Showing posts with label french maid truck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label french maid truck. Show all posts

Friday, March 2, 2012

Day - 30 - A Congrats Banner For Finishing the Challenge


It's finally done. I may have wavered on my own gimmick a few days but that's 30 sketches in 30 days. Thanks to those who were following along. Check out Kim Herbst Blog. She was sort of my partner in doing this, got me involved, and put in way more time and effort.

Thanks.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Katy Perry Shirt


I can't say I'm a Katy Perry fan. Her music was always mediocre on my ear. I only became fully awair about the extent of her career after she apeard on Sesame Street. Then I realised, much like Jenner Lopez's fading career, that her appeal mostly revolves around her memories and Bambi eyes, and not so much her horsey voice. Anyway, a friend of mine said he wanted Katy Perry shirt. Only problem is due to scardy-cat-ness I couldn't get the shirt up above printed anywhere. So I had to change it the name back to her christian name of "Katy Hudson." Only the true conosur of top 40s pop will appreciate it.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

First post same as the first.


Well it fianly happened, this is a blog. No turning back now, I'v made my pact, and the only thing keeping me sane is that I'm quite sure no one will read this stuff. Unless you google Image searched for something like "french maid truck" or "tomahawk monkey." Though I always wanted to keep a proper diary. I tried once when I went to summer camp. I just ended up drawing a bunch of naked ladies in it though. I was so afraid that the other boys would find it and make fun of my budding man hood and my want to know what naked girls looked like. So I ended up flushing most of my "diary" down the cabin's toilet until it eventually backed up. That brings us to why I'm doing a blog: to show off the naked girls I'm drawing now. Through I'll probably end up posting the art work of my friends and people I admire, such as the Master Bill Waterson. Hopefully I won't have to flush his stuff down the toilet like the last one.