I was the star witness in a trial with a statistically highly improbable jury composition – perhaps unfairly so.
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I was the star witness in a trial with a statistically highly improbable jury composition – perhaps unfairly so.
A discussion on Newton’s apple incident and the laws of gravity leads (logically) to a pencil sketch of a daydreaming dog
A decomposing rat found (by its odor) in an unexpected place – a rental van owned by a self-proclaimed car-hater.
A friend’s reminder that “drawing is good for the soul” inspired a sketch a bottle cap from an IPA, a rarity in Madagascar.
The name “Mr. Normal” came to me instantly. I was disappointed in myself.
What do you do when you’ve used your last square of toilet paper, and the hoarders have raided all the rolls from the stores?
A couple of guys from the country music bar penetrated into the Oingo Boingo show. This is what happened.
It’s obvious – if anyone who would stop feasting on delicious frozen Smurf flesh for just one second and reflect on it.
Bonehead made me realize that my pencil-and-paper sketching skills have deteriorated from neglect.
I found myself alone with twin boys, as their father raged in pursuit of a stranger. What could I say?
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