80's EMO-DANCE-PARTY-SATURDAY!!

Step 1: Look at the ground

Step 2: Shuffle feet

Step 3: Turn 180 degrees

Step 4: Repeat.

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Secret guilty pleasure IMO. If you got any favs post 'em in the comments.

I'M GONNA RUN AWAY AND NEVER COME BACK!!!

AHAHAHAHA! This is the best freakout video I've ever seen (and there are a TON of these out there....youtube). 

How does he lose all his clothes when he goes under the sheet? Why try and stick the remote up your ass? To make it all incredibly consistent he even goes into the closet for a bit. Something tells me this kid will be coming out of a whole different kind of closet in a few years. 

The brother's headgear and rubberbands are also hilarious. This family rocks.

Welcome BACK!

So for the past week my computer has been messing up and I haven't been able to make new posts! Needless to say I was quite perturbed by this, but all is well now so HAZAA! You also may notice some additions to the original artwork that I post on here. Well after talking to a few teachers and designers who would know, I have decided that I need to protect my intellectual property.

I actually hate having to put all that text on my pretty pictures, but my hand has been forced since little thieves feel the need to take other people's shit. Which is something that REALLY pisses me off (or "grinds my gears" as it were). 

FUCK PEOPLE WHO STEAL OTHER PEOPLE'S IDEAS!!!! 

Anyway, here is another character I drew recently. Inspiration was the RHCP song. 

Random mind droppings

Doing schoolwork at 2 am has become the norm for me, in fact I feel like I do my best work after midnight — kinda like a vampire. Which takes my mind (and thus, this post) back to my childhood, to a real "Ah-ha" moment for me: one of the first times I actually felt like I was a pretty weird. It was back in pre-school (I was probably 5 or 6 or so — is that still pre-school?). The teacher was going around the class asking each kid what they wanted to be when they grew up. The answers were relatively common: fireman, doctor, astronaut, policeman. 

Tangent: Isn't it funny how you start out with such grand aspirations only to be shot down later in life? I am sure half of the prospective doctors in my class are working construction or some other blue collar job (nothing wrong with that, but, let's be real, it's no doctor). Another funny thing is the 5 year old kid who said lawyer— WTF?

Anyhow, so we are sitting "indian-style" in our little circle spilling our aspirations out upon the blue-grey carpet. Doctor, doctor, fireman, cowboy, president (yeah, that guy)... Finally, the teacher comes to me. 

"What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"Vampire."

"What?"

"Vampire," I repeated with a smile on my face. 

Needless to say, she gave me a look that even my 5 year old mind could comprehend as "what the hell???" The other kids (who weren't eating their boogers or picking gum off their shoes, gave me strange looks as well. The teacher moved on (she may have said something to my mom later about it but I don't recall).

To me, it was a no-brainer. My father (for better or worse) had never really censored much when I was around. I first saw the movie Aliens when I was 3. So I was well aware of vampires and all of their awesome-ness. Why wouldn't you want to be a vampire? They live forever, have awesome powers, are super cool, and get all the chicks. Busted. In fact I still want to be a vampire. Not one of those loser-ass poser vampire wannabes that wears eyeliner and dances to Joy Division while dragging on a cigarette, a real vampire. Probably will never happen, though. 

Moral of the story: being weird is cool (not that I am cool — but I am). Oh yeah, and fuck fake-ass vampires.