My house burnt down! This is time for a new shiny fresh start, getting into the habit of doing crazy things like, oh, I don’t know, updating the dang internet with my drawings or something. Oh yeah.
we're not cheeeeeeeeeeap
My boyfriend and I share meals in restaurants and are exceptionally fashionable. Sometimes this annoys waitresses.
i don't even remember what this was about
Oh, remember when I used to by cynical and self depreciating? Oh, the heady days! I am no longer ever, ever sad, I only love sunshine and therefore have no pity left for the human race. I ran out!
I don’t even know what I’m talking about. It’s very early in the morning. I have zillions of backlogged drawings, some scanned, some not, none edited but these precious 2, some you’ve seen before but not since they’ve been GLORIOUSLY MODIFIED BY GRATUITOUS WATER DAMAGE, and I am excited to show those off. This painting was co-authored by The Wrath of God!
Oh, so many pictures drawn and not scanned. I have three or four several-page comics I need to edit for web. I am still working through things I did three or four months ago. Have patience with me: my scanner is already in its box, ready to be shipped to my future home, where hopefully I will fall on better habits in the scanning/sharing arena again.
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I drew all these before Christmas. I retired the sketchbook without going through and scanning the dregs, such bad habits I’m forming! These are all whiney, and I guess tangentially relevant to my life at the time. I’m trying to get back into drawing pictures for the deeply un-hip purpose of self-expression (pretentious ass!), which I feel was sort of beaten out of me in school, mostly by me. No one wants to have your squishy feelings forced upon them in a critique setting, plus there’s not a lot of time left for that sort of self indulgent crap when there are movie reviews to illustrate! (But posting them on the internet is totally cool because everybody knows real potentially embarrassed people do not read the internet.) Drawing pictures is for making money, if all you want to do is talk about yourself maybe you should have gone into fine art, genius! Or therapy. Therapy is totally hip this season!
Oh, you could have kept it on your sleeve and we could just make fun of you as we would your average everyday bleeding heart. But under these circumstances, mostly you’re just an Ineffectual Slut. (Also hip this season!)
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I was practicing drawing myself in preparation for hourly comic day. These turned out pretty good & very quick, but my hourly comic did not, in my humble opinion. Oh, well.
I am so bad about updating this thing, lately! I appear to have lost whatever it was in me that shackles me to the computer. Oh, oh, I’ll get back into it because I am going to ANIMATE again. Awesome! More under the cut, beware of NUDITY & ANGSTY. (Right, because this is a new direction for my work. Ah.)
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venn diagram poetry?! The Anti-Pretentious Canadian Cocksucker Coalition (APCCC) is going to take all my pens away. (They are in cahoots with the League For Abused Fonts, who’ve been on my case for years, just waiting for me to get sloppy.) The main point of this - which got buried – is that the good when I’m with you is significantly bigger than when I’m not. As it stands you can only extrapolate this from the absence of bad. Unless you’re as pretentious a twat as myself, and consider being boring
more wicked a sin than being naughty.
This is sort of off topic, but I looked up the wiki page to check the spelling of “venn”, which is just a disability I need to work around. If you check it out and scroll down, there’s some really beautiful diagrams down there. I dream of the day when my brain is smart enough to need to illustrate concepts that would require the use of this:
Just thought I would share. Also thought I’d mention that I went through a “flow charts as poetry” phase you all missed. Only one was any good but it was a bit of a downer, so it didn’t seem socially or morally responsible to share and spread the infection. You know me: I am all about the sunshine and the butterflies.
And after the cut: Some houses I would like to live in. Now in addition to an architect I’ll need and engineer AND a botanist. As if life weren’t expensive enough already, what with me dropping a hundred bucks on underwear every time I loose weight. Do you understand how many safety pins I’ve murdered, pulling off skirts I’ve pinned shut and forgetting about how my sheer strength will mangle their little bodies? If only I could build myself a house out of safety pin corpses and shredded fabric, I would be set in this life.
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feeling: 
weird
listening: belle and sebastian - piazza new york catcher
This post is very quantity > quality, so I have stacked the remaining two deep for your viewing pleasure.
if you can see this break, you need to click on it to see the rest of the survival kit.
feeling: 
accomplished
listening: blonde redhead on corys ipod
My roommate and I often go to the coffee shop up the street and draw over coffee: one day she swore to god there was an internet meme I’ve never heard of encouraging you to draw yourself at 80. I actually did the second one, first, which everyone insists is actually dressed a lot more slutty than I even dress now. (I would never wear a skirt that hemmed about the knee!) But then I remembered that I’ll most likely be crazy and homeless and unable to afford luxuries like canes at 80, and that’s how I got that sweet paper bag as a hat.
various ink drawings stuck together for your convenience
feeling: 
anxious
listening: the mars volta
I managed to import a mirror of the blog, but it lost the image contents of the posts, and lost the comicpress part completely. I’ve reuploaded that past page or so worth of images. I am not sure if it is worth it to upload the entire history or just make a gallery of the decent images. Most of my completed illustrations are at my portfolio site anyway, all that’s lost here is an awful lot of doodely trash.
Speaking of doodly trash: today is a day for moleskine drawings!
Sometimes I worry that God will smite me for all the mean jokes I am always making about Him. Then I remember that He doesn’t exist, and I feel much better! Until I remember about the Thing I Found Behind the Sofa And What It Might Mean. I think it might have been somebodies lunch, once.
Family problems.
feeling: anxious
listening: better than ezra
chicken fishes swimming in the greasy ocean of me. Just another one of those things that seem like a good idea until you’re actually doing it.
+1 moleskine drawing
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