I am Laufey's revenge!

Man, I really want fish and chips right now.
Curse you, 5:22 AM!

There's nobody else in the house until Sunday afternoon! Somebody come over! The only company I have right now is the dog, and she doesn't make for very thrilling conversation.
All she wants to talk about is food or barking at birds, you see.

5:30 ish is as good a time as any. Time to go to bed!

"Suggestion: Shall we find something to kill to cheer ourselves up?"

Everyone's favourite assassin; HK-47.

Not much to say today. I've been a bit of a hermit recently.
Do hermit crabs freak anybody else out? They just look .. creepy.





Edit;
Just finished this one, didn't think it warranted a second post in one day.

Doodlewall the second

Less drawings this time, more detail though.
Also Batman!

Doodlewall

A wall of doodles.
A doodlewall!
My favourite parts are the man pointing a gun at a waffle, the guy telling a sock-puppet to take his hand, and Iron Man passed out over a foot-stool. It turned out well, so I may do a few more some time.


I'd like to share with you part of a conversation I had a few hours ago. It goes a-something like this:

Name withheld says:
scott i wish to impart some wisdom to you
Scott says:
Please do.
Name withheld says:
when bored and tired, but unfailingly awake at 1:44am. do not become curious and punch yourself in the face
Name withheld says:
it hurts more than you would expect
Scott says:
...
Name withheld says:
it's cold and my right hand is numb. thought i'd give it a go


There's a very fine line between genius and insanity.
I like to think this particular friend of mine has built a small hut on that fine line, where he lives as a hermit. Of course, this friend is sane enough to know he doesn't want his auto-face-punching-escapades known to all our friends, and has asked that I withhold his name. A few of you probably know who it is without me having to say anything at all.
Perhaps his genius lies in giving anything a go once for the experience and a story to tell. Even if it involves pain. Or maybe that's the craziness. I'm no psycho-analyst.
Sure doesn't stop me from pretending to be one, however.

Stay here with me, we'll go bowling!

I've been working on this comic/piece of art today, and I'm pretty proud of it! Shame you can't really put detail into a pink ball though. Click for embiggenment.

So I understand now what Ruby's is to people who don't drink, and why they're not so enthusiastic about going. I drove tonight, having consumed a preposterous amount of beer last night and not wanting to drink again the night directly afterwards.
Speaking of last night, it was wicked fun. So many friendly randoms! Such cheap beer! Such a nice chef! It was a really good night, and needs to be done again next monday. Although, I lost two meatballs from my meatball sub to gravity. I guess the ground just wanted them more.

Dr Savelove - Or - How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love Ctrl+S

Those new pants I bought last week? I just had a quick look at them and yes - they're still pants.

So I was actually drawing this picture last night, and I got the head and hair done when the computer decided it was time for a quick nap. I hate the feeling when that happens and you realise you completely forgot to save what you were doing. But it's okay because I think this one turned out a lot better anyway.

It snowed yesterday morning! This is by my count the second time this has happened at our house. Ever. I'd tell you about how incredible it looked, but I only saw it for about two seconds out of my window. The reason being that I didn't care and just wanted to go back to sleep. In my defense; sleeping is an important part of staying awake, and I need a good 22 hours of sleep a day. If I don't get that, I may not have the strength for my midday nap!
Apart from the snow, the weather has been disgusting up here recently. It rained all night last night (I know because I couldn't sleep until about 6. One too many cups of tea before bed) and it's been raining all day today. Thankfully it hasn't been too horrible while I'm working, because most people's houses around this area are surrounded by mud as it is.

So I'm awaiting the arrival of Evan, who's coming over to play guitars and maybe a bit of Bookworm Adventures with me. Don't look at that game and think it's for kids, because it's wicked fun.
Well, it is for kids, but it's also for cool people like Evan and I and Jerry Holkins.
When we get bored of all that it's time to head to Boyd's house, pick up the other guys and off to the bar, whereupon we will consume an extraordinary amount of potent potables for an amazingly small cost.
My definition of 'small cost' may change tomorrow morning.

Check it out

I got new pants today. They look somewhat like this picture I drew, in that they have the general shape of pants.

Of Walruses and Possums.

The past couple of days can be accurately summarised by a picture of a walrus in a beer hat.


Tonight while working, I had a possum follow me to a customer's door. He was staring quite intently at the glorious foodstuffs within the bag from his vantage point on a branch not 50cm from my head. No doubt infuriated that he wasn't invited to feast upon said goods, he set off to stop me returning to my car by blocking the stairs behind me. I applauded his vigour and walked around him. I doubt lasagna is good for possums anyway. What do they eat, bugs or something? And fruit I suppose.
The owner of the house told me he saw some drunk kids at the station feeding a possum salt and vinegar chips, with some Jim Beam to wash it down. The possum went on to simply hang upside down for twenty minutes or so.

So I got the full version of the Spore Creature Creator, but this computer I've borrowed from Dad has no video card. And for some reason, some stupid reason that I can't seem to fix, it has no sound either. But I suppose those would only really be problems if the computer HAD A DAMN CD DRIVE! AAARRGHH!!! It fills me with a horrible rage! No music and no vidjagames. I'm dying here people! I'm taking donations in the form of a new computer. I'm looking at you, Jordan.