That’s how they roll.

Trying to maximize the most out of my little backlog of webcomics, I’ve spent an inordinate amount of time today hunched over my drawing desk.  I’m slowly eking out another arc, but…

…I keep getting distracted by things that aren’t what I’m supposed to be drawing.

Like Zombie Cyborgs from the 35th Century.  And before you ask, yes, I’ve been reading far too much of Mike Mignola’s Hellboy for my own good lately.  Though I might be postponing my post-apocalyptic zomborg fest, it has been inspiring me to think of shorter stories to tell.  Fun fun fun!

It is perhaps one of worst curses imaginable…  while I would not exactly describe myself as an “early riser” I am certainly capable and called upon to do so.  Unfortunately, the rest of my family appears to be stalwart night owls and most definitely NOT morning people.

Yes, I’m looking at YOU, Little Dude.

Anyway, here’s some coloring I ended up playing around with the other day, with some inspiration and direction from kiddo.

Yay me.

The Little Man hasn’t cared much for talking to that Infamous Elf of the Northern Wastes the last couple years, but apparently the school system made it clear that if you talk to the Rotund One, presents appear.

The funny thing being, this photo was taken on the Little Dude’s second visit.  The first time he saw this exact same Santa, he told The Wife and I in no uncertain terms “That’s not Santa.”  Perhaps Mr. Fluffy (depicted) or his mercenary heart convinced him otherwise.