Thursday, July 28, 2011
Had to whip up a few examples of promotional art for the ol' jobbity job. This one was my fave. Used a couple of references I found hither and thither on the internet.
Ahhh, how exciting teenage sexual escapades must have been for SOME people. I, however, spent my formative years drawing Sailor Moons. Take THAT, adolescence!
Friday, July 22, 2011
So apparently there's this website that does interviews? Of like, artsy folk? I don't really know who they are, or what they do, or why they thought I should be allowed to talk to people but they interviewed me so here it is:
Maybe you'll LEARN something. For instance that I am, in fact, a lady. Which has apparently not been clear to friends of friends who've visited my blog. I just dress/act/look a little ANDROGYNOUS okay? Sheesh.
THE LAST MOVIE, GUYS. I drew this as sort of a sending off, I suppose. Now I'm gonna have to find something NEW to immerse myself in....like....like maybe real life?
For reals though, here's a conversation between me and my bestie: Sarah P. She's big into HP fandom so I blame this whole thing on her.
me: Snarry Twat'er
and the Order of the Penis
Name of your slash fic OPUS
Sarah: thing of it is
i dont even ship it till harry's like, 35
and all bitter
me: well that's...
Sarah: and snape's been like
me: if it's not statutory rape i'm not on board
Sarah: wellokay then you should read this fic i read last night
wherein snape ACTUALLY DOES get slowly turned into a vampire
and harry forces him to drink his fresh, nubile blood
during school hours
You're welcome, world, for THAT.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
I was born/raised/interned in the greater DC area, and then moved to LA last year for work. I gotta say, you west coast kids STILL seem like a bunch of hippie slackers to me! And there's a part of me that misses the good ol' uptight coast <3
Now pardon me while I mosey past our local dispensary to the beach.
Monday, July 4, 2011
The Hornet's Nest? Or her brother in the face? A scene from the third book in the Blomquist/Salander chronicles. Lisbeth and her crazy-boots brother throw down in a warehouse. Good times!