Jellyfish and Poopbirds

Another day dawns here in the treehouse.

The squirrels are fat and the birds are happy.

Full Page is spreading wide and trying to keep other pictures out of my magical Crop Square.

It didn't work, as you'll see below.

I can't control the passionate doodle from within!

The fallacies of ancient biology.

Technology wins!

Beware!

Yes, it really does want to kill you.

Right after you get a ticket for speeding.

Yes, this is true.

 

You might think it's this one, but nope.

Surprise! It's this one:

Hitchcock never saw this one coming.

Probably a good thing.

Another trip through Doodleland completed.

Tip your therapist on your way out.

Seedlings and hungry clouds

Two AM sleep?

BAH!

Bah, I say!

To the doodle page!

Big Picture- not a lot here, but it's quality. Quality.

The Download Honesty we all wish we had.

Seriously, just let me know when I can walk away for an hour or two.

Mistaken identity. Cute, but still wrong.

Like a British 'plop plop fizz fizz'.

When clouds go bad.

Also, when they skip a meal or two.

Mortally mortified molting.. uhm.. mtree.

Quiet little seed just for you. 

Ahhh now wasn't that nice?

Next time.

Whoops upside my holiday

Sorry it's been a while. Holidays, blah blah laziness blah blee blah twisted ankle whoopdee bloo blah

Bloop.

Now on to the goods-

Up first is the whole page shot. It's a twofer so let us all rejoice and give vanilla wafers.

 

The Unibrow of Terror!

Feel the fear!

See the creeping!

Call your stylist!

Evil Cellphone wants your soul.

(and 49.99 a month in 'fees')

Santa is really freakin' sick of eating all your stale cookies.

Leave the ice, it's seasoned.

Oh you fickle human!

You never call. You never write.

Where has your turkey love gone?

Wait. Don't answer that.

Cookies bring happiness to all.

And possibly a stomach ache.

But mostly happiness.

Mostly.

For those times on the web when you just can't figure out what the other person is thinking.

I mean really- monkeys do not play the banjo.

I don't care what wikipedia says.

Feather! You've just won the Super Bowl!

What do you want to do?

Disneyland?

Vacation?

What is it- tell me!

Behold!

I bring you line arted Hippo of Much Round Love!

Behold!

I bring you..uh.. some dude with a pinwheel!

(Look, they can't all be winners, OK?)

Do you want to have the most massive farts?

I mean I'm talking Blow The Couch Into Next Tuesday, farts.

Well, want no more!

Your hero has arrived at last.

This is simple.

I got a mug for Christmas and I love it.

We may or may not be running away together.

Look Ma- all done!