merry christmas, here are your dogs.

one that sparkles, one that glows

Dark Side of the Tangram

Do you guys like Tangram Puzzles? A couple of my friends brought me to this house where the occupant was a dude who was pretty much stuck in the Industrial Revolution except for the fact that he was way into LSD. He's the closest I've ever been to meeting a truly steam punk individual. Anyway, when we got to his house, he'd been spending the whole night in his kitchen solving tangram puzzles while his pissed off ex-girlfriend was packing all of her belongings to move out. To say the least, it was simultaneously the coolest and most awkward drug deal I've ever witnessed.

I just realized I wish I'd drawn Chtulu instead of that octopus.

gloo gong foo

works in progress...?

Tea Time

i finally got it, dudes.

joey pies

there is a business not too far from my house that sells peasant pies. and soup. i can't get peasant pies off my mind since the moment i took a first bite of one, and my goal for the summer is to slowly befriend the guy who works behind the counter and one day bring in a peasant pie with a stuffing i invented, and demand that he give me a job in the kitchen. i spent all day at work plotting different combinations with my phenomenal chef of a co-worker and we almost have a full menu!

my point is, if peasant pies won't hire me in due time, i'm starting my own business that will offer a greater variety of pies. and they'll ALL be vegan. and i'll name said business "pocket rockets."

let me know if you ever want to be a guinea pig for items on our menu. i know i do.

dolphinitis

the only thing better than a pile of dead dolphins is a pile of multicolored dead dolphins.

begin began begun

going to start posting new, current, old art. starting with something from the early days.

I used to paint shoes and backpacks and other such things for my friends, and I want to start doing this again. because it's fun.



my bed just sank into itself and made me realize that a nap seems like a good idea.

Public Speaking 101

This semester I'm taking Public Speaking, Speaking for the Orally Challenged, and while I am highly skilled in the art of giving dome, I come off as a complete moron every time I attempt to vocalize my thoughts. In writing (this blog apparently an exception), I could probably fool you into thinking I'm a professor of communications at U.C.L.A., but as soon as I open my mouth to tell you my name, I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. Right now I'm supposed to be preparing a speech that I'm scheduled to present tomorrow, and I know it's going to suck.

My problem is, whenever I talk to anyone, my vocabulary is decreased dramatically. Suddenly, I'll only know four descriptive words:
-Cool
-Awesome
-Stupid
-Gay

And every statement I make ends with "So, like, yeah."

I realized all of my relationships that have any depth are with people who are my friends on Instant Message. I don't want to blame the internet for people in my generation being so awkward in face-to-face social situations, but it's really the only thing I can think to suspect, along with the fact that we've allowed our social skills to diminish so significantly.