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I draw what I know best. How many people talk to the things around them? Okay, at the risk of sounding like I'm off my rocker, I admit that I do. And that literally includes the rocker, and the lamp and the guinea pig and, of course the dogs.

A beloved editor once told me, “Never, EVER, tell ‘em you’re sorry”. It was on a morning when a particularly mean (but I thought well-drawn) cartoon ran skewering one of our local human elected officials. I remember depicting him in my style of that period; one of a variety of blood sucking parasites I enjoyed drawing.

I’m back home now, finally, from a two-week whirlwind tour of Chicagoland. Of course, it’s always good to be back home to my pups and my pictures, but I have to admit I miss all my new friends as well.

I’m overwhelmed, I really am. You’ve all endured my blogging and have remained my fans anyway. So as promised, this creature (a self-portrait maybe?) that I’ve  conjured will soon be sprung from it’s cage and land softly in the hands of one of you wonderful fans; with nary another peep from me.

When I first asked my Facebook fans to help me find 16 new friends in less than a week I never thought it would happen over night. Thanks to my fans (that being you) my fan list grew by 30+ in less than 6 hours.

Since the launch of my Facebook page my goal was to have 300 fans by the end of January and with only a week left I have to find 16 brand new super awesome fans.

I have certainly had my share of memorable Christmases. Like the year I got the plaid pants and seedy yellow sweater vest or the gift certificate to JC Penny’s portrait studios that just happened to arrive as a stocking stuffer that same year.
Or the year I got my official Sea Hunt scuba diving watch that stopped working as soon as I took it into the tub.

I’m back. At least I think so. But then again, maybe I didn’t go anywhere, I really don’t know for sure. I was picked up at a Target in Chagrin Falls, Ohio standing in a check out line with an arm full of Don Ho CD’s and oven mitts but I don’t know how I got there… weeeeeird.

“Where do I get my characters?” It’s the most commonly asked question when I’m out in the real world. Right behind, “Could you please direct me to the restroom?” and “Where is the latest TWILIGHT installment located at?”