At last, our long national nightmare is over!  It has been over two months of acute mental anguish following the crushing news of December 13th.  But now a glorious new dawn breaks!  Sing sweetly, oh songbirds of love (and multinational brand posturing)!
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Pretty great Sunday morning — Kelly and I went for a walk to get some breakfast, then just kinda kept walking. Â By the time we got home, six hours had gone by. Â Not bad for a pregnant woman!
(Also, I sure hope this visual reference makes sense to people, because if it doesn’t, this must look like a mighty weird drawing!)
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Well, the weekend can’t last forever. Â Back to the storyboard assignments. Â This is another excerpt from the crime story from Sketches 337, 338 and 339. Â (Early in the story, the family man runs into the drunk in the bar, and the latter starts to walk away in the middle of the conversation.)
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Still working on the storyboard for class. Â After yesterday’s sketch, we skip ahead in the story, conveniently glossing over the contents of the motel room.
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It finally happened. Â With only a month to go in the Sketch 365 project, I just plain forgot one. Â This is the sketch for February 13, but it was actually done on the 14th, after I woke up and immediately realized that I’d missed my sketch from the day before. Â I thought for a second about just doing an extra sketch and pretending it was from the 13th, but for some reason I couldn’t do it. Â So I went ahead with this creepy big-eyed representation of my early morning pseudo-horror. Â Actually, I’m kind of surprised this didn’t happen sooner (since I had almost forgotten so many times). Â I’m definitely bummed that I turned this one in late, but at least it’s still going to be Sketch 365.
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Well, after a very stressful week of inspections and discussions with the city permit office, I uncovered some very helpful information today about our escrow property. Â Information that convinces me to run in the opposite direction, before an earthquake knocks that sketchily propped-up house off its cracked and half-sunken foundation. Â Turns out there’s a pretty significant reason for those level discrepancies I mentioned earlier.
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This house-buying stuff is stressful. Â I’ve been investigating the property, talking to people, getting an inspection today, etc. Â From minute to minute the outlook seems to be constantly changing… Â “Oh, that’s a good sign.” Â “Oh, that sounds scary.” Â “Oh, but that’s good news.” Â “Oh, but that could be a big problem.” etc., etc. ad infinitum.
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There’s nothing to make you feel like a sad, sorry old man than the experience of pulling a muscle in your back while straining to open a particularly tight jar.
Not that such a thing happened to me today. Â Purely theoretical.
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The corporate sellers of this house have countered again. Â I’m running out of visual metaphors here.
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P.S. Yes, that’s a hint of pregnancy belly showing on my wife.
The sellers have countered, and now we return the volley.
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