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Rey’s Dream-Doodles: Gambit

Once upon the time I had aspirations to be a comic book artist but quickly realized that 1) Comics are ridiculously hard to get into and 2) there are people way better than me. With that, I decided to incorporate drawing into my designs and it’s proved pretty effective thus far. But now, while having a meal with the kids or sitting around the table with a craft-fest, I find myself doodling things from that possible alternate reality. Since I normally scrawl on scrap paper, a napkin or some discarded envelopes I figured I’d save them up here before chucking them or giving them away to co-workers. I’ll include a thumbnail that links to a full size image and a medium sample that will be on the page for those who don’t want to bother.

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The Nothing

A few nights ago, when it was so windy the moon was under covers, I took out the trash way too late. Hating winter’s chill I ran out and pushed the huge trash can up to the sidewalk then stopped. Across the street, behind the row of houses, I usually can see the farm land and beyond. Even on moonless nights there’s a sort of arcane ambience that allows me to see at least the form of the land if not details. But on that night all I could see was a solid wall of blackness from which came a screaming wind that forced the trees to tremble in its wake. I was afraid.

It was a strange fear because it wasn’t my normal phobia of acts of God (like tornadoes) but this completely irrational terror that was tingling up my toes across my skin and near the back of my ears. The Blackness was, to my mind, too concealing…too occult…holding the land hostage and threatening to overwhelm that small row of homes and my own as well.

As I trotted back inside, embarrassed at my speed, I was grateful that the blackness did not extend overhead and out to the back of my home—it meant that it hadn’t swallowed us, cutting us off from the world.

Looking back at it all I wonder about my reaction. Was that the ridiculous fear of a city-kid in a way too open space? Was that the justified terror of a human before the unknown power of nature? Or was it something far worst, passing between worlds and for one brief moment in its nigh-infinite lifespan it turned its concealed eyes towards me and seethed.

Rey’s Random Rants

  1. I can’t stand the whole spring forward/fall back hour change.
  2. It stinks that everything costs money therein affecting what you can and can’t get.
  3. Working as a full time art-director, a part-time freelancer and a part time retail computer desk technician is proving interesting.
  4. Man, I wish that I was a Jedi who knew how to use a lightsaber.
  5. It’s a bit ridiculous that they haven’t re-aired the Ted Koppel special after Discovery channel’s “The Lost Tomb of Jesus”.
  6. There are way too many shows on TV, way too many posts to write, way too many notes to translate into blog format and way too many stories to finish.
  7. I wish I had a super-ridiculous strong telescope so I can see the rings of Saturn. But then this reminds me about the whole money thing again.
  8. If I had the ability to fly I wouldn’t be able to get higher than 5 feet since I’m scared of heights.
  9. I really wish I could start working on an online comic starring Norm Norby.
  10. Christian online arguments really annoy (and embarrass) me.
  11. I can’t stand being in a black funk.

Crispy Black Pancakes

I can cook. That’s not a brag or anything; it’s just a fact. My penne pesto is superb and accented by my broiled chicken. My rice and beans are enhanced by my steaks and onions. I make killer scrambled eggs and have no problem mixing a mean milk shake. But I can’t make pancakes.

I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I do the batter right, mix it all up, pour it on the medium heated pan and next thing I know I’m scraping the things across the griddle, my arms are getting burnt and the pancakes are inflating like balloons.

My kids realize it too. They beg for my wife’s pancakes (and French toast—my bane!) for dinner and yet when I decide to make the stuff for breakfast they’re cautious.

“It smells good…”

“Because it tastes good!” I snap trying to convince myself while slapping the ill-formed ovals on my kids’ plates and hope they’ll gobble it down without thinking.

They don’t; they argue. I refuse to remake breakfast (just the way I was brought up, sorry) so we all sit there struggling through horrid pancakes—me swearing pancakes off of my cook-list and my kids hoping that my oaths stick.

Just a few minutes ago my wife asked me a series of questions:

“Do you turn down the heat from medium.”

“Yes.”

“Do you use the back burner?”

“No.”

“How many do you cook at once?”

“Three.”

“I don’t get it,” she says as she cuts into one of her perfect golden brown pancakes, shining with a dab of warm maple syrup “You’re doing everything right!” then bites down with an absentminded sigh.

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