Death and Icecream

Talked to Faz today and came up with the idea of asking him to ask me for sketches. I've always drawn whatever I feel like, so taking requests is really interesting to me. How will I draw Darkseid? What pose will I put Spiderman (or Daredevil) in? Who will they be kissing?

Point is, if you have anything you've been dying to see, or a spare minute to come up with something, let me know. Hopefully it'll get posted relatively soon.

They work hard. They play hard.

McMatt, the intern from last year and the tabletop gamer extraordinaire started work today, but I had no time to stop by and give him the welcome back slap to the face (as is the tradition at frog) because the project is reaching critical mass. Apparently I was sighing so much today that a coworker took me out and bought me some truffles (cinnamon/almond/chili and vanilla bean cream!), so that was quite a welcome break. Left at a good hour, made a potato and mushroom gratin, and spent the rest of the night drawing and finishing the above piece. I love having all this creative time, but feel guilty that i've stopped going to the gym and otherwise get out of the apartment.

Meh.

Days of Paul

I go through cycles.

Today was nonstop work with only a Baguette Box break (truffle fries!). My brain was fried after work, but that didn't stop me from working the aforementioned stupid funny watercolor and a side writing project. And then I found out that the local hippy-mart stays open until midnight which meant that I could make granola. I've been feeling the after-lunch brain slump pretty heavily lately, so breakfast is just what I need to say, "Hey stomach, it's morning, and you know I love you, so here's a little something-something from your pal: me!" So at about 10:30 I took a super leisurely stroll down the lamp-lit streets of Fremont, listening to disc 2 of Orphans (Bawlers) and almost felt like I was back on Ludlow in Cincinnati.

And tomorrow I have almond-cranberry-dark chocolate granola to wake me up. Huzzah!

PS: The way I make granola completely reverses the healthy benefits of said hippy food. Think butter and honey. But mostly think butter.

A Har-cuht

I know that last part of the word looks obscene but closer examination will find you overly anxious.

The last time I got a haircut the woman didn't cut much off, which was fine because she got the balance right and I don't look all that great when my hair is really short. So if a normal haircut lasts for 4 weeks (i push it to 7) then this one was good for 2 weeks and I visited Austin on the third. It was bothering me the entire time and today I wore the only hat I own to work (a bad sign), so I required a hair trimming upon immediate vacation of my work place. Yep, that's the story.

I bring up this pointless, time-wasting story because – hrm, I suppose there really isn't a reason, I could have just told you the point, which is that for some reason I get really caught up in saying "haircut" like "har-cuht" (rhymes with car-soot) in a, for lack of a better description, white trash style. Lots of emphasis on the "cuht", more like "har-cuuuht". I will say it over and over, "I need to get a har-cuuuuht" and giggle nonstop, even when no one is around me.

I bring up this pointless, time-wasting anecdote because – hey, check it out, two posts in a row! That means the blog is back on track! And you doubted me, internet. But I guess this shows who the person with the blog is and who the faceless series of pipes is.

Robo Washington is more human-friendly than is best pal Zombie Lincoln.

Also, I've started a quick, cute, weird watercolor about death and icecream. If anything, it shouldn't suck too bad!

Oh hey

Just got back from a lovely (though exhausting) weekend with Emily and her Dallas friends. Finding out what queso really is (a drug for which one fiends), grabbing cupcakes from an airstream trailer on south congress, dancing the night away on a shark tank and getting intensely anxious as our cab driver attempts to impress us with his blinking LED lightshow are all signs of a successful weekend. Only thing is that Austin is, for some unknown reason, hotter than the white flaming core of the sun.

Anywho, before I left I finished off a painting that is both my first canvas piece and my first painting larger than a 8.5x11:

In which our hero invades the subterranean realm and blows up its denizens.

I'll try to keep up the dailies again, but I've got too many side projects right now, so no promises.