Introducing “Squibbles”!

So I’ve never been much of an artist in the way of pictures. I can doodle and for a while I was semi-decent at Anime-style people… but I have no illusions that this is something I could/would do long term. Mainly because anything that was a semi-decent drawing usually took HOURS to do.

However, I’m a total sucker for doodles and scribbles and what nots, regardless of my lack of drawing talent or photoshop skillz (Yes, with a Z).

So thus I present to you a new segmet in this blog: Squibbles!

Derived from the word Squib (It should be noted I’m pretty much drawing from ALL definitions of this word)

squib

(skwb)

n.
1.
a. A small firecracker.
b. A broken firecracker that burns but does not explode.

2.
a. A brief satirical or witty writing or speech, such as a lampoon.
b. A short, sometimes humorous piece in a newspaper or magazine, usually used as a filler.


v. squibbed, squib·bing, squibs
v.intr.
To write or utter squibs.

v.tr.

1. To write or utter squibs against; lampoon.
2. Football To kick (the ball) low on a kickoff so that it bounces along the ground.

and of course the word scribble.

scrib·ble

(skrbl)
v.scrib·bled, scrib·bling, scrib·bles
v.tr.
1. To write hurriedly without heed to legibility or style.
2. To cover with scribbles, doodles, or meaningless marks.

v.intr.
To write or draw in a hurried careless way.

n.
1. Careless hurried writing.
2. Meaningless marks and lines.

What brought this up? Well during my ‘clean before the move’ phase, I stumbled across some of my old sketchbooks and drawings… and they made me giggle. So I thought I’d share some with you over time. Some are silly, some are honest attempts at decent art but were created in a fit of boredom, some are barely legible.

So here we go, our first ‘Squibble’.
To make a little extra cash during the summer between semesters in college, I sold my free time to Starbucks and became a barista. I feel like everyone should, at some point, work this kind of job. Something that makes you smell like some kind of food product at the end of the day–the kind of smell that gets in your skin hair and requires an actual full blown half-hour shower in boiling water to get out. The kind of job where every other customer treats you like you’re sub human.

Why? So the next time you see some poor bastard behind the counter, you will sympathize and WON’T treat them like they’re sub human.

I’m getting off track. Anyway, we had these little badges with our name on them so that we could identify who was at what register. There was velcro on the back and what not and most people didn’t even bother to do more than write on their badge with a black sharpie. But, being the Queen of Customization that I am, I had to do something a little different.

So there you have it. A little squibble of Kiri as the Mad Hatter, pouring some (no doubt) epically tasting tea.