Well, today I genuinely couldn't think of what to draw, so I pulled out a Tarot card deck and drew a random card. It just so happened to be one of my favorites - the 9 of Swords. It's a little bit angsty... it represents depression, nightmares, and cruelty. Okay, so it's a lot bit angsty, but it gave me an opportunity to draw something with some real emotion.
Also, I think that from now on I will stop "numbering" my daily drawings, and give them titles instead. That way they'll be easier to search through (and looking at the archive list will be a lot less boring)!
Today's picture is dedicated to my little nephew, who is a big fan of Spider-Man. ...who am I kidding? I'm a big fan of Spider-Man too... but I drew this picture specifically for him, and presented it to him today for his birthday.
There was chocolate cake with chocolate frosting and chocolate ice cream. An excellent day indeed!
"I believe in a thing called love
Just listen to the rhythm of my heart
There's a chance we could make it now
We'll be rocking 'til the sun goes down
I believe in a thing called love
Have more poetic words ever been sung at the top of their lungs in falsetto? This picture isn't actually based on Justin Hawkins, but it certainly could have been. Not just because of his surname, either.
beaten all the content that the Diablo III beta has to offer for my
Monk, I started playing through again on a Wizard. There is great joy
implicit in shooting lazer beams while spinning in circles.
Diablo III open beta was released today... and not surprisingly I found
myself incapable of ignoring it. It's a lot of fun! All the fun of
manic clicking from the previous game with a whole slew of new concepts
added, like more developed skill bars, terrain interaction, and...
well... who am I kidding? I just like playing as a monk and punching
zombies with lightning.
Someone has already taken it upon themselves to push the limits of the
attack speed cap, with wildly entertaining results. Just watch that monk
By request, here's my take on Roger's D&D character, Igor. He's an elven alchemist, stitched together from various other elves through a series of extreme surgeries and mad science. I haven't read Terry Pratchett's Discworld series, but apparently he's modeled after a race of beings all called "Igor" from those books.
Unlike the characters in the books though, this one tosses bombs. Ain't he creepy?
Saw the Hunger Games movie today. I liked it! I think I liked how the book handled certain situations better, but the movie was very pretty. Also, it made me nostalgic for high school gym class, where we got to do archery on very rare (yet awesome) occasions. We were actually given the choice of archery and football. I think it's clear why someone like me would pick the former.
I'm glad we weren't made to fight to the death either.
Behold! A comic, detailing my triumph over the archetypal manifestation of my excessive burdens from the past month! Go, taxes, fly... straight to the infernal pit from whence you spawned!
No, but seriously, I had to learn how to file 5 different states worth of taxes and fill out all the paperwork in addition to my personal federal and state tax filings. I just finished a couple hours ago. Good riddance.
Looking back, it's just a blur of tax forms and numbers I only partially understand. I locked myself in my room, isolated, surrounding myself in 1065s and 1040s and Earned Income Credit forms and Allocation tables. Endless seas of Worksheets and Schedules A through Z.
After I finally made some major headway I decided to do myself a favor and take a break by playing some Minecraft. Not five minutes later, I had been blown up by a creeper and lost all of my in-game equipment.
I took this as a sign that I was meant to be drawing instead.
Several different factors are coming together to make this week quite stressful, so here is my attempt at channeling some inner peace. Also, any resemblance to the dalai lama and avatar Aang is purely coincidental.
Oh my, color! Today's drawing is of the Cardboard Tube Samurai from the webcomic geniuses at Penny Arcade. I've been on a huge PA kick lately, and even though I wasn't able to attend PAX this weekend I thought I'd give them my own humble little tribute.
What's that? It's past midnight so this drawing doesn't count as Friday's drawing? No, I'm sorry, there must be a mistake with the chronotron. Some tachyons must be effecting the flux capacitation. This drawing is totally on time.
To commemorate my 15 minutes of internet fame that I received via a Reddit link to an old fire sword fight video I was in, here is a man with a sword. And abs. And no shirt. And more abs. No, seriously, I had to reference a photo from 300 before I could draw these abs.
Sadly, the video I was in does not have nearly as many abs.
This is the beginning of a personal challenge. For the foreseeable future I will be trying to get a sketch done and out on the internet every day. I used to draw all the time, and what's more, I used to show those drawings to other people. These days, if I motivate myself to pick up a pencil whatever artistic progeny I spawn are left hidden between the pages of a neglected sketchbook. WELL I WILL SIT IDLE NO LONGER! Let's do this!