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So I think I am going to be putting up some drawings on Etsy soon. I have about 10 or so just pencil drawings that I've done in the last little while that I would like to try to sell. Nothing important, just some drawings of robots and people and stuff. I don't have a scanner right now though, so I'll have to wait. If I can get 10 bucks for one I'll be happy, although I am thinking I should do some more with ink/colour if I want to actually start selling it. Maybe some painting.
I guess I might be going to some kind of ribfest tomorrow? I don't remember how I volunteered for that but, meh. I intend to get pretty drunk afterward so it's all good.
I've been thinking about doing an adventure style comic, something scott pilgrim-esque (as Zack suggested), but I don't know what to make it about.
There is a Rival Boys show on the 18th that I expect Zack to show up to, so he better read this, remember, and then show up god-damn it. It should be pretty awesome.
Anyway, back to work. Then tonight? Continue to learn how to play The Trooper.
Ja
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I find it hard to believe that you can sell pencil drawings for anything, let alone ten dollars. Unless you're Da Vinci, or Mike Krahulik or somebody. Prove me wrong, though, please.
I want to redraw my Starchild Conformity 24hc I did last year, because I was rereading it and it's so fucking hilarious (if I'm allowed to say so myself) but it's so shitty looking, my god, I cannot in good conscience show it off. We should still do a collaborative comic some day, where you draw, but maybe not this one.
I'll be there for the Rival Boys, but I'll need to know about cover charge, how to get there, any other pertinent details. Never mind, don't tell me now, we'll worry about that when the day comes.
We need to start a band, and you have to do vocals like the way you were singing Queens of the Stone Age last time I saw you. You and Chris have all the guitars, and throughout various places within my house you will find two keyboards, an ocarina, a broken flute, harmonicas in various keys all of which my dad is very protective of, and a fucking autoharp.
Also, my basement is three quarters of the way to being a recording studio anyway.
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