Candle Jack: WIP

This bastard is taking me about ten thousand years to finish, but seriously, look at it. It's gorgeous. Hooray. I think I'm going to sleep.

Don't Say His Name!

Sometimes I like to take a break from drawing what I should be drawing by drawing a drawing that I want to be drawing. And I've been wanting to draw this one for awhile!




So I did, here's the blue sketch. Hopefully I can set some time aside to color this puppy because I think it'll look really cool finished up. Just don't say his name. But if you do, try to show him the drawing and let me know what he thinks of it.

Back When I Was A Genius: Part I

Here is something I am going to start that I can only hope will turn into an ongoing installment of historical findings from my past. Turns out my grandmother and mother have oodles of scribbles and writings from the days of my youth. When I mean youth, I mean things I created when I was around 2-4. My Mum procured a stack of said creations and showed me, and I felt the immediate need to share them with the world. Ladies and Gentlemen, for your consideration, I give you...




Okay, starts out simple enough. I was a kid who liked to draw dinosaurs and Christmas trees on any tablet of paper I could find. But then, things start to get a bit cryptic.



"You are good. You are nice. For you will cook delicious rice. Ricebowl, Erin"

Now this is definite proof that from an early age, I found myself attracted to people who would give me food. To this day it is not uncommon for me to shower someone with poetry and flattering remarks to get them to provide me with sustenance. What can I say? I'm a whore. Also, I like how my earliest cursive is pretty much identical to how my cursive looks now.



The Head: I'm the head today.
The Not Head: When's my turn? You always get to be the head.

This is where these things start to get a little weird. I'm sure my parents were a little disturbed that their sweet daughter was conjuring images of, well... whatever the hell that is. But that would be nothing compared to...




"I'M COMPLETELY BLIND"

Jesus. Now even this send a chill up my spine. On one hand it's funny, on the other hand, really eerie. There is a huge part of me that wonders where these images came from in my impressionable little mind, and then there is another part of me that goes, "I wonder why I'm not that creative anymore".

That's all for now. Hopefully more will be on the way. In the meantime, it's Christmas time at Disneyland and that makes me happier than you could imagine.

California:

The only place where your neighborhood ice cream truck comes rolling down the block in the middle of November.

Oh, wow.

So how is it that I never noticed that there is a little button that allows me to post a thumbnail of an image and then you can click it and it opens in a new window for your viewing pleasure?

Jesus.

Well, since this is an exciting discovery for me, here comes some art!



This actually happened.



So did this.



And that's all I have for right now, sorry. Haven't had much time to work on personal art, but I can tell you that I'm making a piece of fan art that is going to be quite nice when it's done.

Love Letter 2

Dear RPOMC,

Thank you for making me the happiest girl alive.

Love,

Erin

A Love Letter

Dear Red Pre-owned Mini Cooper,

Hi, it's me, Erin. I came by and drove you today with my parents. How are you? I'm writing this letter because I have something to get off my chest. I know this sounds silly... But I think I love you. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on your Chili Red exterior and sat on your gorgeous two-toned leather beige sport seats. You've got 17" wheels and rally lights... I like that on a car.

Plus, that white top with the panoramic sun roof? And, oh, how can I forget the Xenon lamps. I don't mean to be forward, but... That's hot.

I know your previous owner beat you up a little but it's no biggie. I'll take good care of you, baby. If you don't have an iPod adapter and your plastic seat-backs are scuffed up... It's okay, we can work through that. All that matters is our love.

I'd really like you to come live at my house. It's great here, and I have more car care accessories than you could ever dream of. I know it seems crazy but I know we can do it. I think what I'm really trying to say is... I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

Or at the very least, until your extended warranty runs out.

Let's drive off into the sunset together.

Forever Yours,

Erin

Harvest Moon DS

I managed to play Harvest Moon DS for a whole five minutes before I realized that is it overwhelmingly unlike "Friends of Mineral Town", which was very simple. No, the DS version has a plethora of new things to offer its victims, including:

• A cat
• Ducks
• A new, huge town
• An evil witch
• A mermaid
• One homeless man
• One mad scientist
• One doctor with a robot eye
• A black Sprite with an afro

My big dilemma right now (aside from figuring out how anything in this game works) is figuring out which girl I want to marry. Do I choose the sassy girl with the short punky red hair? The blond who looks like Winter from Girly? OR THE MERMAID NAMED LEIA (hard to resist that one, although I think she'd have to live in a pond). I don't know, the Mermaid is sounding like the coolest option.

There goes my life. Thanks a lot, Harvest Moon!

Joy!

There's nothing quite like your life-long artistic idol and influence giving you a big hug and telling you that he's proud of you. This is what happened yesterday when I attented Doug TenNapel's presentation on pitching and story development. What an amazing three hours it was!

I know this is a bit late but I don't think I can express how sad I am that Steve Irwin is gone. I feel like someone very close to me has died, even though I hardly ever watched his show. I guess that just goes to show you what an amazing influence he had on the world, even if you weren't completely aware of it.

Character designer opening at Cartoon Network. The question is, do I apply? And also, how do I get there if I do? Frustration becomes your close friend when the lease on your car is up in a few months and you can't drive anywhere because you're going to get raped for every mile you drive over your designated mileage. OOGHH!!

I have to go draw monkeys, or something. Pigs, maybe. Some animals. My portfolio has a serious lack of hilarious/loveable animals.

Today started out great and then turned into a big flaming heap of badness. I don't really feel like elaborating on that but you get the idea.

I'm going to bed.

"I have no problem with that"

I know everyone out there loves Arrested Development, but I'm sorry, it is about fifty times funnier if you actually live in Orange County. When they talk about John Wayne Airport or the Pageant of the Masters or when Buster gets lost in Santa Ana and thinks he's in Mexico, that stuff is hilarious because you're like, "Oh my God, I totally know where that is because I LIVE HERE."

Also, can anyone tell me what the hell "Mike Judge Untitled Comedy" is? It's playing in a few theatres near me and my curiosity has been piqued.

Vault Disney My Ass

Why is it that normal, real copies of Disney movies that have been "put back into the vault" cannot be found anywhere? Man. I've got a copy of Sleeping Beauty that I weasled from Blockbuster and an Emperor's New Groove disc from eBay that was shipped to me from Thailand. I don't want a gaggle of black suits knocking down my door to confiscate my copy of Robin Hood. Disney must be a lot of fools, for whoever is manufacturing these near-perfect copies of their movies in a jungle sweat shop in Malaysia must be making a boatload of money.

Buy the Farm

I am practically peeing my pants 24/7 waiting for Harvest Moon DS to come out. It would have been out a week ago but God hates me so it has been pushed to a Sept. 12 release. Right now that feels like it's about a thousand years away.

RRGGhH!! Why am I denied vast fields of corn and the ability to milk a cow with a stylus? I am counting the days.

ALSO

I'm coming to terms with the fact that, about two months ago when I got my very first bladder infection, I learned for the first time where my urethra empties itself. Now, I find this particularly disturbing because I previously thought I was well-aware of which designated holes did what and where they were located. Slightly more unsettling is the memory of my freshman year Human Health and Sexuality class in high school in which I specifically remember my teacher telling me that "the urethra is here", while pointing to a diagram the clitoris or something close to it. However I am not surprised since this was the teacher that would frequently write his own multiple-choice tests and accidentally leave out the correct answer on a majority of the questions. He also spent time massaging the shoulders of the girls in class, which I guess was his cute way of flirting since he obviously has no idea how female genitalia is structured. Aw, I'm being mean. He's actually a really great guy, honest.

But still. I don't know how I spent twenty years on this planet not knowing where I pee out of.

$40 Day

I just found out today that the book I'm illustrating will have an initial printing of 10,000. Jeez oh man! Thassalottabooks.

So here I am, feeling slightly crappy and tired, debating whether to order these delicious looking cranberry candies I saw on this $40 Day show on the Food Network. The things look tasty. I think I'm just in the mood to buy something on the internets but I can't think of anything to get.

Except for a wallet that looks like it was made out of bacon.

So it's either candies or bacon wallet.

My room

feels like the goddamn devil's sauna. I don't know what happened but today it is horrendously hot and when I climb the staircase I can actually feel my pores preparing to gush sweat as the heat intensifies. On the bright side, it's almost five and it should be cooling down soon.

Wow, did I have a birthday. A marvelous one! I think a record amount of people remembered (thanks, Myspace!) and I got a few tremedously awesome gifts, including two luscious DVD box sets (thanks Mike), one ominous Darth Vader print by artist John Loter (thanks Charles), several signed birthday cards and a reserve for Harvest Moon DS (thanks again, Charles), a gorgeous necklace (thanks Mum), a wireless Guitar Hero controller customized with Venture Bros stickers (thanks Dave), and a Monarch henchman customized My Little Pony (thank you Mollie) which I shall post pictures of sometime soon. Also, add one midnight showing of Snakes on a Plane (thank you Sam Jackson, for being you).

Anyway. Just had to say it's hotter than hell in my room and I'm not going to take it anymore.

I've Been Shot!

I would like everyone to know that I lead a glamorous lifestyle. Glamorous enough to have paparazzi-style photographs taken of me whenever I enter the public. Observe:





Actually, I was spotted by a group of Dave's coworkers while having lunch with Charles. I like how this happens right as I'm thinking to myself, "Dave and I should come here for lunch sometime. I think he gets a long lunch break." Also, while shoveling noodles into my my mouth uncouthly, I thought, "Boy, it's a good thing no one is watching me eat this way".

So much for that.

All I know is that from now on, I'm looking over my shoulder whenever I'm in Irvine or any surrounding area.

ATTENTION

HELLO WORLD. LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE IS UTTERLY AMAZING.

And you know what, World? You're amazing. Seriously. Give yourself a round of applause. You deserve it.

Ugghhh

Today is one of those days where, from the moment you wake up, it sucks. Not in any exceedingly prominent way, but in a very dull, depressing way. For starters, it's been terribly gloomy out all day. Dark and gloomy. I spent my entire day in my room watching cartoons after a fitful night of sleep and a series of bizarre dreams. No one called me and I haven't eaten much in two days due to being busy and stressed. Actually, I lied. I ate something a half hour ago but since my stomach isn't used to eating anything except for english muffins and guacamole over a forty-eight hour period, it's hurting somethin' fierce. After all this, throw in a ton of worry over someone I care about deeply into the mix, and you've got a great recipe for feeling awful.


Also the one dream I feel I can share was one where I was on the Sailing Ship Columbia (the pirate-esque ship at Disneyland) on the sea with the crew from Pirates of the Caribbean. As part of a big spectacle set up for the 50th Anniversary, the ship flew out of the water, leaving a trail of pixie dust behind (for anyone who has even been on the Peter Pan ride, think of the way the ship looks flying over Mermaid Lagoon towards the end of the ride). So the ship zooms forward and it's just me and Jack Sparrow on it, although I'm dressed up like Elizabeth Swann (score). The ship heads towards Disneyland, taking these huge playful dives and twirls down Main Street, freaking the crap out of the Disney guests below. The ship heads for the Rivers of America and plunges into the water, right in front of a screen set-up for the premiere of the Pirates movie. I remember thinking, "I wonder if I can pass for a convincing Keira Knightley with short hair". Meanwhile for some reason Jack and I are tied up over the water for no real reason. The audience is "ooing" and "aahing" at the spectacle, when suddenly, GIANT TENTACLES reach out from the river and towards the guests. The Kraken! Everyone screams and runs. When it is silent again, a producer pops out of nowhere, yells "That's a wrap!" and gets us down while revealing the clever new Kraken special effect they set up.

That was a weird one. The strange thing was it was all so convincing. Even the Kraken effect didn't look super real, but real enough to be something Disney Imagineers could accomplish.

Boy, this entry sure was one big happy sunshiney pick-me-up, wasn't it? Sorry everyone.

Mmm... Lemon squares

I had a dream the other night that I was the Flash and I had to save the rest of the Justice League from evil, and then I was myself again and I went into the kitchen and I baked lemon squares with Dr. Girlfriend.

... I think I'm experiencing some heavy subconscious Comic Con withdrawl.