I’d just like to start by saying that, at the moment, I feel kind of like a puppy who just got loose and crapped in the neighbor’s flower bed – I know that what I did was wrong, but that made it all the sweeter.

In a completely unrelated note, eat dragoon lovings:

It’s just a little something I put together for a handful of reasons, foremost being a need to feed the fan-boy fire, as well as make sure that my artistic abilities haven’t totally gone down the toilet. The version I’ve posted here is somewhat toned down as far as the color goes, because it was kind of hurting my eyes to look at it. By far not what I’d refer to as “clean” but I definitely think that there are some good things about it. Most of all I’m just proud that I finished something to the point that I’d actually put it on my site, since that hasn’t happened in quite the while. Lots of other stuff going on at the moment, such as the ending of my stint as a HellOne phone monkey in about a month and a half, since it became an obstacle to my much anticipated trip to E3 with my good friend dance dance Chucknov. As sad as I will be to have to terminate my employment in order to have fun, I think it might be a relief to actually not have to go to work 50 hours a week, as well as not feeling like hell on the few days that I might have off. I plan no idle time though, mark my words…there’s an art monster in my head, and he’s pretty pissed off. To the future!

Cheers

-sullivan

It’s amazing how quickly two weeks can fly right by without the slightest notice. I say this as I realize my last update was the 1st, and all of a sudden it’s the 18th. I guess that means I’ve been busy, but I couldn’t give even a skeletal account of what I’ve actually been doing, especially after last night’s celebration, the conclusion of which found me sleeping on a floor of some random room in an apartment. To make up for my lost time I managed to install a new radio in my car, its predecessor having met a slow and painful demise as the tape player motor burned out its innards, giving some merit to the theory of spontaneous combustion. On top of that, I completed a portrait of Ninden that was commissioned by my good cousin Mr. Brent Hinks. I use the term “commissioned” loosely, because that might imply that I were to be paid for the task, but it was done quickly, and free of charge. On top of that, it’s not that horrible. Not too shabby for a day on which I should have been puking my brains out and not even semi-mobile until the early evening.

Aside from that, all I have to say is: Dawn of the Dead

-sullivan

You decide.

What I have for you here is a phenomenon that should be raging across the internet like a disgruntled Smokey the Bear with a flame thrower through a drought-stricken forest. I present to you: LAZER.

His real name is Abraham Wiley, but you can call him Lazer, with a Z. He’s an idiot savant, he lives in a halfway house, he can do the robot like none other – and damn, can he play that air bass. The man is a living artifact from the 80’s, and he’s here to entertain you…corduroy fetish and all…in funktastic quicktime glory. Enjoy

-sullivan