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ursulav

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Worked hard yesterday, got a lot done by quitting time.

Then...it started to call me. The Happy Capybara. My fingers twitched. I fought the urges. I have time for another project like I have time to take up professional ice-skating. I shouldn't even start. I shouldn't even do concept sketches. Even if the Happy Little Capybara Visits Xibalba would be funny and cute and allow me to draw freaky Mayan stuff, even if I AM ahead on my beloved Digger, I don't have time and if I start things and don't finish them or put them on hold or whatever, people send me e-mail and ask where the next one is and then I feel guilty for letting down the viewership and then I curl into fetal position and...and...

And then I went and did it anyway.
http://yerf.com/vernursu/happycapybara.jpg

The viewership seems to have voted for "Stanley" as the name of the stuffed sloth. I know he gets kidnapped by Skull Owl, but that's as far as the brain has gone yet...

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ursulav

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Worked hard yesterday, got a lot done by quitting time.

Then…it started to call me. The Happy Capybara. My fingers twitched. I fought the urges. I have time for another project like I have time to take up professional ice-skating. I shouldn’t even start. I shouldn’t even do concept sketches. Even if the Happy Little Capybara Visits Xibalba would be funny and cute and allow me to draw freaky Mayan stuff, even if I AM ahead on my beloved Digger, I don’t have time and if I start things and don’t finish them or put them on hold or whatever, people send me e-mail and ask where the next one is and then I feel guilty for letting down the viewership and then I curl into fetal position and…and…

And then I went and did it anyway.
http://yerf.com/vernursu/happycapybara.jpg

The viewership seems to have voted for “Stanley” as the name of the stuffed sloth. I know he gets kidnapped by Skull Owl, but that’s as far as the brain has gone yet…

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.


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ursulav

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The sight of a Carolina wren hopping around the trees in front with a bit of bark in its beak, presumably prepatory to nest building, fills me with a deep and utterly irrational joy.

I see 'em every day. You'd think I'd get used to it. But I still hop around like an idiot when I see a male cardinal in the bushes because it's bright red and even though I live at what appears to be the crossroads for a mighty cardinal nation, it's still exciting. Because it's red!

Possibly there's a genetic hardwiring at work here.

This uncomplicated joy is in particularly amusing contrast to the following highly technological, geeky, and rather esoteric joy of coming into the house from admiring the happy little wrens, and finding James laughing incredulously at something called "Beatallica" which involved an unholy melding of the Beatles and Metallica. The combo of "Enter Sandman" and "Taxman" was particularly brilliant and nearly made me spray Coke out of my nose. I don't know how they're making the lyrics work, because they do not even remotely scan to the space involved, and my attempts to duplicate fail miserably. But it was still damn funny.

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ursulav

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The sight of a Carolina wren hopping around the trees in front with a bit of bark in its beak, presumably prepatory to nest building, fills me with a deep and utterly irrational joy.

I see ‘em every day. You’d think I’d get used to it. But I still hop around like an idiot when I see a male cardinal in the bushes because it’s bright red and even though I live at what appears to be the crossroads for a mighty cardinal nation, it’s still exciting. Because it’s red!

Possibly there’s a genetic hardwiring at work here.

This uncomplicated joy is in particularly amusing contrast to the following highly technological, geeky, and rather esoteric joy of coming into the house from admiring the happy little wrens, and finding James laughing incredulously at something called “Beatallica” which involved an unholy melding of the Beatles and Metallica. The combo of “Enter Sandman” and “Taxman” was particularly brilliant and nearly made me spray Coke out of my nose. I don’t know how they’re making the lyrics work, because they do not even remotely scan to the space involved, and my attempts to duplicate fail miserably. But it was still damn funny.

Originally published at Tea with the Squash God. You can comment here or there.