Not punny

Whoops. Sorry I missed a day! My mom had a (not serious) operation yesterday so it was a slightly hectic day with little time at the computer. But yes. My Mac is back now; I've lost all my data but it's nice to go back to using my own computer after more than a month. I find myself still trying to use PC shortcuts and stuff, though. I guess this will take a little getting used to again.

G was sad because I never laugh at his puns . . . although I actually laughed at this one.

Constant Struggle

I'm always extnding my hand or opening my arms or reaching for a kiss when I'm not supposed to. A multikulti life results in funny, awkward moments. Although nothing has been more awkward than having a guy kiss the hand that I extended to shake his with. He had to flip my hand horizontally and then yank it up (because my arm was so rigid). Urk. Sorry.

No wait, I'm not sorry! It totally wasn't my fault!

Sloth Hug

Groggy morning non-proper-comic update.

I've never hugged a sloth, but I imagine that there's no sad feeling in the world that can't be assuaged with a good, slow sloth hug.

I dream of sloth hugs.

Heuschnupfen

Hay fever -> itchy eyes -> rubbing itchy eyes -> new wrinkles around eyes -> look older?

Morgen!

I generally don't draw cartoons of other people's anecdotes, but this one was too cute and Amelie-esque! I just hope it makes sense...

B was coming home from dancing in the wee hours in the morning when she passed by some guy on the street...

Right. Back to work now.

The Ultimate Multi-tasking

I lol'd IRL.

After all, it is the ultimate multi-tasking. 

Jeans

Working on a test version of my final Aufgabe. Reaaally slow, but kind of fun.

Mamas Faible

Spent the day preparing my portfolio. I've finally selected (well, select isn't really the right word, since I barely had enough works) the final 20 pieces to go into the portfolio. I got photos printed of all the three-dimensional pieces, mounted them on paper, and put them in as well. It all took much longer than expected, but at least the portfolio is pretty much ready to go. All I need to focus on now is getting the Aufgabe done. And drawing more comics, of course!

Anywho. I also just came back from grocery shopping with my mom. I kept having to drag her away from sweets and boxes labeled "free gift inside," which reminded me of this episode:

This was in Saudi. Saudi was the land of the weirdest combinations of "free gifts." I remember buying a lot of sliced cheese because my mom wanted the Looney Tunes glasses that came with it. We also bought a giant bag of Uncle Ben's rice once because it came with a knife. Knife? Rice? Um, okay.

I have no idea what we did with the six bottles of ketchup. We don't even use that much ketchup. Maybe we just gave them away . . .

Anyway, German classes resume today. Level C2, here I come! (eep) I hope the new people in my class are nice.

The Crazies of Kensington

Spent a long time at the doctor's office with my mom today. While sitting around in the waiting room watching the motion sensor lights go on and off (for no reason. There is enough light in the room. I'm convinced it's just there to distract the patients.), I started to think about the really eccentric people who lived (and probably still live) in Kensington Market in Toronto. The three that immediately came to mind were these:

First is the middle-aged Green Mohawk Guy. He was probably the nicest of the three (this is based on the fact that he said hi (or otherwise acknowledged her existence) when Z said hi). He usually hung around on the corner of Augusta and Baldwin with some other buddies. I'm not sure how old he is or what he does, but there was an air about him that seemed to me like he owned that corner of Kensington.  Badass but relatively approachable.

And then there's the Cat Man. Also middle-aged, but he was a little less approachable than GMG, mostly because he usually walked around the market yelling at people or grumbling incoherently to himself. He always wore a giant backpack, on which two or three leashed cats sat napping. The idea of a man walking around with cats on leashes is cute . . . but I generally tried to stay out of his way.

Finally, there's the Bicycle Lady. She had floofy blonde hair, pointy sunglasses, and a polka-dotted fur coat and rode around the market on a tiny bicycle. She yelled at my mom for staring at her once. (Fair enough; my mom has a tendency to ogle.) Slightly aggressive, but generally harmless, methinks.

I imagine Kensington's already changed a lot in the last three years, but I'd like to go back one day . . .

One Dot

One dot can make a big difference!