Excuse Me While I Kiss This Guy
I saw the stormy sky and felt like doodling today, and doodle I did. This doodle. Nothing more, nothing less. Naturally, the doodle involved an alien and an alien sky, and as often as I draw this little scene, I still have no name for this guy. A screenwriter I know is in the midst of writing a romantic comedy sci-fi thriller, where the aliens look like us on the day the earth stood still, but when Mr. Sandman delivers…