Oliver loves his mommy. Ollielujah!

This is Ollie before he emerged from his mother's womb. I sent this image to some family members and my beguiling wife tried to bludgeon me with hate. Sure, she could have said I was a lazy-ass louse for poorly attempting to add respectabiliy and humor by including a Tex Avery character into my drawing...that would have been the proper critique. Instead she brain-dumped about clogging everyone's emails with something she wasn't fond of. Whatever. The good thing is Oliver's chin isn't so recessed since leaving his mother's churlish fluids and he's sweet as pie.

Little Miss Pink going to bed way too late.

I don't know what the hell this is or why I'm posting it...perhaps, one day, it will remind me I should stop wasting my time and do something I have no knowledge about or, maybe, it will reaffirm my current path of doing stuff I'm clueless about. Either way, it's a win-win. Hooray for me.

This is Alex. He used to work with me at Fox but has since decided he'd rather rub nuts with his boys at Film Roman. Alex rarely did any work for me, but when he did, it was pretty good...after I fixed it.

This is my friend Andrea (ON-dray-a). She's from Carmel and now is a fashion designer and recovering alcoholic living in New York City. She's crazy good.

Here's an Alte Kockers logo I created for my alte kocker mishpocheh -- he's still yet to make a hat out of it. I guess I'll have to do it. Probably a good idea seeing we're at the doorstep of another holiday season. Sheesh.

I can't bring myself to buy a card when I can make something crappy myself.