Thursday, May 27, 2010

Exotic creatures!

So I once heard necessity is the mother of invention. I'd like to submit that stupidity is its dad or uncle or wacky cousin or something. Here we have a specimen from a very long period of time spent on the road with friends.

Originally, it was going to be a giraffe, but tip-of-the-tongue syndrome kept the shape of its head juuuust out of reach. We were all waving our hands in the air, finger-sketching our ideas of what a giraffe should look like, but I never quite got it.

"All right, enough is enough," I said. "It will have the head of a lion."

And then, suddenly, this completely plausible and effortlessly majestic creature appeared.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...


Hey, what on earth is this thing?

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Connecticut: redux!

Otherwise known as Return to Leetes Island: Enter Lucy & Mowgli. What was going to be a relaxing weekend full of seaside breezes and flourishing greenery became just that, but with pets! (I mean, more than just P.)

First, the cottage interior, and view from the window. (You might remember the latter from last time... or... not. This one's pretty sketchy, huh?)

When Mowgli was kind enough to stay in one spot, I doggedly struggled to teach myself the ways of properly drawing cats. Ha haaaah!

(Komi, I'm not cheating on you, I swear... ;__;)

And, uh, what's-his-face.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

The weirdest dream.

Now, as I'm sure is the case with many people, I tend to dream about things that have been on my mind recently. Right before Deathly Hallows was released - Harry and Draco, duking it out. When I was playing Puyo Pop for hours at a time, emerging only to walk my beloved dog - Puyo Dog Pop, and boy were those dogs were hard to maneuver. And when I decided to reread the entirety of Animorphs in one fell swoop... well, we won't go there.

In any case, I had a damn weird dream last night, and thought I would share it with you.

The scene opens to: me in a salon. Graduation's next week, and I am required to get a decent haircut. "Why won't you take me?" I demand. "I swear I made an appointment!"

The woman behind the counter says nothing.

I would continue my impassioned plea for service, but a familiar face appears: it is a friend with whom I was speaking online before I went to bed!

"Oh, are you here for a haircut too?" he says.

And then he takes off his hat, revealing a head of luscious locks. They tumble forth, emulating some advertisement or another.

But on top of his head are neon mushrooms.

Also, he is a vampire.


Oh, also, I made an appointment for tomorrow.