Monday, July 14, 2008

Sketchbook: Little Rascals

One thing I'd like to do more of with this blog is share little glimpses of my sketchbook with you from time to time. It gives me more motivation to sketch, and it offers you a nice little break from surfing for midget porn, spamming Twitter with ads for your "all otter-fisting, all the time" website, or whatever it is you do when you're hunched in your cubicles, pretending to work.

Living in the city has its ups and downs. Some of the downs include the high property tax, the garbage in the gutters and getting gang-stomped by 16 grade-schoolers while walking to the Rite Aid for a Snickers. One of the ups is that you occasionally see some fucknuts-crazy shit going on.

Sal and I were heading to the Home Depot a few months ago, and along the way we passed one of the local middle-schools. We must have gotten there just as school was letting out. All along the road there were rowdy packs of kids heading home. We slowed down so as not to mow down any of the precocious little fuckers darting out into the street when I saw it: today's aforementioned fucknuts-crazy shit.

It was a little old lady on one of those Rascal Scooters, the kind you see on TV and buried underneath morbidly obese people in Wal-Mart. I guess it was Grandma's turn to pick the kids up from school, because this is what we saw:

(You can click the picture if you'd like to see it bigger.)

I freakin' love this town.


Jason said...

Welcome back to the craptastic world of blogging. At least your crap is much better than mine.

And, from the sketch, yet another reason I love Baltimore.

anonymouscoworker said...

Your blog post labels are like the haiku of your id.

karla said...

I would have peed myself if I had seen that. Then again, there's a good chance it would have been purely coincidental, since I might have been peeing myself even if I hadn't seen that.

That said, and speaking of Twitter, (as you did) my hope for this blog of yours is that it takes away at least 50% of your opportunity each day to Twitter the boring shit you do. I am following you on Twitter because I have made it my life's work to follow you, and all I've learned by following you on Twitter is that you lead a terribly, terribly boring life that requires far less narration than it gets.

If you spend enough time blogging that you are free to send only about 10,000 twitter updates per day instead of 397,644, then the world is already a better place.

dizzy von damn! said...

god i love the city.

Mighty Dyckerson said...

YOU CRAZY WOMBAT!!! What the hell are you doing getting that close to a school zone? Have you forgotten that court order already?

Shaken Mama said...

I like how she kind of dressed up.

Krissyface said...

are those the same kids that gang-stomped you on your way to get a snickers? Did you ever get to eat the snickers? I'm hungry.

Melissa said...

Today I wondered to myself, "I wonder if the Wombat will ever blog again ..." and I checked your old site, then your profile, and found your new site. Hoooray! I've missed you. And the illustration is awesome! :)

karla said...

Don't get excited, Melissa. This is the last blog post you'll see this decade from that sloth.