New Year's Night

This has been a very long week and I am very tired, so in order to preserve some semblance of that thing you humans call "sanity," I decided that trying to draw something funny while unable to think straight was a bad idea.  But fear not, because you get this somewhat amusing and applicable doodle I did a couple years ago.  Happy 2013!  Here's to another year of insanity, half-baked doomsday theories, cat-infested websites, and chocolate.  And maybe sleep if we're lucky. 

Joy Ride

Black Pete strikes again, this time joined by a trio of elves with cabin fever and some crazy flying caribou. 
I wanted to do something special for Christmas this year, so here it is, for better or worse.  To my family, yes, this is the reason I've been hiding in my room for the last week. 

To everyone in general:  Merry Christmas!

Last-Ditch Effort

Santa's inbox is probably in the quintuple digits by now.  Looks like he'll be putting his time-warping powers to good use.  Hey, nothing ventured, nothing gained, right?

I've just been finishing up my finals for this semester, and then I'm off on break.  And I might have even passed all of my classes.  *Gasp!*  Does this mean I'm actually allowed to get some sleep? 

Nah, must be my imagination. 

The Thought That Counts

There are several perils of having vampires for neighbors, and not just from the threat of becoming a midnight snack.  Poor Steve can't catch a break. 

But 'tis the season, so we should at least try to love (or at least tolerate) our neighbors, regardless of their eating habits. 


And before anyone asks, I'm honestly not sure if Steve's mom A) is just being polite, B) is unaware of what's in those cookies, or C) actually likes blood biscuits. 
Though if it's the last one, I deeply pity her non-vampire relatives. 

The Rules are a Lie

Have I mentioned before that I'm a music major?  No?  Okay then.  I'm a music major.  Composer, cartoonist, and general starving artist at your service. 

In any case, I tend to run into a lot of rather bizarre stuff.  Case in point, my first-semester theory teachers, who liked to pretend that music had hard-and-fast rules that lasted now and forever.  Then comes Theory 4, in which all the rules get thrown unceremoniously out the window and we learn, as one student put it, how to speak whale. 

It's not all bad weird, though.  Sometimes we have fun.  The other day my teacher discovered this song, which my class then sung on a Christmas caroling expedition to the Theory 1 class.  So to kick off this holiday season, I'll share it with you. 
And if you don't find it even half as funny as I do, well, I won't be mad.