's German meatloaf, discussing the difference between German and American meatloaf and the crazy ways some people prepare it. Our conversation went as follows.

Him: I think I'll write a book called "Meatloafs I Have Known".

Me: The Meatloaf Who Loved Me.

Him: One Thousand and One Meatloafs.

Me: To Have And Have Meatloaf.

Him: Monty Python and the Holy Meatloaf.

Me: Snow White and the Seven Meatloafs.

Him: Escape From Meatloaf Mountain.

Me: Thiry-Six Meatloafs of the Shaolin!

Him: Saving Private Meatloaf.

Me: Big Trouble in Little Meatloaf. Or Big Meatloaf in Little China, whichever...

Him: Lord of the Meatlof.

Me: Meatloaf Wars: The Meatloaf Strikes Back!

There were so many more and I can't remember them. Dernit. Still... I'd say we're ready for greatness.


Another tiki-centric painting! I'm pretty happy with this one. It's called "Sasquatch Makes His First Visit To Hawaii".



Hawaii is the only state in the whole US that hasn't reported a Bigfoot sighting, so I figured he may as well pay us a visit. ;)

Additionally, one of The Boyfriend's coworkers liked this painting, which he has up in his cubicle, and commissioned me to paint her a larger copy. The Boyf negotiated on my behalf and she wants to buy it for a hundred dollars! You believe that shit? A hunnert coconuts! If it were up to me I'd have been embarrassed to ask for, like, thirty.

At least I'm getting some work, eh?

Hello, critters. How was your day? What did you make for dinner?

Since the Boyfriend and I agreed that we wanted a tiki theme for our future apartment (with which there is some doubt, debate, trouble and tribulation, all of which I must cowboy up and overcome), I've begun painting things to hang once we have walls of our very own. I really love painting. It's relaxing just as a process, mixing colors, applying it to the canvas, and it also gives me a whole new freedom with color and experimentation.

Under the cut are the two paintings I've done so far. If you enjoy them enough, I can set up prints on my online shop. Hope you dig!

( Tiki one, tiki two... )