I swear, the weather is just mocking us at this point. All I want is a snow day. Is that too much to ask?
Sketch a Day, Day 435
I get no peace. None.
Sketch a Day, Day 434
I will eat them. They will be delicious. I will have no regrets.
Sketch a Day, Day 433
Just a quick doodle for tonight’s sketch. Nothing fancy, just working on more dynamic poses.
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Trying to buy clothes when you’re a big guy is difficult. If it’s in my size, the colors or designs are horrible. If it looks decent, it’s too small (or much too expensive). It’s a good thing I’m working on losing weight.
Sketch a Day, Day 431
The term “kitten cannon” makes me giggle, but I couldn’t figure out if it’d be a cannon fired by a kitten, or a cannon that fires a kitten.
I went with both, obviously.
Sketch a Day, Day 430
Finished Red Dead Redemption this evening. Pretty fun. Doing Undead Nightmare next.
Sketch a Day, Day 429
The song is “Last House on the Street,” by the Young Dubliners. It’s a song a band my uncle used to be in played sometimes. Hillbilly chords are basic, open chords like G or C.
And in case you’re curious, you can capo in the 4th fret and do it all with G, C, F, Em, and Am.
Quicksand Hands (Demo)
Just a song I whipped up a couple of weeks ago. When my brother makes it into town later in February, we’re going to take a crack at recording it for realsies.
Sketches From Memory 