The Daily Doodles

“Watching TV”

Watching you while you sleep, letting you bask in its glow
Filling your dreams with the fuel that you need to help you grow
The TV’s warm light shall protect you till dawn,
Occupying your mind, until that morning’s first yawn.

It’s the only one that’s been there, when you are alone
You’d have nothing and nobody to love if your favourite shows weren’t shown.
It’s watchful eye stares back at you, making sure that you’re alright
So that your TV can be sure, that you’ll come back the next night.

(Thank you to The Amazing Fatma, for giffing this for me!)

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“The Near Death Experience”

The familiar feeling of a fistful of pills festering in her stomach dissipates away to a strange airy lightness as she feels her body float up from her bed.

Did it work?  Is it all over?

…It had to be enough this time.

She feels herself float up and up for what seems like ages, the void of blackness finally giving way to the gentle twinkling of stars above her.  She looks down, and while she can still see her bed below, she also notices that she’s wearing her favourite dress from when she was 8… she hasn’t seen that dress in decades, not since the garage sale before the second move.

And the shoes!  The shoes she wanted for Christmas and never got!  The ruby red ballerina shoes, oh she wanted them so bad…!  It seems like such a small thing to dream about now, but back then…

She wishes she could want something like that again, just once more.

Expecting the soothing golden light to welcome her to the afterlife, or at least some relatives she is meant to have loved greeting her, she waits nervously for something to happen…

The gentle twinkling of the stars above starts to slightly unnerve her, as their twinkling begins to feel… oppressive somehow.  Ominous.  Even though she is seemingly floating in place, she can feel the stars coming closer, somehow mocking her…

Each sparkle of the stars blasts within her head now, ricocheting around her brain, and she can feel the presence of fully formed thoughts planted directly in her mind.  They weren’t said with words or sentences, but simply concepts, ideas that she can’t quite articulate out loud…

But she knows now, that this is all a joke.  Everything.

Everything she ever knew, loved, or cared about, is all a joke.  None of it is real.  And the fact that we think it is real, she realizes, makes it all the funnier.  It’s a massive prank pulled on all of humankind.

And none of it matters.  Life, death… nothing.

But the punchline, she knows, is that she hilariously feels like she wants to live now… despite being in on the joke.  She can’t explain why, but she can feel that want inside of her… even if only distantly.

Suddenly, she’s lurched back into her body as she finds herself violently throwing up the mix of half-digested tablets and capsules, along with the still-cold ice water she had washed the pills down with.  Only a few moments must have passed, she thinks to herself, as she slumps into a wretched pile on her bathroom floor.

In stark contrast to her other attempts, this time she keeps it secret.  She doesn’t want the forced sympathy it brings.

And while she can sense the heavens mocking her inside her mind’s eye for the rest of her life, it’s fine… she knows they’re just as big of a joke as she is.

(Giffed by the amazingly talented and beautiful Fatma!)

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“A Different Life”

The whirring of the ceiling fan blends into a silent soothing hum, as Kyle feels himself get lost in the hypnotic blades circling endlessly above.

The cool gentle air brushes his arms and face, but it doesn’t feel real… as if he’s not meant to be here, right now, in this life.  An empty sensation creeps over him, one he has felt in the quiet moments of night, and he senses what could only be his soul hovering above his shell of a body.

Could he have had a different life?  One without a job, three kids, and an understanding wife?  To think of his life now, it doesn’t feel like his own… like he’s just a passenger on a train following tracks laid down long before he got here.  He can’t even quite articulate completely what is tingling in the back of his brain, but it’s there.

He can see himself on an airplane, flying somewhere, anywhere, alone… but that doesn’t quite feel real either.  It’s just another “this”.

And maybe that version of him on that airplane feels the same.  Nothing changes. 

Reality sucks back into his consciousness, as he hears his wife and kids playing in the hallway, their existence reminding him that he forgot to go to the grocery store for eggs and cereal.

Posted 1/25/2013

(Gif’d by the Spectacular Fatma of fatmalovestodraw.tumblr.com!)

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Anonymous asked: hi:3 i really like your blog, i was wondering if all the illutrations were yoursO: because i really love them♥ and i also whant to ask, how do you do them? i mean, do you do draw them or yoy use a type of program etc... kisses♥

Hey there, thank you! :-)

EVERYTHING on my site is done by me, yup!  All of the illustrations and writing and whatnot… the one part I ask friends for help with is with the gifs, because they’re much gooder at computery things and I don’t even own Photoshop.  SO, I tell them what I want, and they do it better than I even hoped because they’re geniuses :-)  Fatma, Kyle, and Chiara are the great artists and bestest friends who’ve helped me with my giffing.

Other than that, everything is done by me. :-)

And in answer to your other question, everything is done by hand!  I use mostly Crayola coloured pencils now, with some bits here and there done with dollar store markers and highlighters (I used to use markers more often, but I really didn’t like how it was looking). 

Here’s my basic process: I pencil my drawing with a regular ol’ mechanical pencil, then I ink it with some Micron pens (I am not that particular with which inking pen I use, though I know some have their favourites… I use whatever I got).  After it’s inked, I colour everything by hand with the coloured pencils and markers, and then sometimes I will re-ink a few touches because the coloured pencil can dull the sharpness of the linework.

I think I am pretty consistent with my method now, though it took a while to learn how to draw (long time readers can remember how bad my first 200 drawings or so were), and especially how to colour.  I’ve messed up on almost every drawing.

After the drawing is all coloured and I am happy with it, I load it up onto my laptop, open up Picmonkey.com and then round the corners of the picture :-)  I know it’s not an essential part of them, but I like it. 

I think I am trying to make it like a childhood photo, or at least my childhood, and I think this old picture of me as a kid kinda influences it—

I liked the warm glow of it, and the rounded corners, and I guess I went for “that look” without even realizing.

After the corners are rounded, I then post the drawing and the story together (usually the story, or at least the idea for the story, comes before the drawing… but not always.  And often, however the drawing turned out influences what the story is).

And then I hope they do well! :’-o  Because I am not cool and I care if something does poorly.

Thank you for the question, and for making it about something that is handy to answer publicly :-)

MY APOLOGIES FOR THE SLOWDOWN OF DAILY DOODLES THIS PAST WEEK, I am working on something for my site’s 2 Year Anniversary, and plan to post it Monday! 

Kisses to you Admiral Anon!  I love you.

And I’ll thank you again on the official “2 Year Anniversary Post” post, but thank you everyone who reads these things and has helped support me creatively over the last 2 years as I tried to make these into something that I can do sumthin’ with.  It really means a lot to me, and creating this site is one of the best things I’ve ever done.

Love,
—David Michael Chandler

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“The Descent into Space”

Cordelia Gable tries to silence the incessant, useless beeping of her ship’s controls, but the piercing electronic BLEEOOP, BLEEEEEOOOP continues.

She already knows that there’s an emergency, she doesn’t need the God damned warning sirens going off to remind her.  She feels like she’s being driven mad by the distraction… all of the stupid flashing lights and noises.  Pointless.

With the fuel leak, there isn’t much time for a decision to be made— stay connected to the main vessel and risk igniting the minerals she’s towing back from the asteroid belt and ride the remaining inertia (hopefully) back to Earth, OR… disconnect and save the precious cargo but sentence herself to a sure, solitary death floating in space.

Cordelia had already decided years ago what she’d do in this sort of situation… if she ruins the cargo, she’ll not only face heavy fines, but she’ll lose her career, her certification, possibly even jail time… even if she is rescued, it’s pointless.  Her life is over.

So she presses the purge button, and feels the pressure change suck the air out of her ears as her cockpit unlocks itself from the vessel and ejects backwards, descending into open space.

At least the God damned beeping will stop.  Dying will be worth it just for that.

Unfortunately, the endless flashing and beeping continues, as she she drifts off into the black emptiness of the Milky Way.

Posted 11/17/2012

(Starring the amazing Cordelia Gable of cordeliagablewrites.tumblr.com!)
(And a special thank you to Fatma for giffing this for me!)

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“Watching TV”

Watching you while you sleep, letting you bask in its glow
Filling your dreams with the fuel that you need to help you grow
The TV’s warm light shall protect you till dawn,
Occupying your mind, until that morning’s first yawn.

It’s the only one that’s been there, when you are alone
You’d have nothing and nobody to love if your favourite shows weren’t shown.
It’s watchful eye stares back at you, making sure that you’re alright
So that your TV can be sure, that you’ll come back the next night.

Posted 11/13/2012

(Thank you to The Amazing Fatma, for giffing this for me!)

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“The Near Death Experience”

The familiar feeling of a fistful of pills festering in her stomach dissipates away to a strange airy lightness as she feels her body float up from her bed.

Did it work?  Is it all over?

…It had to be enough this time.

She feels herself float up and up for what seems like ages, the void of blackness finally giving way to the gentle twinkling of stars above her.  She looks down, and while she can still see her bed below, she also notices that she’s wearing her favourite dress from when she was 8… she hasn’t seen that dress in decades, not since the garage sale before the second move.

And the shoes!  The shoes she wanted for Christmas and never got!  The ruby red ballerina shoes, oh she wanted them so bad…!  It seems like such a small thing to dream about now, but back then…

She wishes she could want something like that again, just once more.

Expecting the soothing golden light to welcome her to the afterlife, or at least some relatives she is meant to have loved greeting her, she waits nervously for something to happen…

The gentle twinkling of the stars above starts to slightly unnerve her, as their twinkling begins to feel… oppressive somehow.  Ominous.  Even though she is seemingly floating in place, she can feel the stars coming closer, somehow mocking her…

Each sparkle of the stars blasts within her head now, ricocheting around her brain, and she can feel the presence of fully formed thoughts planted directly in her mind.  They weren’t said with words or sentences, but simply concepts, ideas that she can’t quite articulate out loud…

But she knows now, that this is all a joke.  Everything.

Everything she ever knew, loved, or cared about, is all a joke.  None of it is real.  And the fact that we think it is real, she realizes, makes it all the funnier.  It’s a massive prank pulled on all of humankind.

And none of it matters.  Life, death… nothing.

But the punchline, she knows, is that she hilariously feels like she wants to live now… despite being in on the joke.  She can’t explain why, but she can feel that want inside of her… even if only distantly.

Suddenly, she’s lurched back into her body as she finds herself violently throwing up the mix of half-digested tablets and capsules, along with the still-cold ice water she had washed the pills down with.  Only a few moments must have passed, she thinks to herself, as she slumps into a wretched pile on her bathroom floor.

In stark contrast to her other attempts, this time she keeps it secret.  She doesn’t want the forced sympathy it brings.
 
And while she can sense the heavens mocking her inside her mind’s eye for the rest of her life, it’s fine… she knows they’re just as big of a joke as she is.

Posted 10/27/2012

(Giffed by the amazingly talented and beautiful Fatma!)

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“To Dream to Be Alone”

Fatma leans over her birthday cake (a chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, chosen because it is Fatma’s mother’s favourite cake instead of Fatma’s preferred carrot cake), as her 7 siblings impatiently squawk for Fatma to blow out the candles so they can wolf down the dessert.

Her mind wanders as she ponders what to wish for, and the loud bustling of her family slowly fades away as an empty calmness creeps in…

What would it be like to be alone
No one bothering me on the phone
I’d make cheese sammiches 3 times a day
Then sit and eat carrots while I draw away
Finally living life being second to none
I wouldn’t have to care about anyone
No more worries, no more stress
No longer having to clean up another’s mess
I wish I could be, with no friends or family
Just exist by myself as I drink cups of tea…

A loud shriek pierces Fatma’s reverie as her younger brothers start slapping each other, snapping Fatma back to reality.

Fatma blows out her candle, and gets back to the birthday party her family wanted.

Posted 6/5/2012

(Happy Birthday to the wonderfully talented and amazing Fatma!  Check out her work on Fatma Loves to Draw and her brilliant Sketchbooking site.)

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