Cold Straight to the Head.

I love stupid photoshop brushes.

Other suggestions include: talking to your cat, working too much, stumbleupon, MMORPG (for people with a better 'borrowed' internet connection than mine), alcohol, making up 8 million projects to work on then not working on them but obsessing about the fact that you're not working on them (exactly), more alcohol and texting JWoolard about inane bullshit.

P.S. I think that's pretty close to what I say to myself when I come home drunk, but honestly, I can't really remember.

Bacon Grease?

I've been stumbling around the interweb this morning and I swear, three or more of the pages I've found were talking about bacon grease. Is there something going on that I don't know about? Is this a new meme?

"Down With the Bros and the Hos"

This conversation did not actually happen.



I've been reading the McSweeney's book of lists today, so ...



Things That Happened Yesterday That Are Amazing, Despite Which, I am Still Depressed:

-I made $50 at the art show

-Someone who I don't really like (but also don't really know) bought something from me (No, it wasn't you, Tiffany. I like you.)

-I discovered I was mentioned in an article in the DC web magazine The New Gay, sandwiched in a paragraph between Daniel Clowes and Phoebe Gloeckner.

-Lil' Laura bit me like six times

TMI? IDC.

I am going to be at this show, selling my art work:



And other stuff. Afterwards, go to the Clay Buffet for art by Derek Byrd and music by Skyscraper Stereo.

And just to make this the most picture-heavy post ever, here is my sexy bruise:



Bloomington ladies are fierce!

Correction of my oft-quoted (ha!) Critical Mass post: Pat told me he is not a Republican and actually he voted for Obama.

Did Something Happen Yesterday?

Here's two comics, cause I've been slacking.





I wish I'd had time to draw Lucy, but I'm on my lunch break. Don't worry, I voted. And even watched election coverage.

Update:
1. Would describing one of my friends as "a big, tall bucket of sex" be inappropriate?
2. Would said friend then describe me as "a small, short bucket of sex"?
3. Is "Kentucky Amazon sex goddess" perhaps a better descriptor for said friend?
4. This is the kind of thing I think about on my bike ride home from work, when I'm not writing angry letters to my mortal enemies in my head.

Yay! Liv's in town!