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Happy Halloween (in cartoon form)

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My sketchbook was abondoned.  Sad sketchbook.  And my lame-o art skills are depressing.  Sad unskilled me.  So I've decided to actually put forth an effort to sketch again.  With like a REAL pencil (because I've gotten so used to a stylus I keep thinking, "UNDO UNDO" every time I mess something up in real life).

Therefore....

drum roll, please....

For your viewing pleasure, I give you a Halloweeniscious cartoon.....about me (see the ponytails?  Me.  Plus, see how one of my pupils is bigger than the other one?  I told you - going blind  - yes, they really are like that, and yeah, that's just messed up):





(You should be able to click on the strips to see everything bigger - 'cause you know you want to.)

And because mummy-butt-biting is about as morbid as I can get without having to spew forth something nauseatingly cute, I also drew this:

My fingers seem to be more comfortable with cute than with morbid.  I was thinking it would be nice to draw something with an eyeball halfway falling out, or some slime oozing out of somewhere grotesque.  Because it's almost Halloween, so it should be gross, right? 

Nope.

Mummy-butt-biting.  And then pinch-your-cheek sweetness. 

I guess it's just what I do.

Comments

Caroline C. Bingham said…
Um, I kinda want to print the bottom one out for my kids to color.

cuteness.
30.10.10
Kristina P. said…
I had no idea you were talented! You hide it well. ;)
30.10.10
bobatharoo said…
Do you remember a book you made for me in middle school about a walrus? Just wanted you to know, I still have it. Seeing that witch picture (which is A-DORABLE) reminds me of that book!
30.10.10
Barbaloot said…
What fun cartoons! I vote for more of those:)

Just warn me if you're putting up an eyeball falling out. I don't do morbid very well...
31.10.10
Claire said…
But cute is nice! You've got some skeelz, lady!
2.11.10
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