Thank you ladies for making yesterday spectaculous. More on that tomorrow (or later today?!)

I don't know what to do with myself. Or where to find AA batteries.








Yeah yeah.

I've also misplaced my drafting pencil and my matte knife. Which makes me a very, very sad lobster.

Ronald Reagan?

Ronald Reagan.

So I just walked in the door...

In case you're wondering, it's a balmy 52 degrees outside (and an even balmier 72 degrees inside my home)

My cell needs charging.

6 more days.

I am Jack's hairy ass.

STOP RUNNIN' WIT DAT BREDDA
YOU DUN NEED 'IM
HE'S A PUSSYHOLE
HE'S A CHIEF LEAVE 'IM

Ray Gun? Gay Run?

What?!


I had a completely different post typed out, but then I realized that anything after 3AM on a Saturday morning is just me being moody. Moody, sleep-deprived (I love going for extended periods without sleep. Masochistic? Alilbit.) and hyperextended me.



(The Weepies? Stupid name. Good music.)

Oh, shit.

Say hello to Gym Lungs the GIRAFFE.




P.S.
My birthday is coming up, and I really like giraffes. You should get me one.



<3

Honestly though, it's made of win. Looks how well he knows the moves to Bye Bye Bye!

Frustrated due to the lack of updates over at On My Desk, I've taken my own deskshot for posterity's sake (and because I'm odd like that).



Now back to failing at life.


At least I do it with a flair!

I think I'll stick to non-fontly endeavours.

P.S.

EVERYOBDY GET IN ON DA KUNSTT

http://statutoryape.net/KUNSTT/

PLEASE AND TANKYA.

2 days, 16 levels, and a shitload of repetitive motion. I am so leet.

Now to spam the life out of Junk Arrow!


EDIT: Damn, lookit the ass on that Cute Nyangnyang! Waaah!

LUKE, SWIM ON OVER BRUV.

Because I'm so inclined.

OCTOPUS; SMALLTALKTOPUS! says:
IT'S NOT DONE
AND I GOT WHITE INK ALL OVER EVERYTHING ON MY DESK
el pato capitan says:
MAKE IT SAY
I'D RATHER BE IN BABYLON
OCTOPUS; SMALLTALKTOPUS! says:
DONE AND DONE



BABYLON BWOY.

So I'm stuck at this point, with an empty speech bubble and a head full of marker fumes.

Where is my artfag muse when I need it?

I dunno. At least they're deliciously grainy, and somehow my little swooshy light-leak failed to appear on most of them.

Now I have to figure out how to scan the 11 slides that actually came out... and the long, black Holga roll I managed to expose when i took it out of the camera.

It came back to me all rolled up in a little envelope with question marks all over it. I well confused the guy at the pharmacy!

Communists on my desktop.

And how is everyone tonight?