Tuesday, April 1, 2008

doodle me this...

Something horrible happened today. No, it wasn't the Hill staffer whose suit fit so poorly that I had to hold myself back not to run out, buy a needle and thread and literally tailor that sh*t on her person. And no, it wasn't the fact that I attended a full day of hearings, from which only about 20 minutes proved useful. The rest of the time, I doodled stuff like this:

Enchantingly creepy, no?

And no, it wasn't the very fact that I was on the Hill in the first place, although, that is pretty damn horrible.

Nope. The most horrible of horrible happenings to occur today was that one of my crafty coworkers discovered my blog. Zoinks!

And while I love the sick bitch whose deft Googling led her to my little cess pool of an e-hobby, I'm a bit worried now that as word gets out around the office about my online retardulousness, I may be forced to resign Spitzer style (except without the whole "hooker incident"). I mean, I have a reputation to uphold in my office, where I'm known for two things: Loving Norm Coleman and wearing tight pants.

Wait. On second thought, that's pretty much how I come off on the Web, as well. Hmm...come to think of it, what will probably lead to me getting fired is the fact that I just boasted about doodling all day when I probably should have been "listening" or "taking notes" or (*gasp!*) "doing my job." But damn! My doodles are just so tight!

My name in Cyrillic. Hyphenated. In a lopsided, art deco diamond. Yep.

And, of course, we have sad dog in a suit.


BAD said...

you tailored a nice suit for that dog! why is he so sad? maybe it is because you forgot to give him pants.

the law said...

i am always sad when i have to wear a suit. maybe i wouldn't be if i wasn't wearing pants.

Marissa said...


I had to flip the page before I could give him a pair of nice tapered slacks. But considering I'm stuck on the goddamn Hill again, I might be able to outfit him properly.

The law--

Once again, you're on to something there.

Anonymous said...

When discussing the reputation you have to uphold at work, don't forget the part about hating your job. Love, the e-stalker on the other side of the cube wall.

Anonymous said...

On the upside, if you get fired you can always get a job drawing a cartoon about a be-suited dog that lives in a diamond shaped marissa house battling the evils of green black multiplying octopus bubbles.

Marissa said...


You're right. I do hate my job! See you soon!


I like where you're going with this. I'm actually in the middle of "The Adventures of Kavalier & Klay," which talks lots about comic books, and I was thinking about how awesome a job that would be. And clearly, your idea is gold.