Saturday Morning Cartoons

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I will try to post stuff that I'VE made myself eventually. Till then....cartoons.

DON'T CALL IT A COMEBACK!

I've been here for years!

Actually I've only just recently taken up oil painting. I haven't done much painting since December and all of those studies were crap. This one I did at the Bee Downtown today. Its not exactly crap. In fact its not that bad for how long I've been away from painting. Its kinda like being able to lift the approximate weight from before even though you haven't lifted weights in a long time. I hope I'm not sore tomorrow morning.

Song of the day: Danny Says from the Ramones

Bonus Song: Success from the Stooges

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She don't talk to me

In celebration of the the new movie Twilight (sarcasm) I have some new art to post that has just seen print. Its actually from a new card set called Vampire the Eternal Struggle from White Wolf Publishing. If you are a fan of the stuff go pick it up.
A special thanks to Jessica for modeling for me as reference for the girls in the cards. Its too bad she turned out to be a nut. She had the makings of being a good model and friend. Oh well...

Song of the day: She Talks To Rainbows from the Ramones.

Darkness there, and nothing more.

Funny thing happened to me the other day. It was about 3:30 am and I was about to call it a night after working on a project when I heard something outside my apartment. I live in a closed in apartment complex and it seemed like the sound was coming from inside the building and not outside. Just like Edgar Allan Poe's Raven "I opened my chamber door, and darkness was there and nothing more". I guessed I was hearing things and must have been really sleepy when just as I was about to hit the hay (again) I hear the noise (again). Once again I open my chamber door and in pops not a raven but a tiny little kitten. I then look to see if one of my neighbors left the front or back door open to let this little bugger in and both were closed. How the hell did she get in I wondered? She was too little to throw out into the cold world and it was too early to ask door to door who she belonged to. So she stayed with me for the last two days till one of my neighbors finally said it was theirs to take care of for someone else and misplaced her. Good job at babysitting there neighbor!

May I come along?

I'm back from Colorado. I got to see the folks. I saw some mountains with oddly very little snow. I saw some Elk and very poorly tried to draw some while taking pictures. While drawing in the bitter cold some got within 15-20 feet of me. Some locked horns, some screwed but most of them just grazed.
Also attached is a pic of my old cat Tubba living with my folks. He's about 13 years old and probably 25 pounds or more. He's a lot like me, old, fat and antisocial but for a small selection of people. He remembered me the moment he saw me. I hope he's still alive the next time I come to visit.

Song of the day: Hey Baby(New Rising Sun) from Jimi Hendrix