Here is the illustration I did for my work for their Valentines Day promotion. Minus the text. I don't know why I hate showing text so much. I spose I feel it ruins the rawness of my art. Hahaha. I've really gotten into this digital colouring thing as much as I've tried not to.
Here are some old favourites to bring in 2009 with. Close your eyes (or leave them open) and let the beauty wash over your fucking soul.
And last but not least; my idol, my love, the whole reason i wanted red hair as a youth, my ultimate celebrity crush:
You know you love me for these things I do to you. Now take your hand out of your pants and go find someone to kiss before it's midnight.
My brother making us breakfast My dog being stuck in the snow Me, my dog and my Christmas cocktail My dad with half the present I gave him Me with the present my wonderful sister gave me My brother outfitted courtesy of Ainslie and Santa My cute as a button Mum Ainslie with part of the present I gave her - keeping the Xena tradition alive The Urkel shirt I got my brother For the record, my dad has had that Olive Garden santa hat since 1994 My sister is the cutest My mum and brother playing Rock Band #whatever in his room. Yes, if you're wondering that IS a giant healing salt crystal. Looks like my mum is planting spirituality around the house again.
I have no New Years resolutions this year. I'm not fat, I don't smoke and I don't need to get laid. I have a feeling 2009 is gonna blow the last decade out of the water.
I was looking into taking an evening writing course at U of T, so I can corporealize (not a word, should be) this amazing graphic novel masterpiece I keep dreaming about. Alas, they are quite costly. So I was feeling kinda sad, as poor people do, when they become aware that yes, they are poor. AND THEN! I found the most amazing book on writing! I will post more on this at a later date, once I am finished reading it, re-reading it and applying it. I haven't felt so hungry for something in so long.
If you are a fan of Stephen King you should check this out, if you haven't already. It's kind of interesting, simply for the fact that it might be where online comics are headed.
I've also transcended from "sort of nerd" to "total fucking nerd", and finished all 26 episodes of GANTZ. Yep. The one thing I always swore would never happen, has happened. I watched anime, and liked it... maybe even loved it. I guess it was bound to happen eventually, seeing as how I'm a huge pervert, and I love gory death scenes. Here's the main character Kei Kurono and Big Tits with her head being vivisected by a teleportation beam. There are also some new, hot, revealing SMG photos on the net. I love her and always will. I wish she was back on TV. No, fuck it, I wish there was an eighth season of Buffy is what I wish.
God... Why does anyone read this blog? I'm totally turning into a 13 year old boy.
Dick Slide: I love it when you make new friends with someone and then fall in friend-love, like it was meant to friend-be. This is what has happened with the beautiful Marina: There may be no meat in this meal, but something sure got massacred: Sensuality has an icon:
Here is the paper Christmas tree decorating my apartment: Wild, festive nights on the mean streets of Little Portugal: No clue who this guy is, but his dance moves were too hot to be captured by my measly camera. I give you "The Wiggly Turd" (aka "The Dangler And It's Windy") or maybe "The Bisexual Worm": Eternity. Nothingness. Death: In closing, here is another reason why I love Marina. We are both infinitely immature, and fucking enjoy it. Edward Cullen Teen Chat Room Screen Caps:
Oh! And I found this website off... well, another website. She does beautiful typographic art. Definitely worth checking out.
I keep having dreams about underground malls. I wonder what it means.
I totally saw a guy wearing orange Mod-Robes the other day. I almost lost it, waiting for him to leave my work, so I could call someone. It made my fucking year. Are they still making that shit? Jesus. Who the fuck would spend their money that way?
I also went to see Twilight with Ainslie. Wow. So it basically fulfilled every red-faced fantasy I've had since I was like 11. Every time I read a Christopher Pike/Dean Koontz/R.L. Stine/Anne Rice/(dare I also include V.C. Andrews?) book, that was the guy I was picturing. Every time. And yeah it was TERRIBLE, but your damn straight I've already streamed it since, just for that kissing scene. My favourite part wasn't the intense eye close-ups, or the misty forest flashbacks, or the fucking last 5 seconds (what in cheesy teen hell was that?), it was the overheard commentary made by hundreds of 14 year old girls and their gay-dates: "Oh my god! Sooooo awkward!" And yes, I also read about 60 pages of it, however after about the 80th time reading the words "grinned" and "grimaced", I decided the only thing that was keeping me going, was the anticipation of reliving the kissing scene via written word, and decided to cut myself off. God just watch this. It haunts my every waking moment.
Tell me that shit didn't just give you a big wet one. To be a teenager again. Bite me! Bite me!
So my sister works at Wolfram & Hart, pretty much.
I have had the fortune of receiving some lovely gifts lately! And it ain't even Christmas. Here are some of them. Yeah that's right. Some.
I'm so excited. I've never been to the antique market, and I'm totally going to buy old comics tomorrow. It will be amazing. Snow or Sun.
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