








The Doodle-sketch-comic-closeup-photo-rambling-artsy-fartsy blog of Jeff Ross.










Not to worry. I did not enter...even though I really wanted to!
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With Fall just around the corner, make sure you start thinking about cooler weather, and the return of various pointing creatures. To give them something to point at, try the new "All Cotton Ball" ensemble. Made from 100% pure cotton balls, this set is extremely comfortable (unless you just shaved). Includes, hat, shirt, coat, pants, and socks. (Warning: Hat will shrink if exposed to sunlight, artificial light, rain, air, and pointing creatures.) Only $3.17. One size fits all, if you are 2'9".
The problem with being the smartest animal on the farm is that you have to put up with all the other stupid ones.
The art of staff meeting sketches can be first traced back to the plastonic period, where a certain caveman, named "Ugg," would just talk and talk and talk. (We know this, because he was dug up with his mouth wide open.) It seems that another caveman, called "Jegg," would get up and start drawing on the walls. These drawings can still be found in our office basement.
Unfortunately, Ugg was thrown into the sea, only to be devoured by a great propeller-monster of the deep.
Fortunately, Ugg received a vision inside the beast. It was from the ancient duck-bill spirit. He told Ugg to go find the rest of his body, if he can figure out how to get out of the sea monster.
Unfortunately, Ugg died in the belly of this creature, and was unable to comply with the floating, duck-bill spirit's request. Ugg died (with his mouth open) and his spirit turned into a star, as his cavemen friends all told him he would. Telescopes all over the world can now see Ugg, but thankfully not listen to him.
I don't know how this related to the story.
Fortunately, Ugg, now called Treegut 13b, has his own celestial bodies orbiting in cosmic order. One of the planets has been colonized by citizens of Treegut 11e, and here is a portion of their written language. It says "Mentos! The Freshmaker!"
Unfortunately, after colonization, the race regressed to a primitive state, and forgot what circular objects are used for.
Fortunately, one of these colonized idiots gave birth, and, to everyone's astonishment, had super powers. This new hero taught his race the importance of circular objects, as well as deodorant, and was hailed as the planet's first true superstar.


Those that own any large domesticated animal that resembles a combination of Darth Vadar, Barney, and a dragon knows the importance of the Armless Poncho-shirt. Not only does it keep tempting appendages away from hungry mouths, but it makes a clear statement that says "I was not picked-on in grade school." Only $26.99. Colors: green, brown, and puce. Sizes: small-XXL
As monocles become more and more popular these days, I'm sure you want to find something that compliments your taste in modern thinking. Such is the case with the PlusCollar Robe. Not only does it give you instant appeal, it also hides embarrassing leg characteristics, such as Bloated Knee Capitis. Only $39.99. Color: "Evil Scientist" grey. Sizes: one size fits all. Hairy eyebrows and mustache included.
First we have Duane, the meditating mantis. (For reasons unknown, Duane has becoming an atheist, and feels that having the word "praying" in his name violates his rights and is politically incorrect.)
Here we have a very rare breed of horse called the Stillasastatue Horse. "Stilla" for short. She hardly ever moves. And I can attest to that. I once sat and watch her for 4 days straight. She didn't even flinch when I held up a sugar cube for her.
And I thought I'd save the most vicious one for last. I shudder just thinking about this monster. Ooooeeehhhh! Once I saw this beast eat a jogger like it was a dog biscuit. I don't have a formal name for him yet, but I've been thinking of calling him...Stuart.