Happy Puppet Times (Patreon)

I drew the puppets for the first time maybe 30 minutes before the post went up.  No deep thinking, no long design process, I just dipped into my memories of the Muppets and made two relatively easy to draw characters.  In fact, Ed's puppet starts without ears, but he suddenly gains them, like, 3 appearances in because I forgot and he's basically Scooter with a palette swap.  More accurately Ed's puppet is more like a mish mash of Scooter & convincing John from Fraggle rock.  Or at least how my memory of them exists without actually looking.  Mike's puppet is more like a generic background "human" puppet, like the news reader, or the round headed shop keeper from Sesame Street.  I've written basically the entire arc on the fly because of the grandpa situation and its fallout.  It's very strange that something I threw together on a whim has been some extremely well recieved.  

I've always loved the Muppets.  I've said as much in the blog.  It's been sad to see them struggle for so many years.  There's a certain kind of magic to them that I think the world could really use right now, but I fear the only person who had the spark of it passed away a long time ago.  I can only replicate the version I remember in my heart, flittered through my mind.  

I don't know what the future will hold for these two nutjobs, but I feel like this arc won't be their only appearance, godwilling.

I don't know if anyone cares, but grandpa got some weird baby sickness as soon as he got to his assisted care apartment.  I forget what it's called, but the doctor was like "All my other patients are under 2 years old".  So he's been in the hospital for a couple of days, I guess.  I'm not normally kept in the loop for information so when he's not in my direct care I rarely get news.  I heard this today for the first time when I talked to mom.  I don't know how he's doing at the moment, but it would be pretty fucking annoying if after all this bullshit to get him into assisted care he just randomly died of some childhood illness.  Although at this point I'm kind of accustomed to getting the finger from god.  

I'm basically cut off from my extended family now because I openly complained about being stuck with grandpa, which is fine I guess.  They never took the time to check in on me before, so nothing really changes.  I kind of feel like I'm done with family at this point anyway.  I'm resentful and angry with half of them now anyway.  Whatever, I'm sick of talking about it now.  

I've been trying to pick up the pieces of my life, but with all the social media upheaval I'm not sure what to do as far as getting eyes on my work now.  I've got a pretty loyal base at least, but I know my work is worthy of more and could brighten more lives if it got noticed more.  

I expect I'll muddler through somehow.  

This isn't the most interesting post, but It's kind of all I have in the tank right now.  Mom's going back to my sister's in a day or so.  It'll probably be just me and dad till thanksgiving or something.  All I know is I just want it all to stop and for all this family stuff to leave me alone.  I'm still stuck in high alert mode all the time right now and it really needs to stop.