Felis felix est. It's a happy cat.

This Post Does Not Contain Euripides Blockquotes

No new doodles today, so here's another snippet from last semester. It's from the Bacchae again: more Crazyeyes Agave!

from my notes on Virginia Woolf

"Probably," said Jacob, "we are the only people in the world who know what the Greeks meant."

Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.

A Thought for the Day

"Poetry turns all things to loveliness; it exalts the beauty of that which is most beautiful...It transmutes all that it touches, and every form moving within the radiance of its presence is changed by wondrous sympathy to an incarnation of the spirit which it breathes..." (A Defense of Poetry, 1840).

Oh, Percy Bysshe Shelley. <3

Blasts from the (recent) Past

I'm clearing out some backlog while I'm in the mood for posting. These are from last Spring term--probably Canterbury Tales. I am firmly resisting the temptation to self-critique.

This turned into Alex Drake from Ashes to Ashes, a show with which I have something of a love/hate relationship...more hate/inexplicable fascination, really.

I don't even know, you guys. Probably she crawled out of some river and is going to steal your soul. Then eat it.

Medieval Lit--13 February 2009

This manuscript was in need of illuminating.

I Aten't Dead. No, Seriously.

Well, that took longer than anticipated. I meant to start posting again as soon as I replaced the batteries in my camera, but in my usual procrastinatory fashion, I've only just now gotten around to it. So, without further ado, here are a couple of doodles for your perusal:

This here is a very strange Wolverine. He appears to have lost a fight with Picasso, or possibly Dali. As you might expect, he is not too pleased about this, and is taking out his bestial rage on my math notes.


This is how they got babies back in the days of Queen Victoria. Ladies would just be sitting around, thinking pious thoughts, when --POOF! Baby! This is the sort of thing I learn in my Charlotte Bronte class.


Anyway, I have no idea if anyone even reads this anymore, but I hope to get back into posting doodles at something resembling regular intervals. They will doubtless be interspersed with Cat Stories and fangirling, but I beg my readers' indulgence...

Stress-Induced Doodling

End of term, yay. Three significant projects/papers/presentations due in the next three days, not yay. It's doodle time!

Tired of translating? Take this guy's advice, have a dance-off!

Sorry this is sideways; I fail at pictures. This is from the front of my english folder. I drew an eye, and the rest of the face just followed. Except for the other eye.

A highlighter-and-dry-erase-marker flapper doodled on an old envelope: this is what happens when writing utensils and flat, wood-pulp-based surfaces are left within my reach.

Some Doodleness

This is the last week before I head home for fall break, so naturally I've been spending it watching Doctor Who, writing, and doodling. Here's a page from my sketchbook that I filled during the episode with the plant-monster in Antarctica, not that it has anything to do with that.
I've got some actual comicky-type stuff in the works if I ever get around to finishing it, including--yes--the Curtain Emergency.

I wasn't on anything, I swear!

These rather trippy doodles were created in lieu of notes in Gender, Sex, and Texts today. I have no idea what the heck they're supposed to be.

Cartoony Faces (Catching Up, Part the Second)

I filled ten pages of my sketchbook with cartoon heads. I present a small sampling for your amusement.

I'm not sure, but I think this is the gentleman with the thistledown hair from Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell.

Boyfriend! I've been trying to come up with a cartoony version of Nathan, but it never comes out quite right. This one is sort of OK, although I'm still not satisfied.Another attempt, with a cartoon Kylie to the lower right.

I was practicing drawing expressions on myself, and this one is my favorite.

No head-doodling session would be complete without the Random Dude-guy!

Meet my Mom.

My mother is quite openminded about the popular music of my generation, as long as it's not too "weird" (she's fond of hip-hop, but the White Stripes are right out). The only problem is that she can't remember which songs go with which artists, so she depends on my sister to keep track of her musical tastes...which is what prompted the following:



Edit: dagnabitall, I've just realized I put the steering wheel on the wrong side. So just pretend we're British, okay?

Kylie and the World of Work

My last entry corresponds roughly with my getting hired at Shirt-Folding Store, which is where I've whiled away many a (paid-by-the) hour in the last month or so. For a summer job it's not at all bad and my co-workers are all super-nice, but there is a lot of time spent standing around waiting for a customer to wander in. I've accumulated a number of doodles done on reciept-paper done during these times. I was going to post all of them, but some didn't come out and in others you can see the company logo on the paper (I'm probably paranoid to be worried about this, but let's just stick with Shirt-Folding Store, okay?). So I've only put one up for now, but I will probably post the others after some retakes and tweaking.



This is one of the minor mishaps that occurred during the markdowns hoopla last week. I got to wander around with this cool zapper thingy and print out price stickers. At one point I had to replace the roll of label-tape in the printer, but I put it in wrongside-up and when I tried to make price tags it went haywire and spit out about eight feet of tape before I could fix it.

An Odd Sort of Critter

This strange beast sprang fully-formed from the tip of my ballpoint pen not thirty minutes ago. I think he may be a descentant of the creatures cavorting on the pages of the Book of Kells, but really there's no way to be sure.

I Ate'nt Dead...

...just kind of busy. And I haven't really produced anything blog-worthy in the doodle department, but I figure I ought to put something up here, this being after all a Doodle Blog. Speaking of which, I have a question for my readership (all three of you): quality or quantity? Would you rather have sporadic, infrequent updates of fully-inked-and-maybe-colored cartoons, or bi-weekly (something like that) doodlements of varying quality and exciting-ness?

I have no idea where any of this came from. None. Let's see...we've got a sort of double rat, a gator dog, a golem, and a man who apparently contracted the chicken pox before being dumped in a peat bog. Also, it amuses me that all you can see of my notes for twentieth-century African history are "legit pharaoh", "barbarian strength", and "queen of Ethiopia".

Oh, Fridays...

I was actually pretty productive today, in that I actually took notes. Sort of. Granted, they turned into doodles twenty minutes into the class, but they are there...

This is me ripping off William Morris in the margin of my English notebook. The figure at the top right is my sad attempt at the Wife of Bath from Canterbury Tales.

This is my African History professor. It may have looked like I was really interested in today's lecture, but really I was just trying to get the shadows right on his nose. It's not a very good likeness, but it did keep me occupied for a good forty minutes.