Goals Are For Losers. Happy New Year

I've got some doodles, but been really busy, gave my scanning printer to my wife who has her office on another floor of the house. So it hasn't been convenient to get anything scanned in to up load. I did these scans and forgot to do them at gray scale rather than b/w. So they are a bit sketchy, but I just don't have the motivation to go re-scan them.

If you are older than 40 most likely you've seen the Bugs Bunny cartoons with the martian that keeps trying to blow up Earth, then you get this reference.

If you've ever read Scott Adams', Dilbert creator and cartoonist, book "How To Fail At Almost Everything and Still Win Big" then you will get this reference about goals are for losers.

I'm toying around with giving Earl a different nose. The thought came to me because I have a greeting card for sale on Boon Greeting Cards, that is a top seller during Valentine's Day season where the guy looks similar to Earl but has a different nose. Thought maybe franchising his image into more cards and such might be a route to pursue. Hence Earl needed a nose job.

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