
In last nights hockey game I was chasing down the puck and lightly brushed up against a nice fellow from the other team in the process. He went sprawling to the ice, I got a penalty. Now I don’t claim to be a hockey genius, (I don’t even claim to know very many of the rules) but I have no idea what penalty I committed to send me to the penalty box. The best I can figure out is I was given a four minute major for being a big ole meanie…

Folks keep remaking The Three Musketeers movie and they all seem to be pretty good, (no doubt because it’s a pretty good story), but I think my favorite is the 1973-74 version. It has a certain Marx Brothers quality to it that I really like. Porthos is particularly fun to watch as he sword fights in those big baggy pants of his.

Today I will finish my Yoda sketch from yesterday. I scanned the pencil drawing, opened it in Photoshop, tossed an interesting green background underneath and started painting on top of it. My goal was not to do a highly finished piece, just something loose and quick… and I would like a little extra cheese on the music, please.

For those that have asked to see me actually DRAW a picture, this is for you. I started with a piece of Georgia-Pacific Card Stock (available at WalMart), knocked out initial shapes with a Prismacolor Col-Erase blue pencil, erased that with a kneaded eraser, added a few more details with the blue pencil, erased that down, and finished the drawing with a Pentel Twist-Erase mechanical pencil.

It rained most of Saturday, so I stayed inside and did a quick picture. I recorded it so you could see my work process. For the Photoshop painters out there, you might find it interesting how I have my workspace organized. I never liked the way Photoshop had all the tools on the left side and all the palettes on the right. I’m right handed, so it made sense to me to just cram all the tools and palettes into the top right hand side of the page.

My brother-in-law Craig produces a comic book called Welcome To Holsom which has a giant robot in it (and who doesn’t like a giant robot, right?)… anyway, I did a riff on it the other day. I added some rings to his shoulders just in case Mr. Robotto got caught in a rain storm and needed to be hung up to dry.

Our family plays fantasy football every year and every year there is a whole lot more fantasy that takes place than football. The Winterfell Wardens are afraid their coach Ned is going to lose his head during a game (you have to be a Game Of Thrones fan to get that one), my little brother has Chaz Bono petitioning our league to join with a team, my big brother’s defending champion Poodles are trash talking via cartoons, and my poor Sheboygan Wild Weasels were just defeated by my new daughter-in-law by a score of 122 to 64… which precipitated this response… Taylor… call off the dogs… please!