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Sketchlings

Here are the first sketch ideas for my animated cartoon.

I'm so excited.

Mega-doodles

I'm interning at a 3D animation studio, and find myself doodling a lot more as I work. I love those days where you just put on music for a few hours and fill up a whole page with drawings. I found some ancient mega-doodles in a box. Oodles of doodles! :)

Doodles Lately

A couple of doodles from my little notebook that I do on the bus, and a second abstract design from my big sketchbook. I'm almost out of pages in both, so, time to buy new drawing books!

Oh Mr. Sun

The last ten days of my summer so far.

This weather is ridiculous. Grey overcast clouds, rain, sun, clouds,
wind, more clouds, sun, rain and so forth. I'm stuck in limbo
clothing wise. The other day I went out for a walk in a winter jacket
because of the cloudy-rainy-ness. Then after I started walking, it
became sunny any warm, and people must have thought I was
a nut-bar for wearing and furry wool jacket in the midst of summer.
The weather channel is going to be obsolete soon.
It's impossible to predict the weather system here.

It's Wednesday. Also, summer.

It's officially summer because I have a sunburn. Today was a nice day. That is all.

Happy Fathers Day

I was hammering something in my room yesterday, and when I went upstairs, my dad asked what I was doing. I really didn't feel like explaining the dumb projects I do in my room, so I just refused to tell him for my own amusement. He gets kind of paranoid if he doesn't know what's happening. So despite his desperate attempts to figure out what I was doing, and his mounting distress, I kept it to myself. He went silent, and was obviously confused trying to figure out what I could possibly have been doing. Next time I'm bored and need some comedic relief, I'm just going to start pretend-hammering and drilling in my room when my dad is home.

This is my dad and the awesome new stairs he built with the same hammer and drill I use to confuse him.

Men.

What's a girl to do with a silly boy?

This is a section from a short comic I made about a week of my life back in September, 2005.

This is the kind of crap I have to deal with having a younger sister

Dear Cosmopolitan Customer Service,

My younger sister (15 yo) used my name/email to enter one of your FREE bikini-give-away contests on cosmopolitan.com, because I am of the age of majority and she is not. Apparently, this contest indicated that there was 'NO PURCHASE NECESSARY.' However, when she completed the contest form it indicated that I was now subscribed to Cosmopolitan Magazine, and would subsequently be billed $26.00. I have canceled this subscription, yet I am unsure if I will still be sent an issue/be billed for said issue. I do not want any issues of Cosmopolitan Magazine, and thus, do not wish to be charged any monetary amount.

If I am billed after contacting you at this email address, I will take matters further. This is due to the fact that you stated on your contest form that 'NO PURCHASE (was) NECESSARY.' Hence, you flagrantly lied, and your policy is incongruent and misleading, which is unlawful for a company such as yourself.

Please do NOT send me Cosmopolitan, and do NOT bill me.

Thank you kindly,

Kalena Mackiewicz

The scapegoat

Epic Twit

I asked for some suggestions for cartoons to draw on Twitter. Here's one one my favorites:

"How about a chicken stepping on a bird. No! A muscle-man playing a flying V guitar jumping out of a dragon's mouth."

Happy Easter

Happy Easter.
I disappointed a lot of children today. They were super excited to see someone dressed up as an Easter bunny, and assumed I had chocolate. I did not.

"I have nothing to declare except my genius"

I was reading about Oscar Wilde and saw this picture. It suddenly dawned on me why he looked really familiar.

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