week-end

So I just finished up a somewhat larger piece for somewhere else (details soon), and this has just been a kind of stressful day, so obviously I sat in front of the computer for another hour to see if I could do an all digital drawing of how I felt. It looks a little shoddy, but I wasn't using a scan of a hand drawing as basis like I've always done before. And while you don't have to worry about me going missing, the comment on attire is 100% accurate.

my nausea

Okay so this is a quick one-off based off a dream I had where I vomited up the past 15 years of my life or so...contains gross imagery and obscene language, proceed at own risk.

..and points to the one guy/gal out there who got that the post title was an against me! reference.

Somewhere between F Scott Fitzgerald and Alex Turner

First off, I'd like to apologize for the fact that this a)has been sitting on my floor for almost a month, as I'm currently living in a sty of my own creative filth (read: half finished comics, drawings, craft projects) and also b) that at least one person reading this got here via google search and is thinking "this has nothing to do with my search terms", so I'm sorry but please stay, procrastinate, et cetera, and know that you can at least add to your book report that Tender Is The Night is still making girls who draw comics a little more broody than they have business being, especially if they just watched and kept listing to the the soundtrack to Submarine, so it obviously still applies in the modern day. Also when did it start being cool to not leave comments? It's lonely to have people stare at you and say nothing.