This Was Our Pact is finished and I put the whole thing on my site so you can read it for free!
Thank you to everyone who’s been sharing it and reblogging it along the way!
I love this guy’s stuff, and this one especially! Check it out!
My friends in Glass Lungs made a song. I put a poem in the middle of it. The song’s pretty good in spite of that.
This stuff is good. Hope more people hear it.
Here’s a journal comic from a few weeks back.
“While researching some iPhone related stuff for my sister, I got sucked into day-dreaming about owning an iPad. Finally, I stopped and asked, what for? The “next best thing” almost always gives empty promises to make us better or happier. (See Don Draper.) But an iPad won’t improve my life or art half as much as opening a sketchbook and learning to stay focused. As fun as “Artrage” or “Paper” on an iPad might be, this moleskine and a brush pen really haven’t been improved on. I have to remind myself of these things to escape the lure of shiny new gadgets.”
Pentel Brush Pen, Pentel Waterbrush
![“This little machine represents all that is evil in the 1st century. (Well… hrm…) It’s the bagel toaster at my place of employment. NOTHING is more frustrating than this evil machine deciding to jam up right when i get 10 bagels on order. It’s a crafty little thing I swear.”
[Pentel Brush Pen]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9ym95iPs91rapanlo1_1280.jpg)
“This little machine represents all that is evil in the 1st century. (Well… hrm…) It’s the bagel toaster at my place of employment. NOTHING is more frustrating than this evil machine deciding to jam up right when i get 10 bagels on order. It’s a crafty little thing I swear.”
[Pentel Brush Pen]
I got the new scanner working (finally!), so here is my first new post. I have a recurring theme in my dreams of swinging and dropping between and around giant trees, often above swamps full of crocodiles or alligators. I swing so high that I might cross hundreds of feet through the air and land in a tree on the other side of a large expanse of water, grabbing a branch and doing it again. It feels dangerous and thrilling. I’ve had this dream many times. This one was from last Saturday morning, and I worked on this that evening.
As for the painting, I clearly have no clue what I’m doing, but I guess that won’t stop me :P.
One of the things I’ve always appreciated about Converge is the fact that their album titles hold a narrative of their own, even before you listen to the songs.
While it’s probably not going to eclipse Jane Doe, I think this might be my favorite album title they’ve done yet.
Source: playgward
Jamestown: Legend of the Lost Colony. Beat this yesterday!!!! This game is AWESOME, nobody spends 2 years on a shmup, but these guys did and it is nearly perfect. I haven’t beat it on its hardest mode, but so what, I barely beat it at all. All the ships are unique, not sure what my favorite is yet.
Garage Monster Dream
I dreamed that my family’s garage turned into a monster. It wasn’t scary looking per say. It was just that it was possessed and doing crazy stuff. The door turned into a giant mouth and crap was flying everywhere. It was difficult to park the car.
A little snafu…
Well, my scanner has given up the ghost, so it’ll be a few days until I get new comics posted. Tell you what, go read this spine-tingling web comic by emily carroll His Face All Red. Below is the first page, click it to go to Ms. Carroll’s website to read it in its entirety. (Estimated reading time: 10 minutes.)
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