Loose Marble

No drugs behind this doodle....not sure how it all started but it is weird.  Boon cartoons, Boondawgoggle, cartoonist for hire. Wow!  Tomorrow is the last day of January.  Only 92% of the year left.  So let's take inventory.  If the rest of the year continues as this month has unfolded what will things look like in December?  Ah? No, I'm not going to go through that exercise.  It's too damn depressing.  And besides, one month does not a trend make.  Now I just want to cry.  The only aspect of January I can  think of that I hope projects  the balance of the year is that I'm alive.  How's that for positive thinking. Surely I've done something this month that warrants it as not being a complete waste of 8% of the time I have available this year.   I'm kind of feeling a bit like what a farmer must feel like.  He plows the field, sows the seed and waits,and waits and waits for several months to see if what he had done provides the expected results, but it is not

Real quick light handed sketches caught using  the Wacom Inkling.  I wanted to use them to ink over with dip pen. Boon Cartoons Boondawgoggle  I've written about being born in the last year of the baby boom before.  By all accounts, I'd thought,  the baby boom normally is quoted as covering the years 1945 to 1963.  Which would put me as being born in the last year, and yes I turned 50 in December. Well this morning, as is typical,  I was watching the Today Show and they did a segment on turning 50.  They touted 1964 as being the last year.  If you go look it up there really doesn't seem to be an exact consensus of the dates.  I really thought I was dead on.  Evidently not. So there ya have it.  Another thing I thought I held significant distinction, being born in the last month of the last year of the boom all blown to hell. Scanned image of sketch pad.  Here I inked in the Inkling sketches with a dip pen. Boon Cartoons Boondawgoggle. I wonder if we are going to see a gazil

  The idea of cartooning as a profession had been a very strong desire of mine starting way back in fourth grade, about 1971.  I was an addicted doodler, follower and copier of comics in the paper and some more cartoony comic books, like PLOP!.  I would spend hours researching and reading everything I could find about cartooning.  While in high school I must of read every back issue of Writers Digest, a magazine available in my school library, that had an article about cartooning in the back of every issue. I drew regularly, was on the school paper staff as cartoonist, almost every project I did in four years of art classes had a cartoon feel and I even tried a submission to the syndicates.  This all waned as college loomed on the horizon.  I was never encouraged by my parents to purse the cartooning further.  Now in their defense they may not of realized my dream.  Not sure how they could of missed it, but I really don't remember them ever asking or suggesting graphic art or other