Finally drawing again.

I tried painting for a few months. I like it, but I don't think I have the patience required yet.
The good news is that the recent things that have occurred in my life have somehow made me start drawing again. Pen and ink has always been my favored mode of stylus-based expression, particularly freehand drawings. Now I'm done with the paint for a bit and am going to do large format pen and ink drawings on bristol board. Hot damn.

THE MIND IS A NICE PLACE TO VISIT...

But I wouldn't want to live there.

I'm actually relieved that I have work again on Wednesday. Too much time to think, and too much to think about is a bad combo.

I AM THE GOD OF MY BACK YARD.

Today I braved the webs and nests of a zillion orange, spiky spiders who are now

plotting under a rock, the details and machinations of my imminent demise.

I hate yard work and see it as mostly completely unnecessary, but my landlord bitched me

out last time I didn't rake leaves and pull the weeds.

I guess it really would be much better if the whole goddamned world was paved with immaculate, nuke-green

lawns at the cost of bazillions of gallons of fresh water.

Anyhow, I'm writing a song for the new Bloodfreak called "Night of the spiders/Day of the flies"..

and I think I have my inspiration now.

I swear to all that is holy, I was out there about an hour, my nose started itching a bit, got stuffy..

I forgot about it because I was busy, sweating and generally uncomfortable anyhow...

After I finished and came in, I went to the bathroom to wash off.. was compelled for some reason to 

blow my nose in the sink (I know, gnarly). Well, imagine my surprise when I examined what shot out my nostril

and discovered a mass of tiny spider guts and legs.

It wasn't this spider, this was just the biggest, hairiest bastard I could find, and he stayed still.  Click pics for enlarged views.

Van Drunen's still got it...

This disc is the shit. Gives me hope when one of my all time favorite vocalists in the history of metal can still give me gooseflesh.

BEST GODDAMNED THING EVER!!

I just mixed Haagen-Dasz Vanilla-honey-granola frozen yogurt
equal parts with fruit cocktail. This shit is AMAZING.

M.P.D. by choice

I've made the personal decision to spawn multiple personalities.
Yes, I'm going to accomplish this on will alone... mostly.

I don't have enough faces for each and every fucker in this world. Nowhere near enough smiles, real or conjured to get by.
And remember, even though I'll have multiple faces, I still have the same amount of money, so don't get any idears.
Sometimes, when a business goes tits up, hey, that's the fuckin' way she goes.
No one likes it, but sometimes you have to bear the brunt with shareholders and such.. There are quite a few interesting people fighting over the puppet strings as I type this, let me tell you. Perhaps most would be tolerable, polite even.
However, I trust there are at least a few bastards in there who would do things I've never even imagined. ME me that is.
There's too much work here to be done for one Dave.. what year is this? 1984?!
Someone has to step up and delegate, and I guess that someone is me.
So, if you have the great displeasure to know me or of me, stay on your guard...
because you never know what you're going to get. One second we might be enjoying a scintillating, intellectual conversation and I'm my usual, meek, quiet self.. A dog barks and the next instant, I'm a raving, homicidal, tear-you-to-the-fucking-bone, mindless ape of human battery.

Then again I could be a 3 year old girl who wets the bed, who the fuck knows?

"HAVE YOU SEEN ME?"

Ten minutes after this pic, my cat Merle put the smackdown on this poor guy.
I was going to let him go after the pics, but he flew off and Merle canceled his beetle-ass. R.I.P. At least I got a good pic of you before you shuffled off this mortal coil. Click pic for larger pic.