Okay, one looks familiar, the other looks like a cross-eyed demigod. I'm tired. Let me alone.
But yes, the one on the left IS my favorite (in the show and in sketches so far).
Cheers!
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
June 5th, 2013
And here's the final for tonight. Guess what famous ghost-wrangling brothers these are?
Okay, one looks familiar, the other looks like a cross-eyed demigod. I'm tired. Let me alone.
But yes, the one on the left IS my favorite (in the show and in sketches so far).
Cheers!
Okay, one looks familiar, the other looks like a cross-eyed demigod. I'm tired. Let me alone.
But yes, the one on the left IS my favorite (in the show and in sketches so far).
Cheers!
June 4th, 2013
After staying up past midnight the first two nights, do you think I would go to bed early? Not at all.
This has been by far my busiest night for sketching.... No drinking involved, just reruns of the Office.
This has been by far my busiest night for sketching.... No drinking involved, just reruns of the Office.
These last few portraits are starting to get some better shading.... The bottom girl on the left actually was finished tonight (the 5th of June).
A Sketch A Day Challenge
Being in a rut sucks.
My exercise motivation flew away sometime last week, my insomnia is back, and I'm just kinda blah.
Surely none of you have ever felt like this?
To bolster my confidence/motivation/skills, I've decided to undergo a sketching project.
Want to hear about it?
Sure you do! It's the Internet. Cat memes are so yesterday.
Anywho, I'm challenging myself for a whole year (okay, maybe a whole month) to sketch a portrait of anyone everyday.
Here are my numbered bullet point thingies:
1. At least one portrait shall be sketched at least once a day.
2. Doodling is encouraged between portraits.
3.No matter the mess-ups, yogurt spillage, or bad drawing days, the sketch will be posted.
4. Load sketches to blog AT LEAST once a week.
5. Attempt to keep a journal of feelings/going-ons of before/after sketch.
6. This blog is to keep self honest and motivated.
Anywho, I'm getting ready to load the first set (from June 2nd, 2013), unless the Poopmonster wakes up.
Until then,
Cheers!
My exercise motivation flew away sometime last week, my insomnia is back, and I'm just kinda blah.
Surely none of you have ever felt like this?
To bolster my confidence/motivation/skills, I've decided to undergo a sketching project.
Want to hear about it?
Sure you do! It's the Internet. Cat memes are so yesterday.
Anywho, I'm challenging myself for a whole year (okay, maybe a whole month) to sketch a portrait of anyone everyday.
Here are my numbered bullet point thingies:
1. At least one portrait shall be sketched at least once a day.
2. Doodling is encouraged between portraits.
3.No matter the mess-ups, yogurt spillage, or bad drawing days, the sketch will be posted.
4. Load sketches to blog AT LEAST once a week.
5. Attempt to keep a journal of feelings/going-ons of before/after sketch.
6. This blog is to keep self honest and motivated.
Anywho, I'm getting ready to load the first set (from June 2nd, 2013), unless the Poopmonster wakes up.
Until then,
Cheers!
Monday, May 6, 2013
Mantras of the Office Dweeb
I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I use to do secretarial work for an oil and gas company for a few years. The pay was amazing, but the work was somewhat lacking. The scuttlebutt was the head office manager believed my ex-flame's mother (Dragonlady would be a good nickname): I was apparently trying to steal her job.
Ha! said I. I don't want no stinkin' office job.
Anywho, as that former relationship blew up in my face (loads of misunderstandings, barely a shovelful of truths), I became more and more irritated, angsty, and sorta gritchy.
Realizing I was going quickly towards a pickled and angry end, I jotted down a few things to think over and over if ever I found myself wanting to strangle my fellow workers.
And here, on this very blog, I bring them to you:
Mantra #1
ALTHOUGH YOU ARE UNHAPPY, THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO ARE WORSE OFF... LIKE THOSE WITHOUT A JOB.
Good, I started out thinking on the upside of horrid office work.
Mantra #2
THIS IS HOW YOU MAKE MONEY. DON'T YOU LIKE LIVING ON YOUR OWN?
Again, valid point. I did like being self-sufficient and unneedy.
Mantra #3
BAD KARMA SURROUNDS YOU. GO OUTSIDE.
Because I had very bad motivation due to extreme moodiness
Goals
1)Be HAPPY & @ peace with Job.
2)Lose baggage. (Here, ex-flames)
3)Kick some shins! (I've always been a bit physical)
4)Clean house. (I rarely dust... and other things. Just shush up, okay?)
5)Try not to SCREAM. (I thought this was a very good one, as I screamed almost everyday on the hour-long drive home)
Somehow, these helped me get through the day. Hopefully I won't ever have to use them again.
Except kicking shins. That I like.
Ha! said I. I don't want no stinkin' office job.
Anywho, as that former relationship blew up in my face (loads of misunderstandings, barely a shovelful of truths), I became more and more irritated, angsty, and sorta gritchy.
Realizing I was going quickly towards a pickled and angry end, I jotted down a few things to think over and over if ever I found myself wanting to strangle my fellow workers.
And here, on this very blog, I bring them to you:
Mantra #1
ALTHOUGH YOU ARE UNHAPPY, THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO ARE WORSE OFF... LIKE THOSE WITHOUT A JOB.
Good, I started out thinking on the upside of horrid office work.
Mantra #2
THIS IS HOW YOU MAKE MONEY. DON'T YOU LIKE LIVING ON YOUR OWN?
Again, valid point. I did like being self-sufficient and unneedy.
Mantra #3
BAD KARMA SURROUNDS YOU. GO OUTSIDE.
Because I had very bad motivation due to extreme moodiness
Goals
1)Be HAPPY & @ peace with Job.
2)Lose baggage. (Here, ex-flames)
3)Kick some shins! (I've always been a bit physical)
4)Clean house. (I rarely dust... and other things. Just shush up, okay?)
5)Try not to SCREAM. (I thought this was a very good one, as I screamed almost everyday on the hour-long drive home)
Somehow, these helped me get through the day. Hopefully I won't ever have to use them again.
Except kicking shins. That I like.
Just some short thoughts on marriage
Before attending the marriage of a couple of good friends, we had a prewedding decorating party-party. After too many beers (not even half a dozen, I am a cheap date) and awesome conversations/music battle royale, I came to the realization that my memory is waaaaaaaaaay better drunk than it is in its plain, unmarinated state. In conclusion, I probably should just stay soused day-round.
But on the subject of marriage:
There were a few minor mishaps in the ceremony (even though the entire thing was beautiful. Congrats, you crazy lovebirds!). Mostly, the father (preacher, priest, whathaveyou) had no idea what the heck he was doing, which leads me to believe what the Beau and I are doing for our 'wedding' (yep, we're engaged; he made me a ring of bailing wire) is much more.... right. All we have to do is rely on the beer makers to have made a good batch, people who bring us food (and maybe a little dinero), and the judge officiating. It shouldn't be too hard to mess those up, right?
Plus, it's going to be one helluva party.
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| And this is what would happen if I did. |
But on the subject of marriage:
There were a few minor mishaps in the ceremony (even though the entire thing was beautiful. Congrats, you crazy lovebirds!). Mostly, the father (preacher, priest, whathaveyou) had no idea what the heck he was doing, which leads me to believe what the Beau and I are doing for our 'wedding' (yep, we're engaged; he made me a ring of bailing wire) is much more.... right. All we have to do is rely on the beer makers to have made a good batch, people who bring us food (and maybe a little dinero), and the judge officiating. It shouldn't be too hard to mess those up, right?
Plus, it's going to be one helluva party.
Friday, April 12, 2013
On a Normally Sunny Day...
I don't know about you, but I love weather. Sahara hot to Nova Scotia cold, blow-the-man-down wind and stinging rain, calm sunny days and chilly winter nights..... It's all wonderful to me.
Except today.
And I haven't any real reason why today isn't good. Work was work: boring office drudgery, lively chatter with spunky J, and weeding. I've done a bit of sewing this afternoon, which is also above par. It's just today feels... empty?
This could be the start of a life-long battle of depression (I can joke about it, I know first-hand how nasty it is), it could be I'm lacking in vitamin D, B, A, K, etc. etc., or it could be I'm possessed. But what I really think it is... I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up.
Of course, this is a conundrum.
I am grown up.
That's one thing adults don't tell you when you're young; they haven't the slightest idea what they're doing.
So, any young'uns out there reading this: Don't worry. That empty, confused feeling you have, right there between your ribs, all knotted up and squiggly? It won't go away. You don't have to settle on a career in college, no matter how much your parents nag. I chose Art because I didn't have a clue. It was something I liked, and I ended up enjoying all of my classes (except Algebra, but I never liked math).
Do what makes you happy, unless you eat gravel. You may need to consider getting help then.
Except today.
And I haven't any real reason why today isn't good. Work was work: boring office drudgery, lively chatter with spunky J, and weeding. I've done a bit of sewing this afternoon, which is also above par. It's just today feels... empty?
This could be the start of a life-long battle of depression (I can joke about it, I know first-hand how nasty it is), it could be I'm lacking in vitamin D, B, A, K, etc. etc., or it could be I'm possessed. But what I really think it is... I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up.
Of course, this is a conundrum.
I am grown up.
That's one thing adults don't tell you when you're young; they haven't the slightest idea what they're doing.
So, any young'uns out there reading this: Don't worry. That empty, confused feeling you have, right there between your ribs, all knotted up and squiggly? It won't go away. You don't have to settle on a career in college, no matter how much your parents nag. I chose Art because I didn't have a clue. It was something I liked, and I ended up enjoying all of my classes (except Algebra, but I never liked math).
Do what makes you happy, unless you eat gravel. You may need to consider getting help then.
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