Drawing stuff we have around the house is my new favorite exercise. 

Also, just so you know, the square hole in the anvil face is called a hardy hole. I cannot even tell you how many giggles that has caused. Yeah, I’ll shove that big fat fuller in the hardy hole. awyeeeeah.

I used to sell these rings to probably hundreds of people a year when I was in high school.

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I miss my cowboy boots. They were ridiculous but I loved them. 

More playing, good old gas masks. I have mustard on the mind (hence the mustard plant), two years in a row without homemade Wishbow Christmas Kielbasa is really making me crave it. It’s just not fair.

Getting rusty because Brian has been home on vacation, gotta play around more. 

Mom sent me gifts for the cats. Earthling was dumb enough to let me put them on him, so dumb that he then thought whatever was on him was attacking him. So he played dead. Guest starring foster kitten Sally to do the detective work. 

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Nothing distracts you from the Christmas blues like a grey colored mag cover with aq two day turn around. On shelves today for those in Chicago. Newcity.com

A truck I saw a bunch of times while driving back from Mom and Dad’s. 12 hour drive, saddest truck.

The difference of what I make into finished stuff and the doodles in my sketchbook is weird.

I’ve been flipping out about wanting a new tattoo, it’s been seeping into my sketchbook.

Just go on to the SHOP for some sweet ass deals.

I never posted anything about Oranje 2011, did I? Here’s some photos including myself, Mallory Hodgkin, Jason, and Brian. It was a long, long night.

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Another try with lines and texture. Any opinion?