http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=grBA4clVjDw

*Not responsible for any injuries incurred while attempting to smash an empty can of Natural Ice over your forehead after watching this.

I just noticed that I have 120 submissions, and most of my stuff is raw pencils. So... that being said, I'm doing a purge to cull back most of my crappy / old / unfinished art and making room for the new stuff.

So in 5 days, a lot of this stuff will be gone, so if you want anything, save it now or forever hold your peace.

Unfortunately, with this last batch of requests, I can no longer take any more badge requests (and still finish these in time - somehow - for AC). Mind you, I personally won't be at AC this year (but I will be in school, thinking of all you beautiful, beautiful neon chartreuse kangaroos and Hot Topic huskies, gallivanting frivolously in the hotel lobby. And my badge, it will be in on the frivolity.)

You all like this? I'm probably going to do it again in the near future, or maybe do it for full on pictures. In any case, this has helped me out a lot in getting some practice down and try something a little different than normal. Thank you for everyone who requested.

I'll be posting a list of who's done and who's yet-to-be-done within the next day or so.

You guys are the best. Seriously.

Still doing 'em, guys, but there's only a few slots left. I'm at 11 right now (just haven't uploaded one) and I'd like to get started on the finalizing of these things, sooooo....

If you want one, hit me up. My AIM is right below here, btw. (It's MysfitGoat in case you're feeling lazy).

Thanks for the support guys! <3

EDIT:

I should clarify. If you want a badge, get your request in before June 1st and link me either via AIM or a PM on here with some references, be it text or art, or if you just want me to go crazy and make whatever, tell me!

I don't just do head shots, either. Tell me what you want, dammit! That being said, I want to draw a zebra. Any zebras out there?

Thanks. =D

...300 watches.
Get it?

Thanks, guys! There's more great stuff on the way - you motivate me and I really appreciate it.

The night started off normally. Online Mario Kart Wii - a game of racing, cunning resource management, a true dissertation in the failings of left-leaning economic theories. But this is a tale of vengeance had on a fellow most-deserving.

"Chubbs Dixx" was his name.

That fuck.

He even picked Donkey Kong. God-damn Donkey Kong, a phallocephalic gorilla to match his penis-shaped avatar. A shining example of what the online gaming community has wrought and will be offering to the world in seven, short, painfully short years, whenever he joins the workforce. That fiend. He dogged my every move, trailing me, that fucking simian. "Just keep it together," I winced at the screen, remote and nun-chuk raised like forks in an Ethiopian all-you-can-buffet. The gold number one, blazed yet upon the bottom corner of my window to this virtual lovefest of diesel engines and tortoise shells. "You're almost at the end."

I shook my remote - the mushroom rockets me into the air and I know that between the banana peels, those little vampire mushrooms lurk, biting and looking for their next victim to infect. Drastic measures were afoot. I would have to be sly if I were to take this, these next five seconds on the third lap, in this mushroom-infested valley of unrealized dreams of first place.

"Just a moment more." I dodge the first fanged beast, whizzing past his befuddled demonic, gasping maw. I narrowly dodge the yellow peel that I'd left there a lap earlier for my nemesis. I could feel it. Victory was at hand. I would be the champion. But then I heard that god-damned twitter as my motorcycle received the world's fastest green shell enema.

It was at this point that God extended His Divine Middle Finger to me, as I heard the deathnote gasp of the approaching flying blue shell. I look up only to experience what I'd just received from behind, up front, tenfold.

"Miyamoto, that god-damned communist," I McCarthy. "Always the one to defend the fat children from the older, more physically-able bodied and ready for football, this fiend, this enabler, has taken the one thing that is sanctimonious - the desire to be number one - from video games and defiled it with his unholy blue flying shells. Who's going to win the home team game? Who's going to fuck the prom queen?"

These coked-up little pariahs, that's who.

That's right. And maybe as in "beer." But I think you'll like it. I'd like to draw a badge for someone. No cost. Just to do it, I keep seeing a lot of artists doing badges, but dear god man, I must've missed the cool kids' train because I'VE YET TO MAKE ONE FOR ANYONE.

Any takers?

Contact me here or send me a note.

Help me help you help me. I need the practice.

EDIT: The new Weezer video is <3

I took up running about a month ago with some local friends of mine, and aside from the health benefits, I gotta say...

I love it.

Yeah, it hurts. It's kind of bitch at first because I don't want to go do it. But if I do it, I get this feeling of accomplishment that just overcomes any negative emotions I might be experiencing.

It's hard, but it's a worthy endeavor. To me, at least.

So yesterday, I took off, and about 3/4th the way through my trip, it hit me. By "it", I mean this sense of complete and utter one-ness with the world. Maybe even the Universe.

At this point, I'm drenched in sweat, and all I can hear are the birds around me. My breathing. The sound of my feet padding the trail with each bound. But the sound wasn't seperate from the smell of the grass. Or the colors of the sky. How the wind blowing across my sweat-drenched arms. The taste of the air; everything different, now suddenly, had become intrinsic, valid pieces of what was once my broken reality.

Everything was One. And for a brief stint of eternity, I was privileged to be a part of it.

I stopped moving; the world instead was now moving beneath me. It was such a beautiful feeling, I didn't want it to end, ever. Everything was in place, the way it had meant be, at that *exact* moment in time, the way it had been planned.

And just like that, when I finished, the world came rushing back to me, like an insecure lover, sobbing, wondering where I'd been, the sounds, the scents, the sights, everything, broken apart again, like individuals dispersing from a crowd.

Best dog ever?
Or couch devouring menace?

You decide!

So.... here's what I'm doing. Perhaps I'm being a bit presumptuous (I know I'm not the greatest or the most popular artist out there), but if you all like my art enough to want a print, all you need to do is save the picture and print it. And hey, feedback is cool, too.

That's right, I'm going to be uploading quality jpegs at a high dpi for anyone who wants a print. The only cost for you, dear reader, is CTRL + P and a decent rig to print it out from. The "F is for Fox" picture prints out nicely; all future pics will be done this way. For free. Because I love each and every one of you - well, most of you anyhow.

But don't save the file then take it to a copy center. They'll just look at you weird.

toot toot I figured I'd update my journal. So here it is.

SO EXCITING!

So, this is a joke. A really raunchy. A really REALLY joke, that usually goes well at a crowd of close friends. Just so you know, I take no responsibility if you tell this and get disowned / punched /dumped / slapped in the face with a rank salmon by your family and/or friends. Just for the sake of example, I'm going to use the name "Dan." ALSO YOUR FRIEND MUST BE MALE. (sorry ladies)

So here's what you do:

If you're with a close friend at a party, and the topic comes up from a third party, "Hey, how did you meet Dan?" you answer thusly:

"Well, that's a funny story. Dan and I met at a party one night."

**It should be noted that at this point, your friend may or may not try to interject here, but if he / she does, be civil, but take over and keep going. Most people will agree with you on this, especially if you've known them for a while**

"Anyhow, Dan thought it was getting kind of crowded inside, so he said we should go out back to get some air and continue on with our conversation. So we go out back, and it's a beautiful moonlit night, and he heard this strange noise coming from over the hill. So Dan looks at me and says 'you wanna check it out?' I said 'sure,' and we followed the sound until we reached a goat with its head stuck in a fence."

**your friend will be highly suspicious at this point, it is imperative that you do not let them interject; most of them will not, but again, keep civil, and keep going**

"So Dan turns to me and says 'we should help the lil' guy out. How 'bout it?'" I nod and follow him over the trapped goat. At this point, Dan drops his pants, strokes his cock a few times, lifts the goat's tail and starts fucking it in the ass as hard as he can. After about ten minutes of this, he pulls out, wipes off on the goat's rear, turns to me and says "you want some of this?" So I pulled down my pants, bent over, pushed my head through the fence and said "hell yeah!"

**this joke will undoubtedly get you killed. It is, however, a fucking riot when performed correctly**

I've been gone a while, but understand that:

1) I'm working TWO jobs right now,
2) I'm going to college part-time on a very tenuous basis (more on that in a bit), and
3)While I am still sketching and drawing, I don't have anything I feel that would be appropriate for this site, i.e., it's just practice art.

Regarding school - :ninjapuppy: will testify to the fact that I am a complete and utter spaz when it comes to my education. I am and am not a student at the same time with my current status (it's called "academic amnesty," which is collegiate for "bottom fucking rung") because six years ago, due to a combination of me being REALLY irresponsible and some not-so-great happenings in my family, I got perma-b@ from school (wow, I can honestly say I've used that phrase now). A word of advice to any of you guys in college - HAVING A DEGREE *WILL* MAKE A HUGE FUCKING DIFFERENCE IN YOUR LIFE.

Trust me on this.

Long story short, I spend the better half of 2006 jumping through hoops, meeting people, getting into scary advisory committee meetings with 30 people crammed in a tiny room and me in a suit (GAH...) and... they let me back in, on the condition that I can only take two courses per semester for one year, and anything lower than a "B" results in previous permab@ status.

My goal is to get into the animation program at this school - now, this is where things get a little odd. I know nothing in life is ever guaranteed, but just on a whim, I go to the open house for the animation program and meet up with the professors, most, if not all, of whom, have serious industry credentials backing them. I bring my portfolio with me, and as the night went along, managed to show it off to some of the current students and professors. Suffice to say, I got some really good feedback, but was told by one professor that I needed to apply now. Not next year. Now. Right now. Get your papers and apply. Do it.

I have a bad habit of looking a gift horse in the mouth; the universe opens a door and I just can't wait to slam it shut.

Next day, I go take a test, and see my advisor, and I tell him what happened the previous night. He looked at me squarely, then looked over my portfolio, then looked back at me. "She told you to apply. Why haven't you?"

The universe flings the door back open, knocking me in the face and landing me square on my ass. "Uh... uh.... uh..."

"Here, let me help you. Your GPA isn't that great, and I know you're on this academic amnesty thing, but let's see, last semester, straight A's, oooh, good for you, and you definitely have the talent, so I'll tell you what. Apply, have your stuff in by 5 pm on the 12th, and if I have to, I can pull some strings for you."

The universal door keeps smacking me in the face, in a brutal attempt to knock the stupid out of me.

So...

Today's the 12th. And I turned in my packet. I may or may not be accepted into this program, though at the very worst, I could apply next year. But I'm proud of myself because I actually did something this time as opposed to just sitting on thumbs like I used to in the past. And oddly enough, going through all the sketchbooks I'd acquired and filled over the years, I realized I had a lot more life drawings and still lifes and portraits than I thought I did - and that they were really good, too.

So today, in it went. And here I am, still standing here on this bottom rung, with a bunch of professors and advisors and people cheering for me, and all I did was just show up.

I still don't get it, but I'm certainly not complaining.

It's no secret that I really like shooting games - I don't mean first-person shooters - I mean actual, old-school, gun-in-your-hand shooting games, ranging from Duck Hunt to the godly Gunblade N.Y.. So when I purchased the Wii Zapper, I was pretty stoked. After all, I hadn't held a gun for a video game system since the original NES Zapper. I should mention that this "peripheral" runs about $20-$25, depending on where you go, as it's simply a pvc chassis for your Wii-remote and nunchuk. It has a compartment for you to wind up the cables, so when it's assembled, it looks and feels solid. But forget all that.

I'm going to say it right now. Link's Crossbow Training is the quintessential pack-in game. In fact, I enjoyed it more than I did The Legend of Zelda: The Twilight Princess. Models, creatures, animations, pretty much all the assets from TP are used in this game; now you're just shooting at them. That's it. You shoot stuff. Targets, skeletal warriors, bats, ice demons, whatever, if it's not you, blast it. If you like shooting, you'll love this game. This is the kind of experience that will make even a six-year old grit his teeth like a grunt from Heartbreak Ridge platoon, wincing in a freedom-ain't-free sneer as he wipes the sweat from his forehead, preparing to take out an oncoming swarm of bokoblins. The shooting is intense - just because it's set in the kingdom of Hyrule does not make this game airy-fairy typical Nintendo kiddie fare.

Up pops a target. Aim. Reflex dictates where and when you pull the trigger. Pah-clak!! and the bullseye explodes in a satisfying mist of splinters and oak. Three more have appeared and the clock's ticking. Chak , Chak , Pah-clak!! Only one perfect shot that time, but the combo is still going, and the score is multiplying exponentially. There's a vase. It might have an orange gem in it worth a 1,000 points or a fairy. Aim. Reflex. Reflex dictates where and when you pull the trigger. You miss. A wave of frustration slaps your forehead like a bucket of ice water cast on you.

Pause.
Restart.
Go.
Face it. You're going to be playing this for the next three hours.

This is an example of what a game should be - this is a prime example of video game literacy. James Paul Gee would be proud. Those who can't aim, or are afraid to aim, will be enticed to learn. Those who learn will put in substantial effort. Those who put in substantial effort will reap equally substantial rewards, and continue to do so, even after earning the platinum medal for each stage.

And that's precisely why Link's Crossbow Training is so great. It's a barebones pack-in game you get with your Wii Zapper. It uses recycled graphics and music. By all accounts, it should be written off as cheap, or lame. But it's the experience, the fulfillment it provides, the incentive it gives the player to improve, and what it does, it does right. This is what gaming is meant to be.

****/***** Stars

I bought myself a didgeridoo and I'm learning how to play it. Lemme tell ya, circular breathing is a bitch to learn. Right now, I can drone into the thing, but I'm still trying to build lip strength; it's going to be awesome once I can start barking and howling and making all kinds of crazy weird noises into that thing.

Super Mario Galaxy is cool, but lately, I've noticed that I'm slowing down on the games and speeding up on the art. Three pictures across three days. Could it be that my block is finally crumbling?

 ninjapuppy had recently asked about what it takes to get famous. I know for a very, very, VERY long time, I was chasing the fame aspect of art.

Martin Luther King, Jr. once said something along the lines of "Every man has the potential to be great, but not everyone will be famous." I think, at least to the ego-driven artist (raises hand) those words can seem very daunting at first. But on closer inspection, there's some real relief in hearing them.

Every man has the potential to be great. Wow. That's powerful stuff!
Not everyone will be famous. Wait... but what about my +watches and +faves?!

But honestly, is that what it's really all about? Sitting on a pier with  lastbladedragon and :spiritcreations: in the middle of a small Polk county town at 10 at night, surrounded by good company and the vastness of the universe, fishing, smoking cigarettes, and just communing with good friends, I really had to ask again.

Is it really the fame that makes us great? Or do we just happen to have the fame come along once we make ourselves great?

This is truly how I feel about art and myself as an artist. Art is a caravan. It's always moving forward, and if you're doing the work, you're part of the caravan. You're going to have your trapeze artists, your clowns, your jugglers and your lion-tamers, your ringleaders and dancers, the motorcycle-cage guy and even the carnies.

I'm sure some would prefer to be a ringleader over a carnie, and that's okay. But what good is it for a carnie to stop being a part of the caravan if he's not immediately a ringleader?

While I was there, I did that picture of the Zen Goat. Just because. Call it a bet with God, or whoever. I found that while I was drawing, I felt better and I couldn't complain because I was a part of the caravan.

I may not "be as good as" a lot of the artists on here. That's fine, I can always improve with practice, but I don't think that's really what is really important now. To be quite honest, on the scale of carnie to ringleader, I couldn't care less to gauge where I am. What *is* important to me, however, is that I am part of the caravan.

Now back to barking madly like a dingo through this four feet piece of bamboo. Cheers!

I'm taking commissions, see my page for more info. I've got three and room for one more. If you're interested, PM me, if not, don't. It's cool either way.

Oh, and thank you for kicking my ass and helping get me out of this slump. More art is coming, I promise. =)

Please don't cry to me about how much you think your art sucks. I really don't want to hear it. Conversely, you can expect me not to cry on your shoulder if I'm having a case of the "I Sucks" - frankly, neither I nor you nor anyone else on God's Green Earth needs to hear it.

Yes, we all get a case of the "I Sucks." No, it does not make you a better artist if vocalize it. Yes, it is very tempting to fall into the suffering artist syndrome. I know.
We all do it.

"Oh, but you're / he / she is so much better than I am, look at my stuff, I suck..."

Really, I don't know how to respond to that. What do you want me to say? Are you asking for an adhesive strip for your wounded ego? What am I supposed to say?

"Yeah, you suck. Go draw more" usually results in the inevitable BAWWWWWWing.
"No, you're really good. Honestly" equals a temporary Novocaine rush that numbs (not makes feel good) and incapacitates the artist in question - temporarily - until they muster up enough strength to go ask for another shot.

That's it, really. I don't know what else to say.

I just picked up a copy of Folklore, which was made Game Republic ( Genji, Genji 2: Days of the Blade) - here are my thoughts on it.

The short version (for those of you with distance-challenged attention spans): Folklore is a true gem. Go get it. Play it. You'll love it.

The long version: This is precisely the kind of game I've been wanting to play for a long, long time. It's an eclectic concoction of one part action-adventure, one part RPG, and one part strategic creature collecting and management, drenched in spellbinding visuals and audio. Or, to put it another way, this would be the result if Jim Henson, Brian Froud, and Neil Gaiman were to re-imagine the Pokemon franchise, using Irish lore and legends as its basis. Essentially, Folklore is the video-game equivalent of Labyrinth, but without David Bowie's flamboyant bouncing crotch.

Yes, it's that good. Even without the infamous Magic Dance pelvic thrust that rent many a theater screen in twain, you'd be hard-pressed to find another game quite as captivating as this one.

The story follow the exploits of two strangers who are pulled into the mysterious Irish town of Doolin, a sort of hub between our world and the netherworld. Ellen, a frail young woman, has come having received a letter from her long-deceased mother of seventeen years. Keats, a reporter for an occult investigative magazine comes with the intent to do a bit of reporting after getting a disturbing phone call. Both arrive and find what appears to be the scene of a murder, and the game takes off instantly from there.

The core gameplay mechanics involve you defeating foes ("Folks," as they're called in the game)by using their Ids (souls), and thusly collecting more - and the collecting part is a great use of the PS3's motion sensing controller. After you've beaten an enemy senseless, their red ID reveals itself, and by simply pressing the RI Button and giving the SIXAXIS a quick yank up, you rip out the soul and have thus added a new "weapon" to your armament. Boss creatures don't give up their Ids quite as easily; a mini game is implemented for both Keats and Ellen in extracting their Ids, which is also incredibly fun. Additionally, each Folk that you capture and use has a certain elemental property, and may or may not be effective against other Folks. The real joy is in figuring out not only how to capture new Folks, but also in how to defeat them.

As the game goes on, you essentially will be traversing the many realms of the Netherworld with both Keats and Ellen, and returning to the actual town of Doolin (as a between-missions hub) to advance the story. Some may find this a bit repetitive, but each character plays slightly differently, and there are different Folks for each world to keep things mixed up.

I'm going to keep playing through this, and when I do, post a more comprehensive review of the game. So far, it's grand, grand in the same sense of Shadow of the Colossus and Okami. Unless this game unleashes a plot that somehow ends with a Frasier's Magical Unicorn High School Shopping Spree Musical, I really don't see how or why this game shouldn't be in every gamer's collection.

It's just that awesome.

I am not feeling the art. I sketch every night, or try to, I'm working out of the Burne Hogarth and Bridgman books to really get my anatomy down better, but as far as making finished pictures, it's just not happening (as fast as I want it to).

That's fine. I'm still sketching (and  rocroldis PM me; I've got some sketches done for you), the finished stuff just isn't happening the way my ego wants it to. So for the time being, while I'm sketching away, noodling away on paper what it is I'm after, I'll just write.

One thing I've found in life is that no matter how shitty something is in life, if you can just make it through the tunnel, you'll look back and notice some incredibly beautiful things that happened during those dark times. Silver linings on rainclouds, I guess that's how the cliche goes, but it's true. Even the darkest night displays the most brilliant stars; brightly colored flowers, however rare they may be, adorn even the most derelict and abandoned of buildings.

This is a double-edged sword, because as another cliche goes, hindsight is always 20-20, so it's sometimes easier to see what you may have missed in the past, or experienced, as they case may be.

A better way to explain it would be to use the silhouette example. Whenever I draw a character, I try to make sure that the silhouette defines the character first and foremost - it's the first thing the viewer looks for to identify a character, or so I've been told. (I do this with my 3D models as well). Imagine the figure of a man, running toward you, full tilt. If you could only see his silhouette, you might see that he is still running toward you. You may also see him running away from you - without the clarity to discern which way he is facing, you literally could interpret this as either him running to you or away from you.

And so it goes with living in good times and bad times - the man running toward you angrily may later be revealed to instead be a coward fleeing from you, or perhaps vice versa. The class you failed one year - out of frustration, you skipped it and just drove home, only to find an old woman stuck on the side of the road, trying to push her car to the gas station. So you pulled over and helped her, and she thanked you and you left. The day may have meant less to you than it did to her, at that precise moment in time, and yet now, looking back, you see the it all, the gestalt and you understand.

It couldn't have happened any other way.
There is beauty amongst the chaos, triumph within the tragedy, yet revealing itself only later, as an illusionist reveals himself after supposedly being shackled. It was hard to see, but he was behind the curtain the entire time.

One final example, I remember driving my father to his new "home" - a ratty bachelor pad of a fellow coworker of his because my mother did not want to see him. It was probably one of the worst days of my life, having to help my dad move out of his house into that of a complete stranger (to me, at least). But we paused, and had lunch at Chic Fil A - and it was good. Strangely, through the misery, I remember just he and I sitting there, in silence, simply appreciating one another, as for years prior, we had simply hated one another.

Two chicken sandwiches and a half hour later, following what I now see as a gorgeous downward slope of a central Florida highway, we arrived. I drove home, alone, furious, saddened, grieving. But the beauty had made its mark on me, impressed itself, escaped from the chains and playfully scampered behind the curtain, knowing full well that the trick would be played out and completed years later. And the trickster, in all his gaiety, jumped out from behind the inky black velvet, and surprised me.

It was all part of the act.

yay

If someone says "is this okay?" you say,
fucked - less than jake

How would you describe yourself?
emo kid - adam and andrew
(I fucking swear to god... fuck you itunes)

What do you like in a guy/girl?
lydia strikes a bargain - danny elfman

How do you feel today?
Save I - Hiroshi Yamauguchi (okami soundtrack)

What is your life's purpose?
price of gasoline - bloc party

What is your motto?
around the world in a tea daze - shpongle

What do your friends think of you?
monster mash - as performed by the misfits

What do you think of your parents?
so much i - red hot chili peppers

What do you think about very often?
who's next? - danny elfman

What is 2 + 2?
shake your dix - peaches

What do you think of your best friend?
the upwards turn and the downwards cycle - less than jake

What do you think of the person you like?
Twin Devils Moshirechik and Kotanechik's Extermination - rei kondoh (gogogo cutnpaste)

What is your life story?
mini mini mini - kmfdm

What do you want to be when you grow up?
your rain - silent hill 4 the room

What do you think of when you see the person you like?
fun picture sketching - hiroshi yamagauchi

what will you dance to at your wedding?
john the revelator - depeche mode

What will they play at your funeral?
track 13 - ladytron (fuck you itunes, the sequel)

What is your hobby/interest?
mr. grieves - pixies

What is your biggest fear?
just a thought - gnarls barkley

What is your biggest secret?
WedgefeatRuffneck(Monkeysteak)

What do you think of your friends?
baphomet's chamber - danny elfman

What will you post this as?
dead souls - nin

1. Less Than Jake's Losing Streak goes with Mario Kart 64 like milk and honey. Must be a 1997 thing.
2. Kimon Niccolaides once stated that "drawing and the business of picture-making were two separate endeavors." I now understand what he meant.
3. The biggest Catch-22 in life is Confidence vs. Proficiency. You really can't have one without the other, yet you need one to get the other.
4. You can take a douchebag out of high school, but you can't take the high school out of a douchebag.
5. I want to physically harm people who wear t-shirts featuring wolves majestically straddling rocky crags in the middle of a purple lightning storm. Especially when said purple lightning is complimented with a five year old mustard stain.
6. What's the best threat to use to get your point across? "I'm going to keep hitting you until you sleep."
7. Amped 3 is the best Xbox 360 game ever made. EVER.
8. Projectile Guinea Pig. That would be fucking rad.
9. Don't ever smoke a whole pack of Salems in one sitting. Especially if you're not really a smoker to begin with.
10.I hope next year I am completely and utterly embarrassed when I look at the stuff that I think looks cool now. That's how it should be.
11.I've never played Oregon Trail. I've only seen two pictures of it. This is kind of odd, because I was in school the time it was popular.
12.I hated Final Fantasy until I played the one on PlayStation. The reason? You could ride motorcycles and go snowboarding in it, and it was super-pretty (still is, IMHO). After that, I tried a few more, but it just wasn't the same.
13.Putting yourself down just makes you look like an asshole.
14.One time, I made a joke about this guy I knew (who was a little unhinged) being akin to a specific scene from the Empire Strikes Back and they laughed about it for a year.
15.My neighbors are awesome. It's like having the cast from Dawson's Creek through the wall, only sluttier. I'm not sure who's fucking who this week, but come Friday night, when the alcohol inevitably starts flowing, I'll find out.
16.I never really enjoyed comic books as a kid, and most of the cartoons really sucked, but there was nothing else on. I did, however, spend most of my time reading my mother's old college anatomy and psychology textbooks. This, in turn, inspired me to find more Rennaissance paintings of Hell, which I fell in love with. Oh, and by "kid" I mean fourth grade. No, seriously.
17.I <3 Hieronymous Bosch
18.I still dress punk rawk.
19.Old people and little kids love me, even if I'm covered in spikes. To this day, I don't understand why.
20.Backseat video gamers. You know, the kids who always sat behind you and critiqued your game, Driving Miss Daisy style? Yeah, I used to do that. And so did all my friends.
21.In Mario Kart, I always play Bowser because no one else will. I think he needs his own game.
22.If I sketch enough, will I eventually move on to making more finished work? I hope so.
23.I didn't draw the past two days. I will draw today so as not to feel like I flubbed.  Hiker you have no idea how much I respect you or your work ethic. Holy shit, man.

If you're reading this, you need to go to right now and check out this guy's work.

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/toma%5B%5D/

This guy has some serious talent and I wouldn't be shocked to see his name on the credits of any big-name animated film in the near future. Not only that, but he's a very close friend, and he's an all-around great guy to know.

This guy's going places - and soon. Check out his gallery, I'm sure you'll love it.

http://www.furaffinity.net/user/toma%5B%5D/

I have drawn every single day this week. It's been mostly sketches, no finished work (sorry guys!) but I think tonight, i'm gonna do what I said I'd never be able to do and draw 100 human heads, and just see how I progress. Maybe I'll draw some furry heads in there as well, but I'm mostly doing this for practice and just to see if can't do it. I'm triple-dog-daring myself to do it, ooooh, now I have to do it.

That's the rule and all. You can't back down from a triple-dog-dare.

See you kids later! I'll start filling up my normal gallery more soon, I promise! Until then, check my scraps, it's mostly where I'm putting my stuff.

I know I let loose a deluge of work today, most of it being sketches I'd done over the past week (and as such, they're in my scraps folder). I'm still working up to getting some finished work done, so bear with me, I'm still a little rusty after not doing this for two years. LOL

Thanks again for the watches, from all of you. =)

NINTENDO:
[x] You respect Mario.
[X] You know who Shigeru Miyamoto is.
[x] You believe the DS is superior to the PSP.
[] You hate Sonic for being a cool whore, as well as SEGA fanboys.
[] You love cartridges over CDs.
[X] You feel sick whenever someone mentions "CD-i Phillips".
[x] You still like Pokemon...even a teeny tiny bit.
Score - 5

SEGA:
[x] You respect Sonic.
[X] You know who Yuji Naka is.
[] You weep for the Dreamcast.
[] You dream for Shenmue 3
[] You hate Mario for being so lame and fat, as well as Nintendo fanboys.
[] You love harlequin clothes for reminding you of NiGHTS.
[] You love the Virtua Fighter series.
Score - 2

XBOX/MICROSOFT:
[] You love HALO.
[X] You bought at least one multi-format game on Xbox.
[X] You know who Blinx is.
[] You are proud of your Gamerscore.
[] You smile at how everyone complains about the PS3 MORE than they did at the 360.
[] You find such a thing as having a full memory store to be inconceivable.
[X] You have been on Xbox Live.
Score - 3

PLAYSTATION/SONY:
[X] You have a PS3.
[x] You believe the PS2 has the greatest game library ever.
[X] You believe the PSP is superior to the DS.
[] You hate the Xbox and the 360.
[] You bought the PS3 as soon as it was out.
[X] You know who Ken Kutarugi is.
[X] You consider Resistance: Fall of Man superior to Gears of War.
Score - 5

RETRO:
[x] You know what an Atari console looks like.
[x] You played Space Invaders, Pong and/or Pacman.
[] If you are British, you know what a ZX Spectrum is. If you are American, you know what a Commodore 64 is.
[X] You wish you didn't know of E.T the game.
[] You love point-and-click games.
[] You emulate.
[x] You despise anyone who can't respect the old skool.
Score - 4X

SHOOT-EM-UP GAMER:
[] You played Time Crisis and/or Virtua Cop.
[] You consider HALO inferior to Goldeneye 007.
[] You consider Goldeneye 007 inferior to HALO.
[] You snort in disgust at the idea Columbine was caused by playing too much DOOM.
[] You have played Counter Strike and fragged merrily.
[] You know why everyone hates medics yet you've never been in the army.
[] You've done Grand Theft Auto and yet never been in jail.
Score - 0

RPG GAMER:
[x] You love at least one Final Fantasy game.
[X] You cried at least once during any RPG game.
[x] You named at least one videogame character after yourself.
[] You equate videogame music of RPGs to the artistic level of Wagner or Beethoven.
[x] You know that even the most effeminate villain can become badass with a brilliant theme song.
[] You believe that your heart is the most powerful weapon.
[] You've dreamed of having an RPG adventure with your friends/family, level upgrades et al.
Score – 4

BEAT-EM-UP GAMER:
[x] You do a Hadoken.
[] You know at least one Fatality.
[x] You mash buttons like Chun Li kicks.
[x] You have calluses on your thumbs.
[] You've injured yourself mimicking at least one move from a game.
[] You know kung fu.
[x] You know of, or play, M.U.G.E.N.
Score - 4

IMPORT GAMER
[] You know more titles of games in Japanese than others do. Naruto Shippuden Saikyu Ninja Daikeshuu 5 KESEN!!! AKATSUKI!!!
[] The Dreamcast is still alive to you.
[] You despise the NTSC/PAL divide. FREAKING CERO MADE IT SO LEON DOESN'T SCREAM WHEN HIS HEAD GETS CHOPPED OF IN BIOHAZARD 4!!!!!!!!!
[] Money is no object to you. I import a japanese game nearly every month. X___X
[] Customs can go to hell.
[] You pity the average continent-bound gamer.
[] You praise emulator hackers.
Score - 0