Last weekend my nephew got it into his head that he wanted to start a web site about Star Wars for him and his friends. Basically, all he wants is a site where he can post Star Wars games, videos, photos, and information. Not only did I volunteer to help him set it up, but I also agreed to draw him a header that featured his cartoon double fighting his favorite Star Wars character, General Grievous.I was actually looking forward to drawing the header, but then I had a flashback to the time that I drew Chandler a bunch of Pokemon pictures to frame and hang in his bedroom. Every picture got his approval but one--Pikachu. It seems that I made Pikachu a centimeter too narrow and a centimeter too long. A centimeter. That's it. The way he acted, you would have thought I had committed the eighth deadly sin, killed his dogs, or did something equally as villanous.
I offered to redraw Pikachu, but he just sighed dramatically and said that he would live with it. I know if I make General Grievous' proportions just a centimeter off, like I did with the cheery, yellow Pokemon, he'll never let me hear the end of it. That's why a week has gone by, and I haven't even opened my sketch book or Corel Painter.
Chandler gets off of school at 3 p.m. I bet he's already pulling the whip out of his backpack as we speak so he can crack me with it over the phone the minute he gets home.
