new school old school

i learned in trivia this week that spaghetti westerns were made by italians?

a bittersweet dream
you and i walked then we laughed
i wake up, real eyes

this little fella is all tuckered out after playing WOW all night in a tree.
drawing requested by lunar

what good is harry
potter if he ain’t got no
wand? he gator good?

some say you should only write blogs when you have worthwhile something to say. i suppose i agree with that.

some say you should always kinda aim for the middle ground when you try to create some sort of serialized art, so when you create something that really rocks, you really get to shine. not sure if i agree with that, although i think about it a lot. haven’t written too many haikus / drawn too many drawings that i’ve felt like sharing recently.. but this one was fun to draw. we were discussing who would win a fight.

there has never been a more appropriate time in my life to write a tribute to en vogue. yous gals rock. hope all is well kthxbai

it was probably close to a month ago now that i randomly met a published writer at one of my favorite coffeeshops in town. i was writing in a notebook (read: diary) outside, before it was six thousand degrees outside. went inside once it started hitting the one thousand degrees mark.

the guy said “excuse me, are you a writer?” . he had seen me writing outside.
i basically said in so many words, “uhhhhh no not really but ok maybe yea kinda”

i mentioned how i write really just for fun and hobby-like, and that i enjoy writing and publishing crappy 3 panel comic strips too. we started talking about writing.

he said he tells aspiring writers this advice: get as much psychotherapy as you possibly can, then go outside and smash your head against the curb a few times, and if you still want to write, then you should.

honestly, this made writing sound even more appealing to me. i’ve been getting better at getting in the habit of taking time to write every day, and it’s been a bit too much fun posting daily drawings over the past two weeks.

in conclusion, a very sincere and heartfelt thank you to anyone and everyone who reads this thing, and for the encouraging comments too. heal the world

joy of finding joy
in something like bowling or
writing bad poems

quick! before it is…
too late. i invented a
word for a lap dog

here’s an exercise:
make a list of ev-rything
you are thankful for

like seriously.
can music be any more
inappropriate.

i’ve been bloggin up a storm today. whats up with that. i guess i’ve been wanting to post these daily cartoons i’ve been doing each day. i put myself to the test last week by seeing if i could draw a tiny little drawing each day. lo and be hold i met the challenge last week and accept it for the current week at hand.

so i’ve been playing what the father tomato told his son tomato while they were walking: ketchup. and trying to post now what i didn’t post over the week. which also brings me to say, happy father’s day to all the baby daddies in the world. especially mine.

this is a portrait i did of a character called jason from american elf.

maybe i should not
have responded right away
but oh well i did

today on my bike
got stopped by cops because i
looked like a suspect.

a sketch i did of a girl who was eating her breakfast this past saturday. i would assume she did not know i was drawing her. i’ve been thinking a lot about the notions of “walls”. not physical walls as much as the walls we put up. or that i put up. what we’re allowed to share and what we’re not allowed to share. here i am posting on the internet and it’s fascinating to me to think about what is “okay” to post and what is not “okay” to post. is this ok to post? maybe someone will find it and yell at me via comments. like “yo take down that drawing of me that no one knows is me”. some dude at the restaurant i was drawing at was wearing a fraternity shirt for “hoots and halos”. the “hoots” looked like it was maybe for an owl, but kinda weird for a school with methodist in the name, i thought.

above is the cup i drank coffee from, and i am jack’s wasted moments in which he should be catching up on the sleeps.