February 9th, 2004

pretty girls

Wait... what was I thinking about?

Shoot. It was probably something.

Hey, so it looks like ghostgecko and I are going to try to try to draw a scene from Adrian Mayhew's early life for the Rising Stars of Manga thing... I don't have my hopes up super-high for winning, but... it'd be nice to finish a project. A pretty project. :D He would obviously be inking, because... well, guh. He inked that from a craptasticular sketch of mine. Look! He made my bad art look almost purty! He is amaaaaaazing. I wanted him to ink another Adrian drawing while he was at it, but either he hasn't yet or he hasn't shown me.

Oh! Oh! OH! And I finally got my Crispin sex dream, I think. It was sort of muddled and not explicit and he was acting really, really weird... even for Crispin Glover. I met him at a screening of some movie, but the place was like... underground and you had to go through a manhole. Yeah. Actually, that'd be kind of cool. Anyway, so we were in Pittsburgh and talking and we went to his house which was strange. Nice bathroom, though, but odd and hostile women. All in all, it was a fucked up dream, but it did fulfill one of my life's goals: have a sex dream about Crispin Glover.

... all right, brain! Now gimme another, less completely bizarre version!

Oh, and this Get Fuzzy excerpt pleased me to no end, expecially (OMG... I typed "expecially") after the last post...

Bucky: "You know... last night as I was tearing holes in the couch, I realized that it doesn't always matter who 'wins' a fight."
Rob: "That's a surprisingly healthy outlook for you."
Bucky: "Yeah, yeah. I realized that you can always sneak off with the fish while the idiots who won are celebrating."
Rob: "Wha-? Dude... I think you think everybody thinks like you think."
Bucky: "Other people think?"

No, Bucky. I really don't think they do. *sigh* Although every new strip of Get Fuzzy proves more and more that Bucky Katt is my secret alter-ego. Because...

Baby-smacking.
  • Current Music
    Tori Amos - Happy Phantom
chaos

*gasp*

FUCK. I know what it was! I also started my "Thin Man is autistic" story again. Uh... here's the only other snippet I wrote of that. I've decided to make his "legal," Romanian name Gavril Prodan... Gavril is fun to say, plus it's a variation on "Gabriel" ... which is kind of the point of the thing, comparing him to the Archangel Gabriel. So. Happy choice.

"Gavril turned his head from the door, reacting to the sound but not the words. He shifted his weight and pushed his nose into Knox’s fashionably nerdy mop of brown hair, inhaling deeply. It was the only sign of affection the man generally showed, only choosing to bury his nostrils and snuffle like a St. Bernard into the hair of a person he was very pleased with; in anger, however, he would rip out others’ hair by the fistful and hold it to his nose, breathing the scent of a small victory. "

I started it because of the contrelamontre fine art challenge... in this particular bit, Gavril examines Knox's prints and posters of classic angels. Cupidion will probably be the focus, but Le Captif looks good too... oh, Bouguereau... *sighs*
  • Current Music
    Moses Hogan - The Battle of Jericho