rock paper scissors… stink…

rock, paper, scissors

Are you enjoying these little strolls down memory lane? I have so much I want to say but unfortunately, I need Frank for the images… despite my hours and hours of practice, I can’t seem to get the line that Frank gets. He’s got his hands full with a bunch of different things at the moment so I feel bad demanding images from him. Don’t get me wrong, I still demand them… I just feel bad about it. As in this panel from back in the day, I played rock paper scissors with him for a new drawing… he obviously won. The first time I ever used paper…I never use paper.

creative creativity and the bottom of the bucket…

creative

Frank is creative.  I’ll just put that out there.  I wouldn’t have adopted him if he wasn’t.  Sometimes, the creative flow can lose a bit of its pressure.  it could be from anything: overuse, under use, just tired, just really tired, wondering how you’re still upright tired… anything.  He didn’t make me up… that’s how real I am.

Just in case you were wondering.  A lot of people ask if Frank lives with a squirrel… how come not nearly as many people ask me if I really live with a bunch of humans?  Maybe Frank is the fabricated phantom and I’m running the show… Seriously!  I know for a fact that Frank couldn’t possibly do all this by talking to himself… because once you really get to know him it’s better that you DON’T talk to him.  Don’t get me wrong, I love the guy to death… but there are times when i throw the life preserver out to him as hard as I can and he just throws it right back…

Good thing he’s documenting it all in the strips each day and I’m doing my own thing with squirrelosophy… otherwise no one would believe it.