September 25, 2005
Illustration Friday: Fresh
My first Illo Friday! I did this Oooolllld school style, scissors and glue! I've gotta learn Photoshop for collage!
September 24, 2005
a traffic school story of woe and regret
Yeah so I had to spend 8 hours of my life at traffic school today. Which is bad. But, what is good, was there was PLENTY of time for doodling! Meet the cast of characters:
Aaahhh, what a day. Now I remember why I was a bit more productive with doodling and cartooning in college. ;)
The room was dark and people were kind of hard to see, but it killed some time.
September 18, 2005
September 16, 2005
Ethan and I are trying to work out everyday and eat better and all that fun stuff. So what does this mean? Last night I dreamt about donuts. Donuts. I dreamt we were in line at a cafe, hungry, and Ethan ordered some string cheese and a diet coke and I wanted a donut. But I knew I couldn't have it, because it would ruin my diet.
That is sad, people. I can't even eat donuts in my dreams.
The same dream had me driving all over LA looking for my lost sunglasses and asking my brother to paint some wall art for me which he then needed help on.
I think sometimes the reason I don't wake up very easily in the morning is because my dreams aren't very far from my living reality. Except my brother wouldn't paint wall art for me. That was sorta weird.
That is sad, people. I can't even eat donuts in my dreams.
The same dream had me driving all over LA looking for my lost sunglasses and asking my brother to paint some wall art for me which he then needed help on.
I think sometimes the reason I don't wake up very easily in the morning is because my dreams aren't very far from my living reality. Except my brother wouldn't paint wall art for me. That was sorta weird.
September 14, 2005
September 13, 2005
September 11, 2005
September 10, 2005
Girl heads
September 9, 2005
Here's the thing about Natasha
So here it is: she just doesn't make her own plans for the day.
Her plan is... "Where's Mommy? I must sit next to her."
"Mommy is getting up to go to the bathroom? I will follow."
"Oh, the kitchen! Maybe Mommy will get me a snack. No? Okay, then a part of my body must me touching a part of her body. Sit, Mom, I need a lap!"
And occasionally...
"Oh the fat cat is still lurking. I will attack her!"
And then Snooper's all...
"Come and GET me then, you smelly twit-bean!" (Writhing on the floor ensues.)
And then Natasha's all, "You're going down, Furball!"
And then there's running and meowing and barking and sliding into walls and crashes and things falling off of shelves and desks and tables.
And then Snooper stares at her half-full food bowl and stares at me like, "Feed me, biatch!" And I feed her and retreat to whatever I was doing and Natasha's all:
"Where's mommy? I must sit next to her."
Her plan is... "Where's Mommy? I must sit next to her."
"Mommy is getting up to go to the bathroom? I will follow."
"Oh, the kitchen! Maybe Mommy will get me a snack. No? Okay, then a part of my body must me touching a part of her body. Sit, Mom, I need a lap!"
And occasionally...
"Oh the fat cat is still lurking. I will attack her!"
And then Snooper's all...
"Come and GET me then, you smelly twit-bean!" (Writhing on the floor ensues.)
And then Natasha's all, "You're going down, Furball!"
And then there's running and meowing and barking and sliding into walls and crashes and things falling off of shelves and desks and tables.
And then Snooper stares at her half-full food bowl and stares at me like, "Feed me, biatch!" And I feed her and retreat to whatever I was doing and Natasha's all:
"Where's mommy? I must sit next to her."
September 7, 2005
old comics of mine
September 4, 2005
The inner workings of my brain
September 3, 2005
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