Here I go again! (on my own)

Hey what a goofy-lookin' bastard! Oh wait that's me. Crap! I sketched it last night and I'm kinda proud of it, I must say. Mayhaps it could use a splash of color, though. Mayhaps indeed, methinks.

I'm back, baby! You have to imagine George Costanza yelling it.

Also, Whitesnake fucking rules. *rock!*

testing

You can ring my bell!

Just some stuff from a "draw another blogger" thread at one of my forums. It was kinda fun since I never draw people I know.
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And hey, feel free to check out some of the kick-ass blogs over there >>> that you might not have seen before! They're mostly good people, who still think this is a good town.

Chicks dig me because I rarely wear underwear, and when I do it's usually something unusual.

Do you ever have that dream where you're making a name for yourself in the underground San Francisco art scene with a run of surprisingly successful comics and a brand new line of designer T-shirts when a weekend of congratulatory boozing with your friends turns into a month of coke-fueled debauchery that leads you to a luxurious bed in the vacation suite of Dana and Milena, the most beautiful lesbian power-couple in New York City, and when young Dana, owner of a chic string of galleries scattered about the city and the forever-seductive Milena, editor of the hip non-zine IRONIQUE, the rag that essentially makes and breaks the names of the scene's "who's who" in art, offer to make you the hottest thing to hit town since Ghostbusters II, you boldly accept their forbidden sex pact with wide-eyed moxie and a "ready to change the world" vigor...


...but soon the voracious black hole that is fame saps away your talent and zest for life, and somewhere along the way, between the nightly cocktail parties and club openings, you realize that... that you can't find true happiness in snorting a line of coke off of Alan Cumming's ass... but that happiness comes with time, in the personal goals you accomplish, the many roads you travel, and the friends you meet along the way?

I've never had that dream. But I'll probably try tonight.

Hey asshole! I ain't dead yet.

Holy shitballs of Antioch! I haven't posted in over a month or stopped by in weeks. Sorry, baby.

I'd like to say that I've been busy working hard at my fantastic new art job, but what are ya gonna do? Nothin! That's what. On the bright side, I have had a lot of time to work on my poetry, and buy many patterned scrapbooking scissors, and my azaleas are coming in beautifully this year.

I drew this today just for you, as a thank you. I'll update with colors tomorrow. I think I love you.

Get Your Picture Taken With spacesick!

Done as a gift. That's me. It is, you know.

The One Where Mitch Posts A Bunch of Stuff and Ross Asks Rachel To Marry Him

The spirit of Frank Wastelayer is standing over my shoulder and speaking to me, much like Conan did to his author Robert E. Howard. He says "finish me, weakling, or I will surely cleave you in twain, or at least not pick you up from the airport, even though you will be expecting me." It shall be done.


I dropped my Heart Monster into a new "character design community" called Mojizu a while back, which the great Drawn! has since profiled. I'm still not quite sure what to make of it, but any place to discover some new interesting artists is fine by me. I've seen one or two familiar faces over there so far, but nobody I really know. And if it keeps growing like it has been, then it might become a pretty cool place to hang out.





Now that the temp well has dried up, I have nothing to do but sit at home all day and draw. Yeah!!! I'll be posting as much hand-drawn sketches as I can in the next few weeks in the hopes that you, my wonderful fake-friends, might let me know what is up to snuff. That way I can mail off as many portfolios as I can on Friday, May 19. So if you know of any company that you even slightly think might possibly look at me with some interest, I'd love it if you'd let me know by AIM or e-mail. I'm looking for any art job whatsoever, anything to break into the industry, and I'll work my ass off to prove it.



And no, I don't "just think I'm so funny." Not really. Well maybe the Jamie Farr head... haha. I laughed. Twice!