Somehow, this bug looks like a nerd. He probably has stats in D&D.
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Drawing our hearts out
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Somehow, this bug looks like a nerd. He probably has stats in D&D.
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I dunno what the hell this is.
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Normally I wouldn’t draw on a bus, especially not the humpity-bumpity I-break-down-if-you-look-at-me buses in Bristol. But trying to draw under these circumstances was actually an interesting challenge.
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So I got a new jacket for the funeral (don’t have a lot of formal clothes) and I’m wearing it to work now (so when I do have them, I got to use them). It has fake pockets on the outside (what’s the point of that, anyway), the only real pockets it has are on [...]
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“It’s no use stressing,” said I.
“Not about a job,” she said. “Stress about your wife, or your family, your children, yes, but not about a job.”
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This picture expresses how I feel on Sunday evening after 3 weeks of working constantly, the last week in between working my actual day job.
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I feel awful about it, now. Far more awful than I did then. It was five years ago, and I honestly can’t think what I was even thinking. Or why I did that.
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This is not a very good drawing.
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The image was inspired by a drawing of a similar figure in this outfit and with a somewhat similar pose, by a different artist. I wondered what my take on the image would look like. This, would be the answer.
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What’s up with that?
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I’ll just let this speak for itself.
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In America, I’m sure some would refer to my teeth as “bad”, because they’re not straight. Americans, you see, are so used to cosmetic dentistry that they’ve lost their natural sense of the purpose teeth actually have.
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Oh, right, said I, and there I was thinking that you might have to actually spot, you know, a ball! We all had a good laugh at my cultural ignorance.
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It’s a tree. It’s a person-tree.
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What gets me though is that in their own commercials, they strictly use women who are above averagely beautiful. OK, they’re not stick thin like the girls you get in perfume adverts, but they are a looong way from fat, too. And a very long way from ugly.
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I used to be very particular about where, what with, and what circumstances. My drawing board was the only place I did any drawing, because, well, it was my drawing board. I had a special place in the house where I did my drawing, with all my tools arranged around me, and folders of earlier sketches or reference material at hand.
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It works like this: you have a task you have to complete every day. For Seinfeld it was writing, but it could be working out, or, as in my case, drawing. You get a big wall calendar, one with monthly pages is good, but a big year planner is best. You set some parameters for what counts (in my case: actual pen/pencil on actual paper drawing something I have never drawn before) and then you put a big fat red cross on the calendar for every day you manage to complete the task.
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