Haiti

I haven’t posted since the day before my son’s birthday. One long LEGO party. He’s five.

Now the party is over.

The situation in Haiti so grim. Affecting lives there. Even my usually comfortable life. Haunted. The definition of “hard to imagine.” “Hard” the pain of thinking about the horror.

I’ve stopped saying, “Everything happens for a reason.” It can’t be true. What reason could be that big?

Meet Harry

Meet Harry. Nice guy. But watch that glare off his forehead.

Free Hat

This digital file, a line drawing resembling a hat, is free. Here’s how to get yours.

Simply drag the image to your desktop and try not to think about sending me some of your money via Paypal. My account is under tjpeckham@gmail.com

Thank you and please come again.

Meet Nick

Meet Nick. Nice guy. Enjoys sports. Needs a fuckin’ haircut.

My boy can draw!

I came home last night to find this robot drawn by my not-yet-five-year-old.

I think he shows some cartooning talent.

 

Face to a friend

I met a friend today I hadn’t seen for a year. In fact — I had never seen him before. Or even talked to him on the phone. Yet, I’ve called Noel my friend for over a year. All thanks to e-mail.

A year ago I e-mailed Noel out of the blue because I liked his app and wondered if he wanted to work with a washed-up cartoonist. Apparently he was sitting at home wondering how much to charge washed-up cartoonists to make apps of their work. How do you spell kismet? The apps were made and in the App Store within two weeks.
Our business relationship and our interest in iPhone app development kept the e-mails going. And, when we finally met for the first time today, we picked up right where our last e-mail left off.

I think it’s an interesting thing, trusting someone without seeing them. What makes a friend? What determines who your friends are? Is it simply rapport? Common interests mixed with mutual respect?

That sounds good.

Ya, that’s it.

Cheers, Keshy.

This just in

A new study from Pennsylvania State University  published in the Journal of Experimental Biology (reported online at ScienceDaily) has found faster runners have longer toes. I have the most god-awful long toes but I’m no Usain Bolt.

Beep, beep!

I kind of like drawing cars.

I bet a lot of male artists say that.

My own car rolled over 220,000 kms this weekend. A 1997 Honda Accord. FTW.

Halloween

It’s Halloween. Leo is going as Black Bat. Some kind of superhero.

Good news

Stop looking.
I found my earbuds. They were at the George Brown College bookstore where I left them. The girl said they all thought I would be back.
I’ve had those for almost five years. Had I really lost them I would have felt okay — like I had recieved my money’s worth.
But it’s great to not have to layout more cash. FTW.