I had a dream about zombie apocalypse last night. Well, a nightmare one might call it. It was incredibly depressing and the whole situation just seemed completely hopeless, yet when I woke up I just went straight back to sleeping because I wanted to know how it all ended. It ended with somebody telling me it was all just a movie, there was no zombie apocalypse and I had wasted all that time trying to decide which shoes should I wear. (It's important - if you end up having to kick a zombie in the face you want to wear steel reinforced boots and not have a zombie eating your toes. Yes, I thought about this in my dream.) BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY.
Just wanted to share this little gem with you. It's the best character I've ever made. Like, THE BEST. I don't think there are words in English, Finnish or any other language that would describe the feelings I have for this drawing. (Okay, Tolkien probably made a word for this, in Old Entish or something. Do they call it Entish? Well, it's a great language what ever they call it. Ents are great. I wish they'd make a movie about Ents instead of The Hobbit. No, not really, I liked The Hobbit. But still, a movie about a day in Treebeard's life, in three parts, each eight hours long. With 19 hours of extra material and you'll get a free Gollum with the Extended edition DVD set. Guest appearances from Saruman and Quickbeam. Christopher Lee can voice act Quickbeam. I'm just leaving this idea here for Peter Jackson to find.)
Ignore the background. That's what I did.
Yeah. I guess this is it, then. No more updates. The show is over, this was the grande finale, no refunds.
Edit: OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT my archive has five years now? WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT 2009 ANYMORE?!
So yeah I made this last night, that's one of the fonts I've been working on, I call it Space Jugend and it's like a display font with a few alternatives and it's just really not very good but I just wanted to do something disgustingly IN, shut up I do as I please. It's a gif, click it, I know you want to!
I put ironic shit on your ironic shit.
I don't dream much when I sleep, but last night I had a very, well, confusing dream after making this giff. In my dream I went shopping with my mother, trying to find a nice set of champagne glasses and ended up going to Tiimari, a cheap store that sells a bit of everything from pencils to garden gnomes. There we met Matt Smith, who was working there because I don't know, he wasn't running around playing The Doctor anymore or something, and he tried to tell us that the coolest champagne glasses in the world were the ones that had hipster nebula images all over them, and even I was like, "hell yeah nebula pictures why not, that's better than motherfucking colourful marble patterns, let's take these", but my mother didn't agree and we left the store and I was all "MOOOOM, I bet you don't even know you just told The Doctor we're not getting the glasses he called 'the sweetest hipster candy on earth', you're so not internets-cool".
I don't know. I just really don't know. I think I just saw too many hipster nebulas during one day and my brain broke. I think I'm suffering hipster overload or something. WHAT'S THIS?
Yes, this is not going to turn into a comics-about-me-and-my-life-bohoo-listen-to-me-whine-and-give-me-symapthy-blog any more than it is already, but a friend told me about this challenge at Tumblr and I though I'd give it a shot.
So the first week wthe challenge was to "summarize yourself in 4 panels". We were not allowed to use dialogue or narration. The deadline was already gone a few days before I heard of this but I wanted to draw it, so I'm posting it here now.
So in case you don't get it... That's me, in the last panel, thinking how cool it'd be to do the stuff in the first three panels. And realising that none of that is realistic, but hey, a girl can dream.
It's sort of sad that even my imaginary life is borrowed from books and movies, isn't it? Well, still a better story than Twilight...
I must have been the most boring kid I know. I'm not sure if Explosive Eric even exploded in any of the few comics I drew. But that's probably because he couldn't walk away from the explosions not bothering to look back over his shoulder because he was just that cool if it was his body that was exploding. Or his head.
Hey, hey, maybe I should rename him Explosive Eric the Epic?
And it has a great soundtrack. Well, not as good as Repo Man, but, hell, it's still good. Not to mention the cast. It has Jim Jarmusch AND Joe Strummer. Okay this is getting out of hand. I'm sure you already got the picture - I like these movies, so should you, though you probably won't, since they are rather bad and more like inside jokes between Alex Cox and... well, no one else, really. But now that we got this far, I'd like to point out that Sid & Nancy has it's moments too, and you probably should watch that, too. Although it is depressing as hell, in a way. But hey, Gary Oldman is great in it. WHICH REMINDS ME OF--
Nah. Just go to IMDB, I don't have to tell you all this. Why are you even reading this, you can't possibly get anything out of this rambling?)
I knew I didn't take those stereophotographs for nothing. I've sarted a new project that I'll never finish, a children's book about memento mori themes in stereoimage format. This one is a sketch about "Ubi sunt?"
It'snotreallycoldhere, just A FUCKINGBLIZZARD. A wet, painful, hellishBLIZZARD. OHHOW I LOVEtobewaitingfor a busforhalfanhour, withmyfacefreezingoffwhile "OdetoJoy" keeps on playingrepeatedlybecausemyhandsaretoobloodyfrozentochangethesongfrommymp3-playerand I can'tfeelyourlegsandjustkeep on thinking: