dear hallmark. i hate you. please die.

so, for the past few years, my husband has been collecting sketches at comic conventions. and yes, the theme of the sketchbook he's been passing around IS vomit. now that the sketchbook is full, he's decided to scan it in, and occasionally post up pages.

if gross and funny is your thing, go here:
http://vomitology.blogspot.com/

and yes. i did a sketch too.

so i've been following the iranian election horror for the last week or so, lurking on fark threads and devouring all the information i can find.

i even joined twitter. i hate twitter. i think it's fucking stupid. but it's sure as shit proved itself useful. i read the ayatollah's friday prayers translated in real time on twitter. consider my mind blown.

if you're curious and want to catch up, peep this:
http://www.fark.com/cgi/comments.pl?IDLink=4460093

the first post in the iran threads on fark invariably has a sum-up of all events and players involved.

the tech-savvy who want to help the protesters be heard can go here:
http://iran.sharearchy.com/

stress doodles. fairy designs for a project.

going to try to do a page a day of something, until i die. practicing on the smaller projects until i'm confident again. then i tear into the big ones.

i apologize if i've over stretched anyone's friends' page. still quite a ways away from getting this project complete enough to present, but, it's on its way.

couldn't make the zia picture work out right, so i did a new piece.



hope i get in. i love his books.

i meant to upload this yesterday, but it snowed and we lost power.

my husband and i tied the knot on feb. 29th, 2008! so! froggy love is the theme.

i've been sick as a dog for almost a week now. this happens every spring, and every spring i am wholly unprepared for it. see, i live in virgina. and mother nature HATES virginia. our temperatures don't slowly creep from freezing to warm. they yoyo. one day will be 60 degrees, the next it will be 30. figuring out how to dress from day to day is madness, and my otherwise made-of-steel immune system falls down and begs for mercy. i could lick raw eggs off an elementary school floor and not get sick, but i cannot cope with spring. fuck you, spring.

i've been in a weird zombie state for the last couple days, thanks to this sickness. if i try to go sleep at night, my nose becomes a waterfall of snot, and i end up too busy trying to breath to get any sleeping done. i end up passing out during the day--and these naps are curiously phlegm free. so i'm trying something different tonight. i'm staying up. so far i feel ... almost healthy. my mind is back to functional! clearly, that diurnal shit is for suckers.

also, you should all check out this link:
http://www.pinktentacle.com/2009/01/fifth-dimension-treatment-tatsuyuki-tanaka/

a friend lent us tatsuyuki tanaka's "cannabis works", and it is fucking amazing. it reminded me of all the things i fell in love with japanese comics for.

i did this when ross campbell made an open call for fanart for his next wetmoon book. i stopped working on it when i lost my favorite brush-pen. i have no idea where it went! somewhere between the coffee shop and home and a friend's house. i've looked all over. its just not here.

in a bid to lose the weight i gained while cowering for the last year in that depressing ghetto shithole, i've started walking every day. today it rains. and between last night and this morning, snow has magically appeared on the ground. freezing, and wet, and miserable. now, i could walk the two miles to the art store to see if they have any more of those pens (word is, though, that this brand has been discontinued), or i could stay here and be warm and dry.

i think i'm wussing out today.