I’ve been looking through a lot of my Spectrum books (and I have a lot of Spectrum books) so I have been drawing a lot of mermaids (they are chock full). And then, I happened upon a movie in Netflix instant that sounded kind of cool. Mad About Men is a strange and quirky British comedy follow up to Miranda (also a comedy). Both movies star Glynis Johns as a mermaid. I watched them out of order, but it didn’t effect my enjoyment of them.
The strangest, and most delightful, in my opinion, part of the Miranda movies is that the mermaid doesn’t magically sprout legs on land and blend into the human scenery. Quite the opposite, not only must she soak her tail every night, but she travels around during the day in a wheel chair and gowns long enough to cover everything. Her lack of mobility doesn’t affect her simultaneous seductions of multiple men, however.
And, true to so many movies I’ve seen from the 40s and 50s, no outrageous betrayal will keep all of the characters from living happily ever after together…wait–what? (see Miss Annie Rooney)
I knit, did you know? I have a whole bag of scarves and such, because scarves is what every new knitter and every now and again knitter knits. At least they are the thing when there are no other plans. And since every new and now and again knitter knits scarves, they are well nigh impossible to sell – that is what I have found. I am thinking of lashing them all together and making a big stripey blanket. In the meantime, I will take pictures of them and use them as hair texture. Cool, huh?
So, this dude is one of the left over scans from my last sketchbook. He was hanging out, waiting for me to remember him. I think maybe he will end up in 
I had a dream a few nights ago. In my dream, I was in some nameless and fantastical European city, surrounded by strange architecture. While passing through a pedestrian square I lamented not bringing a camera other than my phone and struggled to capture a picture of a giant marble pillar. It was carved in larger than life bass relief statuary which seemed to depict an assent from or decent into Hell. This is a little bit of the scene I was trying desperately to focus my cell phone camera on. I can’t remember if I managed to snap the picture in the dream or not. It wasn’t on my phone when I woke up in the morning.
I had the flu most of Christmas break. This is one of the few drawings I managed to squeeze out of my mind/hand while I was sick. I found it. And now that the memory of how terribly I felt is almost gone, I kind of like the drawing. It could be a good logo or tattoo for something or other, except that it has my face on it.
And I don’t like to erase, apparently. At least, I don’t like to erase on doodles. But, aren’t they cute?!