You're the reason... I DON'T BELIEVE

Drew Dallas from 'Soulmate' written by some aussie girl living in a desert. Looking forward to reading the whole thing, when it's done *cough* get to work Jaimi >:3



I'll post this on dA later. So I did.

Try not to miss me when I'm gone

Wrote another short story, and published it on DeviantArt. Read it if you want to.

You need an account this time too, though.

D'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!

Richard Dawkins and Charles Darwin. Click for dA.

He needed a lot of tissues

The pain in James' tongue was finally starting to recede. About time, he thought. Nearly fifteen minutes had passed since he stapled it to his wooden office desk, and the first five had been sheer agony. Who would have guessed a staple gun could cause so much hurt? Not James, that's for certain. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time - maybe not convenient – but at least it would take his mind off of the economy report he had to finish before the end of the day. But now reality came crashing down on him, and he realized he was going to have to find a way to get the nail clip out and his tongue back in his mouth, and then actually finish that damned report.

I wrote a weird short story. You can read it at deviantArt, although you might need a membership to do so. But I don't want to post it here, cause it would flood the entire page. 

Writing is fun. So fun. 

No one gives a fuck about you anymore

I love inking digital. So SO SO much. But I think I love inking on regular paper EVEN MOAR. Jesus Christ I love it. So much.

Here's Mike Perry.



Mike has a cintiq. Which means he draws with fire. But he doesn't need to, cause - as this image clearly shows - his hands are made of pure energy.

Pure. Fucking. Energy.

If I ever meet Mike, I think I'll frame this one and give it to him. Maybe color it too? Maybe.

Lightsaber day

I know I haven't been updating here as frequently as I should, but it's not because I don't care. I just don't have anything to update with, I literary hasn't been drawing in awhile at all. I won't to get back to drawing as much as before, but it's hard. 

However, today was lightsaber day (guessing that was coined by Mike), so I had to make this:



Heheheh. That looks totally realistic. No?

Yeah, I didn't take it 100% serious.

Ode to a Free man

I wanted to wrote a poem about Gordon Freeman awhile ago. For the lulz of course (which is what I always say when I'm afraid someone will take stuff seriously and tell me it sucks). So I did, but it ended up as a rap instead. It's at least packed with Half Life (1) references, that's for sure. It's kinda fragmented, like a bunch of rhymes thrown together. When I feel like it, I think I'll expand it and make it more coherent. 

Ode to a Free man

The first time I saw him, hell, didn’t see him at all
You’d expect there to be mirrors in that dark grey Mesa mall
But yo, whatever right, he’s on the CD-case
So I proceeded down on the railway, in a slow and wary pace

Barney be exclaiming “I’ll buy you a beer”
But his polygon mouth was flat out insincere
Got the .357 and the big ol’ 12-Gauge
That alone should be enough to clear this giant stage
‘Cept there really ain’t no levels in this messed up complex
Just a bunch of “loading” to go easy on ya com-specs

I’m lookin’ through the free man’s eyes
First name Gordon – second; just told you guys
I smash boxes with my “1”, they’re full of supplies
Don’t waste ammo, ya know the crowbar will suffice
Headcrab problems, solved with pistol, be precise

Found some laser trip mines and 15-stack o’ snark
Fuck’s up with them? They SUCK I should remark
Uranium’s what I needed (best be depleted!) - 40’d make it full
Holds hundred, takes tenths, now that’s a bunch of bull

Off to Xen, space-time continuum beware
Got there through “resonance cascade”, whatever, like I care
Nihilanth, ruler of the b-world, crowbar’d in the face
Throwing everything I’ve got, fo shizzle, let’s bail this place
Suddenly confronted by the man with label G
“A nasty piece of work”, an understatement for my spree

Yeah, I’m lookin’ through the free man’s eyes
First name Gordon – second; damn, I’ve told you twice
“Yore dead Freeman” – typo’d sign of my demise
Don’t charge the Gauss too often, good piece of advice
I’ll punch that effin’ G-dude, get a chance at the goodbyes