Thursday, December 31, 2009

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

it's all about the leatha

I hardly ever draw girls, so here's a drawing of Xena Warrior Princess to balance it out. I used to like this show a lot.

I did a Command+F for the word "break" on the Xena wikipedia episode summary page, because I was looking for the episode where Xena gets put on a cross and has her legs broken. I couldn't find it but the word "break" comes up about a million times in 1 of 2 incarnations: "break the curse" or "break out of jail." That's how you know it's a good show.

Anyway, what am I even remembering with this leg breaking thing? Is it a backstory? When I googled "Xena on the cross" all I got was a lot of fanfiction and women's studies essays. That is also how you know it's a good show.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Christmas spirit.

My family and I celebrate Christmas, but it's the secular American Christmas built around Santa, trees, lights, cookies and capitalism. Little babies in mangers have never really been a big part of our festivities, but with all the stress of the holiday season, I've been getting some mileage outta my personal favorite expletive.

Stress aside, any holiday that makes the world look like a lite brite is OK by me.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

This weeks hallway show is Mel Gibson. Road Warriors is the only movie he was in that I like or care about.

Make a Mel, tape it up.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

I was searching for reference pictures for this weeks hallway show, and instead of typing in Jason Alexander for some reason I typed in Lloyd Alexander by mistake, a guy who wrote some fantasy books I read in middle school.

He looks like this

which btw is exactly what I want my future husband to look like.

The problem with growing up on Fantasy and Science Fiction (and if it was published before 2000 and involved some sort of fantastical quest, magic, outer space, dystopian society, or all of the above, I've probably read it, bottom line) is that I feel like a huge failure if I'm not having some sort of crazy adventure. I can't get a real job, or have a home, or fall in love, until I've done all the first parts of the story, which is having a quest and nearly dying 50 times. I'm on the brink, and ready to have an adventure, and it's time, and all I need is a little cash, but what if I'm just being a crazy person and I should use the resources I have here instead of going gallivanting off into parts unknown?

Here's a drawing I did at work, to prove that I still can do things like this/"SHOW 'EM." I had to scan it a bunch of times because it's big. It's of this pretty cool wooden sculpture on the 2nd floor Promenade. From the front he looks like a ghoul but that drawing spot was taken already.

I made it in about 2 hours in between talking to this super annoying kid who was listening to Christian hardcore way too loud and singing along and wanted to show me his portfolio/draw me AND talking to this super awesome 79 year old man who in 2004/2005 WALKED ("I went through 6 pairs of shoes!") from LA to New York. He told me that and I 100% totally believe him. His name was Leonard and I talked to him for a while and he kept making me laugh and WE REALLY CONNECTED OK.

This post has way too much of me crushing on old guys. SICK. I'm not usually into that.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

I feel ya buddy.

This week's hallway show is Steve Buscemi.

Make a Steve, tape it up.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

My mother brought home these typing gloves for me today; our house is freezing because heat doesn't grow on trees. Unfortunately they just isolate my exposed fingertips and make them feel even colder. Not helpful. They're easier to type in than my usual winter solution though, which is regular gloves and a lot of mashed keyboard typos.


Tuesday, December 1, 2009


Here's a fact about me: I really love text messages. I think they are the sonnets of the digital age. I've had this phone for about 3 years, the inbox holds 100 messages, and it is always full. Every once and a while I go through and weed some out to make room for new ones, until I had 3 years worth of only the GEMS, from a few really great people I know. The other day I was trying to delete my drafts box, and instead I deleted my entire carefully compiled inbox.

Maybe because I was already in the pit but I am REALLY :( about it.