those are the little guys that keep me inspired. i make a lot of paintings based on them
i freaking love the newswire. i see the queue, and i can't see most stories until they go live (unless i wrote them) but i see the titles, and this evening there will be one called 'remember jeremy enigk?'
thank you, editors, i love you.
thank you, editors, i love you.
i went to comicon for a couple hours yesterday, but the day turned into night, which turned into my awesome painter friend souther, the staff of giant robot magazine, my boyfriend and i singing skid row and wham! songs in a karaoke room in a korean neighborhood.
i have no voice left today.
i have no voice left today.
felt club felt club felt club felt club felt club felt club felt club felt club felt club felt club felt club felt club no sleep till felt club.
(those are my pouches)
(those are my pouches)
anyone know an amy cho?
i was looking up the term for fear of people, and came across this website listing all phobias.
one of them is amychophobia. fear of being scratched, or alternately, fear of people named amy cho.
i was looking up the term for fear of people, and came across this website listing all phobias.
one of them is amychophobia. fear of being scratched, or alternately, fear of people named amy cho.
this weekend disappeared. weekends are never long enough.
friday night: sushi dinner with friends took much longer than expected, then we went back to his studio + learned about 50,000 different kinds of mics.
saturday: woke up, worked, went swimming, went to see anni rossi / the dead science / carla bozulich (the geraldine fibbers) - the dead science were killer, the highlight. double underlined.
this morning: woke up bright and early to drive with to magic mountain. six flags. it was a birthday. i cannot get enough of rollercoasters. we left because one of our friends threw up on a ride. i feel somewhat responsible.
now the work week is back and i want to throw up.
i envy those who have a holiday and some time off.
i feel like even when i'm away from my work, i'm never really away from my work.
rollercoasters!
friday night: sushi dinner with friends took much longer than expected, then we went back to his studio + learned about 50,000 different kinds of mics.
saturday: woke up, worked, went swimming, went to see anni rossi / the dead science / carla bozulich (the geraldine fibbers) - the dead science were killer, the highlight. double underlined.
this morning: woke up bright and early to drive with to magic mountain. six flags. it was a birthday. i cannot get enough of rollercoasters. we left because one of our friends threw up on a ride. i feel somewhat responsible.
now the work week is back and i want to throw up.
i envy those who have a holiday and some time off.
i feel like even when i'm away from my work, i'm never really away from my work.
rollercoasters!
i am currently locked in my own art studio hiding from my cat whose eyes are so dilated that you can't see anything but black in them. he is trying to attack me, but i have a secret weapon, and it is a room with a door that closes.
