I haven't had a day off in a few weeks, meaning I haven't been able to be that social in my day-to-day real life. This of course leads me to be annoyingly chatty with people when I get the chance because all the retarded bullshit in my mind needs to have some kind of release upon unsuspecting victims.

And we should all try to have a hand in decreasing the suffering in the world, so please feel free to let me know when I'm being a bit too much, so I know to give people space.

I really need to learn to be less neurotic and socially needy, honestly. Sometimes, I just wish I could find the switch that could turn myself off.

All these 9-hour shifts in a row are really tiring me the fuck out. I haven't had an evening to myself for a while now. Additionally, by the time I do get home, everyone is down for the count, so socially it's been really low-key.

This isn't doing my comic aspirations any good.

I can't wait for the iPhone launch mania to die down.

Here is a teaser of some basic concept art I've been drawing on the subway rides to and from work.




Yaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy...

Maybe someday I'll be a master at something.

IT'S RYAN IS THE WORST POKÉMON TRAINER EVER TIME!






YAAAAAY!

INSOMNIA + POKÉMON =

Microbe CHIMECHO is the best!








Yes, I have problems.

So, I decided to sign up for 3 courses this summer, now that I no longer work on the Venture Bros.

The aim here was to address what I felt were my biggest weaknesses: color and inking. I also felt that it would always be a good idea to get a refresher in perspective. Hopefully they'll work out in my favor.

The 2nd kid was actually one of my friends back then.

My career in comics will likely end faster than it began.



I gave the donkey a Vänsterpartiet pin. :3

This time I take on Answer Rat, the anthropomorphic rat that delivers conservative platitudes while enacting various day-to-day situations.



Yeah I'm totally taking down the medium of comics, one person at a time yo.

You know who sucks?

Chuck Asay.





Hey.

I hate Ted Rall!



I AM SUBTLE. THIS IS ME BEING SUBTLE.

Because today is kuniopt's birthday, and because I can never resist the opportunity to make a joke at someone's expense, I decided to make an image of an adorable character he created named Cosmin.

D'AWWWWW

Adorable.

This happened to me very early in my Apple career. And it was disturbing.

More boring as shit art from me? OKAY!

I have been accepted to the traditional animation program at the School of Visual Arts!

Just got my acceptance letter tonight.

And because people will otherwise miss this entry, MORE BORING ART FROM ME.

Oh my god guys, I'm totally experimenting here.... GREEN LINES.

You hear that sound? That's the sound of your world shattering, what with your pre-conceived notions of the nature of art.



SOMEBODY STOP ME BEFORE I GO TOO DAMN FAR!

{edit} okay someone on photobucket must really hate figure drawing.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

MY PERSONA FAGGOTRY KNOWS NO BOUNDS



I wonder if I become an artist worth anything I could do these kinds of things as commissions.

DAMN YOU, JOSEPH CAMPBELL!

One of my biggest fears is that deep down, I am inherently broken in some way. I have a belief that creativity and imagination are features that are intrinsic to one's personality and being; you are either creative, imaginative or you're not and never will be. Some people are meant to consume rather than create. My anxieties these days revolve around a kind of phobia that I am one of the former.

I guess one way to put it is that I have some strange form of an imagination inferiority complex. When I look at the imagery of films like Paprika or journals of the dreams of others, mine are just blank in comparison. They just blend into a gray mush. My ideas are just reactions to the creations of others. When the layers of what I adopt from the world around me are scrubbed away, there's just blankness underneath. Or at least this is what I fear.

The few times I have dreams, they are often bereft of fantastical imagery and really consist of a foggier, inferior version of the mundane world around me. The only common theme I've found in all of them lately is that things are fake or not what they have always seemed. TV shows or comics or anything that I experience in this reality turn out to not really exist when I wake up. They start out as my own experiences, only to have the frame pull out and really be just my imaginings as I read or watch them play out in various media. In the murky transition between waking life and REM sleep, I am convinced these are real franchises or works that I'm just conjuring in my subconscious, only to realize once I'm fully awake that they never existed to begin with. There's just layers and layers of emptiness and falsity to what my mind generates.

I worry that deep down, I don't have the kind of spark that others have; I just mimic and react to what's around me as a substitution, adorning my identity with criticisms and impressions of others.

Perhaps this is what constitutes an existential crisis.