This illustration has been hanging around me now for about 3 months now, that would about one month less than what we’ve lived in Montana so far. I think I will call it good for now. I have some ideas for backgrounds, mostly things of Lo-Do past but I cannot drag myself to illustrate that right now. Could the pointy shoe’d, aviator glassed, fauxhawked, vest wearing, recreated frat house former work environment still be causing the delete some PTSD symptoms? Possibly, but I think that it mostly all goes to the fauxhawk, blame this awful, awful excuse for a hair”style”… but since I’ve moved to much, much better digs all around, I shall stop for the moment. The illustration is done. We are now officially grounded to home and work until our daughter arrives. It is weird to think that maybe this weekend or the next weekend could be the last of the non-baby Josef and Courtney. Such concepts are harder to grasp than Ogre’s weeded out deep thought of “what if c-a-t really spelled dog?”.  I’d best be brushing up on all of my old man sayings as well as stocking up on even more Mr. Roper gear to truly prepare for fatherhood. I’ve got a few ideas for more illustrations, some spanning the “bully” series that I already have one piece for. I was going to name specifics for each piece, but with social media and interwebs now I don’t want to give any of my former nemisisessssesssesese (sp? I know it is spelled incorrectly you knobs!) any credit, that is correct I’m 32 and still hold grudges from 5th, 6th and 7th grade. And another idea is a top secret one that I’ll post more if my ideas works like I would like it to. Stay tuned. That shall be all for this semi-long winded update. Until next time, courage.