subway candy peddlers

There has to be a mastermind behind it. They all have the same speech and same candy.

Pin-up girl oh me

All I seem to do anymore is work, but it seems I should paint again.
My boss left a box of Black Hound truffles for me and a friend at work, and we agreed if she let me take the box I'd paint something she likes on it and give it to her.
I want to write something on the banner but I'm not sure what, yet.

I saved Latin!

I have a crush on Max Fischer. At some point I would like to do a Rushmore themed piece, but here's a page from my sketchbook of Jason Schwartzman and Bill Murray for now.
Wes Anderson movies make me happy, except for Bottle Rocket which I couldn't even get through.
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Still unemployed but that gives me plenty of time to ink the days away.
I'm doing a week of vegetarian eating as an experiment.

I'ma making like a tree

Oh, Wissahickon, I love you. No more woodsy state parks for me for a while though... I'm moving to New York City tomorrow morning.

People keep asking me why, and I'm not really sure. It's just because I want to. There's no job or family or sure purpose there but maybe there could be and I've never lived there before.

Also, I need new surroundings and situations regularly to be productive at all; note the lack of updates to this blog. This is partially due to the lack of a scanner but mostly a general lack of aim and drive for anything in the past few months but shenanigans, actually being social and getting "healthy".

This place has been the home-est place I lived in a long time and I am very grateful to my good friend Mike for giving me a place to stay until I make it to New York, and it's time to move on. It's good to be young, out of school and free.

Some lovely couples...

Here's a couple of couples from the damned little books I spent a good chunk of hours handbinding. The book's called "BELIEVE IN LOVE" & six doomed couples and a brief outline of their ill-fated romances is contained inside. It's the reason why I spent so much time studying pictures online of Siegfried and Roy, and how I stumbled across this. She's so futs.

Perccy Bottum

Yes, with two C's, because Perccy has an oxycontin problem and his name just isn't pronounced the same as "Percy". That and he always wears tight pants and thinks he's Conor Oberst or something. He isn't a toolbag, he just looks like one.

Cindy Brady Achieves Nirvana

This is what happens when I'm zonked out after a bike around the Schuylkill loop, and make myself draw. Cindy's got her seven chakras opened; how enlightened of her.