I’ve got to stop doing these on the fuckin train. Sorry.
A terrifyingly boring painting of a desert at night. Totally posted this to my personal blog by accident.
ugh.
Even with a radio for a head, cats have horrible taste in music.
Those are not jazz hands. THESE… are jazz hands.
One day I’ll work my way out of the slump I’m in.
Have another pretty unsatisfying piece today! This is basically a scene that got repeated a bunch of times in Moneyball, which I saw today.
A pun taken too far.






