I tore a sock from dancing alone in my room.
nothing to report, so here's a few pictures of Dracula.
another real Internet conversation
Whenever I talk to strangers online, I've taken to imagining them as super-villains. It tends to make ordinary conversations seem more interesting.
i have neglected my blogging duties
dumber by the minute
This project just keeps dragging on and sapping my energy, so that the more I work the less I get done. My mom told me this morning that I look like a ghost.
so tired...
Drew Molly from a photo that was on the fridge... as usual, it looks nothing like her or the photo.
almost finished...
This is me waiting for Painter IX to render its layers, which it did for about five seconds following every single brushstroke until I figured out to just hide the ones that I'm not actively using.
I just painted for about 20 hours straight minus meals.
...and I'm still not done.
deep inside each of us, there's an OCD patient waiting to come out.
based on an actual Internet conversation
names and faces have been changed to protect the innocent.
now where could that darn national guard be?
I know I had them in 2003, but what did I do with them!
damn you, disease-ridden hospital-squirrels...
damn you, subconscious...
no new drawing due to booze.
Yes, I made the mistake of trying to do tonight's post on notecards at the bar, then proceeded to get drunk and give them all to the DJ. Frank, if you still have those, maybe I could just scan them and give them back? For continuity's sake.
By way of a placeholder, here's an old drawing which some of you may not have seen before.
Yep, that's a Boy and his Blob.
By way of a placeholder, here's an old drawing which some of you may not have seen before.
Yep, that's a Boy and his Blob.