Giant Sized Daily Sketches

10.4.10 - Here's the prequel to that other robot sketch I did. I'm not as proud of it, but I thought I'd share it anyway, cuz, really, it's not bad.

In my estimation, at least.


10.7.10-10.8.10 - I drew this after watching The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. If you haven't seen the movie... well, I guess this could be considered something of a spoiler.

But, yeah, the movie's about 100 years old, so that's DEFINITELY not my problem anymore.


10.11.10 - So I've been reading Little Nemo in Slumberland, an old comic from about 100 years ago. And, yeah, it's pretty crazy.

I felt inspired to draw something a bit surreal, and I came up with this. Pretty proud of it.

Why I'm Still Single 18

Check out that MS Paint sofa.

Also, the blue and yellow box there is an accurate depiction of the television in my apartment

Hell and Heartache

I've already discussed the hell. Here's the heartache:

An old girlfriend of mine came and saw the show on Friday night. Now, my history with ex-girlfriends has been... I'll just say less than dignified. I'm on good terms with my exes, for the most part, and this particular girl more than most. Even so, any encounter with an ex tends to send me into a bit of an emotional tailspin.

Anyway, I was actually pretty glad to see her there - and more than a little sad that I had to reject her congratulatory hug due to the virus currently laying siege to my immune system. Yeah, that was a bit awkward (in fact, I barely got to hug ANY cute girls this weekend - what a rip!), but, all in all, I wound up just being glad that I had a friend there to support me.

Then I got in my car to drive home. Turned on the radio, and I hear this.

Finished listening to the song (what can I say? I kinda like Nelly) and changed the station, only to hear it again.

So, yeah, it was a bittersweet weekend (which is my new pick for the best band name I've ever heard).

Indestructible

Friday night was probably the single craziest night of performing I've ever had.

Okay, so I've been sick recently - kinda the usual cold symptoms. You know, coughing, runny nose, sinus headaches, a general feeling of disgust. Yeah, it didn't get any better by Friday night, when I had to take the stage. Boy, howdy, was THAT ever fun.

So, yeah, I had to sing with a froggy throat, dance through dizzy spells, and remember lines and blocking with a head full of cotton balls. It was pretty miserable.

What was the damage?

I skipped one line.

Considering everything that COULD have gone wrong, only skipping one line (and one that nobody in the audience noticed), I feel like frickin' Superman.

Actually, I feel a bit more like Stuart Redman after a visit from Captain Trip, but you get the idea.

Why I'm Still Single 17

This is based on a true story.

Horrorshow: The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari

Remember breathing? I miss breathing.

Yeah, I'm still feeling sick - terrible feeling, really, especially since I'm still in this play tonight. Hopefully, my voice will be well enough to hit all the high notes.

Anyway, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari.

I knew nothing about this old silent film before going in. Well, I'd heard that it was the first film in the German Expressionist movement or something like that, but that doesn't mean anything to me. All I knew was, "Scary silent film? At the Organ Loft? I'm there."

And there I was. Now, granted, this is an EXTRAORDINARILY dated movie. Silent comedies are still almost 100% gold, but anything else tends to fall a bit flat. The march of technology has really put a couple cracks in what is supposed to be one of the first great films of all time.

Now, mind, that doesn't make this a BAD film. The visuals are stunning - probably among the best I've seen in a silent film. There's a level of Tim Burton surreality to the set pieces - you just have to overlook the shaking when an actor walks on them.

There's a scene right towards the end in the insane asylum that is absolutely chilling, and a twist ending that brought a wicked little smile to my face. So, yeah, this is one entertaining piece of history.

To Prove I'm Not a COMPLETE-Love Hater...

...I'll share this.

So I was just walking down the hall behind a couple that I just happen to KNOW are engaged (don't ask how - it's just me being creepy again). Anway, they were walking, and their inside hands were swinging in synchronicity.

My thought:

"Seriously, why don't you two just hold hands? Your bodies obviously want to. It'll be cute."

Of course, if they had, I'd probably be writing something right now about how much I hate lovey-couples, sooooo... Maybe I am every bit a love-hater.