A Helpful Hint

 Dreaming of triangles.

 I'm not beyond using my notes for Social Engineering.

     That chart was at a customer request.

Just FYI

  The concerns of cafe life.

In My Belly

 In Rob's Belly, 1 of 5.  

If it's not clear, and I can't think of why it wouldn't be, but just in case, these are tiny versions of me that live in my belly.

 In Rob's Belly, 2 of 5.

2300 calories have arrived.

 In Rob's Belly, 3 of 5.

My workers are not as pleased as I would hope.

 In Rob's Belly, 4 of 5.

The one on the left is very no-nonsense.

 In Rob's Belly, 5 of 5.

And this is why I'm a fat guy.

 Can't stop explaining!

 In my defense, it's a good idea to know what food is.

 Next time you encounter Bara Brith, you'll know.

 

I didn't write that Noooooo, which means someone doesn't like change.  Well, noone likes change.

    Serving English pastries forced me to learn.  And now you've learned too!  Bwooo ha ha ha.  Unless you already knew all this stuff.  It was unfair of me to make assumptions.

Just Babbling On

   Pure announcements.

The Purple Period

 I go to The Cart, and not only are the notes not yellow, they're small.

 Change is unsettling.

 I do my best to adapt.

 Those bananas are gone now.

   Starting to pay more attention to the order here, but it will be a long time before I come up with a plan to keep them flat.

The Hats

 While this was not the occasion, I have indeed drawn blue tattoos on my face.

 Another recording of a spill on the counter.

 This is what I look like in a dark bar wearing a friend's glasses.

 Treacle Farls are just not a very Wisconsin food.  Had to have someone track down what they were.  To do so, I employed to use of a Press Hat.  Thus begins drawing hats.

 I am a surly looking Rudolph.

 I actually own this hat!  I stole it from a bear.

  Once again I try to set customer expectations at a reasonable level.  The later you eat, the less food is available.

Sweaty Cthulhu

As you can see, I'm just trying to keep people in-the-know.

Customers can be learned from.

A cat on my chest while I nap with a hat on.

You know him.  You love him.  It's the Black Dragon.

There was spilled coffee on the counter that looked suspiciously like a nervously sweating Cthulhu.

In my opinion, my forehead is not this ginormous.

 Hear we see a complete lack of evidence that I've taken a year's worth of life drawing classes.

It is not uncommon for a lack oatmeal to be received as if it is a sign of the Apocalypse.

    Starting to find a groove, I feel.  Still primarily in announcements mode, with scatterings of sketches.