The sheer difference between macro and micro amazes me.
In other words, the wonders of cells versus the wonders of the Universe (or “verse” as it will be called five hundred years in the future. Trust me on this one).
Have you ever seen anything that’s .000000000000001 of an inch? How about something that’s ten billion light years away? Just how much of the possible universe do we experience in our lifetime? I bet their’s a number for that and I bet it’s a big one.
…or a small one.
Happy four twenty, everyone.
Okay, this sketch is a deliberate attempt to pull at your heart strings…
It’s largely based on the two RoBots I sketched last night.
I love to hear about how people met, fell in love and lived happily ever after. It’s exciting to hear stories of love. I personally, have been in love approximately eight times in my life. Nine, if you count my 1981 Suzuki GS 1100E.
Each time was different than the last and will probably be different than the next, if God deems it important to introduce me to it again.
I did something different this time with the RoBots. Instead of trying to convey emotion by giving the RoBots human characteristics, I did the opposite. I didn’t even give these two distinguishable parts. But, yet they look like their having a conversation. The one on the right is clearly speaking, and the one on the right seems to be enthralled with the subject matter. I bet you can even tell which is the male and which is the female.
Here are some Real-life examples.
There are no mistakes in God’s great universe.
– Jill Jones
I had a pug at one point in my life.
We shared a love/dislike relationship. Most of the time I either loved to dislike it, or more times than not, disliked the fact that I actually loved it.
The love part wasn’t truly apparent until after it was struck and killed by a car.
Soon after this tragic event, I found myself in the grocery store, cruising the aisle for various sundries. I remember this elderly woman strolling down the opposite side. I smiled as I usually do. She looked at me with a concerned look and said, in a thick southern accent,”Son, are you okay? You look like you just lost your best friend.”
Needless to say, I took this opportunity to let loose.
She hugged me as if I were her own. After I stopped my carrying-on, she said to me, “Everyone and everything is in your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime”.
Somehow, that made me feel better.
I’m still not sure what it means.
I remember watching a commercial about something we couldn’t live without. For the life of me, I can’t remember what it was.
Anyhoo – the point is, in the scene, there was a well dressed man getting on an elevator. You could tell he was going to work because of the way he was dressed and the fact that he had a briefcase and a newspaper under his arm. He seemed extremely happy and successful at his job. Right then, I knew I had to get a job where I wore a suit and had an elevator ride to my desk.
…and I did.
Truth is, dry-cleaning is expensive and elevators suck. Especially when you have to eat at your desk and the ride up with your lunch is constant stopping and starting. It’s friggin’ torture.
In reality, that successful guy on the commercial is probably a waiter/actor who’s just happy he got the part.
It’s taken me about twenty “professional” years to figure out, happiness is more than a large paycheck. And a job should be something you love to do. If you can marry these two together, then that is true success. I wish you the best of luck.
I bet if you had your favorite meal every day, it wouldn’t be you favorite anymore.
I say this because variety is the spice of life.
My cousin, Kirsty took me out for sushi, knowing that I don’t eat fish. I trust her a lot, so I went with an open mind. As it turns out, I like tuna rolls with roe. I’m not planning on making it a habit, but it’s nice to know I can hang with the sushi crowd.
I prefer steak.
If you know me well, you know I play World of Warcraft periodically.
I have created a new character, so I’m logging a few hours lately. It’s a wonderful escape, and just like bikers, if I have to explain, you wouldn’t understand.
I’m a level 55 Undead Warrior on Scarlet Crusade Server. My name is Shpeebitz. Look me up and I’ll give you 100 gold.
I still call my boys Sweetheart.
I can’t tell if it bothers them or not. The other boys don’t seem to react. If they poke fun, it’s not obvious to me. So, my conclusion is, my boys feel sorry for me and let me get away with calling them Sweetie, because they think I’m old and out of touch.
I don’t care. As long as they let me do it.
It’s amazing how fast they grow up.
When I was young, my family would take an annual trip down south. First stop was Georgia to visit the family. Next stop was Myrtle Beach, SC. In between was a state park with a unique feature. Apparently, the alligators were so tame, you could walk up and feed them.
Keep in mind, this was about a hundred years ago. We have footage of it somewhere in the Rucker family archives. Evidence of a warped childhood.