June172010
"Can I let my breath out?"
Oliver Queen and Hal Jordan. I will forever maintain the best superhero team-up ever. (Also my otp but omfg we’re not even going to talk about that.)
I was inspired on the bus home from work. I was originally looking forward to a nap and a quick bite to eat, but instead I got home and spent a couple of hours churning this thing out.
Acrylics on unmounted canvas.
I swear I haven’t actually finished an acrylic painting in nearly three years, and I just pushed out two in a week. Huh. Lets see where this takes me.

"Can I let my breath out?"

Oliver Queen and Hal Jordan. I will forever maintain the best superhero team-up ever. (Also my otp but omfg we’re not even going to talk about that.)

I was inspired on the bus home from work. I was originally looking forward to a nap and a quick bite to eat, but instead I got home and spent a couple of hours churning this thing out.

Acrylics on unmounted canvas.

I swear I haven’t actually finished an acrylic painting in nearly three years, and I just pushed out two in a week. Huh. Lets see where this takes me.

June32010
I will be honest with you right now: I am not a Superman fan. Like, at all.
Okay, actually, I really like Superman as a supporting character (for example Kingdom Come god yes). But off the top of my head I can only name two Superman-only comics that I actually liked: Red Son, and A Superman for All Seasons (possibly because I love Loeb and Sale?)
Mostly I think he’s a wank.
Also, Captain Marvel could kick his butt any day of the week—even Wednes—any day.
But this is the wonder of Dead Week discussions on comic books in the college cafeteria.
Awesome.

I will be honest with you right now: I am not a Superman fan. Like, at all.

Okay, actually, I really like Superman as a supporting character (for example Kingdom Come god yes). But off the top of my head I can only name two Superman-only comics that I actually liked: Red Son, and A Superman for All Seasons (possibly because I love Loeb and Sale?)

Mostly I think he’s a wank.

Also, Captain Marvel could kick his butt any day of the week—even Wednes—any day.

But this is the wonder of Dead Week discussions on comic books in the college cafeteria.

Awesome.

May312010
There’s a gay joke in there.
I live in a poorly drawn world where everything has a homoerotic implication.
Actually, this is just due to a conversation about a Green Arrow action figure I picked up at work today. It’s the TRU exclusive DC Comics 75 Years of Super Power edition (with the totally awesome but slightly gay button of Green Arrow and Green Lantern). He comes with a fist arrow. A fist arrow. Just—let me repeat that so you can fully grasp it. A fist arrow.
It’s bad enough that I already, despite my occasional insistence that I some things are sacred, like things in the DCU, ship Hal Jordan and Oliver Queen pretty ahrd. But then Mattel has to throw this in my face. A fist arrow.
A fist arrow.
Once more before I go:
A fist arrow.

There’s a gay joke in there.

I live in a poorly drawn world where everything has a homoerotic implication.

Actually, this is just due to a conversation about a Green Arrow action figure I picked up at work today. It’s the TRU exclusive DC Comics 75 Years of Super Power edition (with the totally awesome but slightly gay button of Green Arrow and Green Lantern). He comes with a fist arrow. A fist arrow. Just—let me repeat that so you can fully grasp it. A fist arrow.

It’s bad enough that I already, despite my occasional insistence that I some things are sacred, like things in the DCU, ship Hal Jordan and Oliver Queen pretty ahrd. But then Mattel has to throw this in my face. A fist arrow.

A fist arrow.

Once more before I go:

A fist arrow.

May282010
I saw it again today. In the blackberry bushes outside of the building. It was eating something undiscernable. Sometimes I think it wants me to see it. It waits for me. It acknowledges me. What did I do to deserve this?

I saw it again today. In the blackberry bushes outside of the building. It was eating something undiscernable. Sometimes I think it wants me to see it. It waits for me. It acknowledges me. What did I do to deserve this?

May272010
I guess the hardest part of the whole ordeal was spending all of that time waiting for you to save me, and then you never showed up.
I can try to forgive you, though. If I ever get to see you again.

I guess the hardest part of the whole ordeal was spending all of that time waiting for you to save me, and then you never showed up.

I can try to forgive you, though. If I ever get to see you again.

May262010
I am seriously fascinated with the idea that a person could create a concept so vivid and lifelike on the mental plane that it eventually comes to existence in the real world. Sometimes I’m a little bit scared that the amount of time I’ve spent dwelling on the Slender Man could potentially have this effect. I have to keep drawing him. I’m consumed by this idea, and I have to get him out of my head or I’ll never sleep again, god help me.

I am seriously fascinated with the idea that a person could create a concept so vivid and lifelike on the mental plane that it eventually comes to existence in the real world. Sometimes I’m a little bit scared that the amount of time I’ve spent dwelling on the Slender Man could potentially have this effect. I have to keep drawing him. I’m consumed by this idea, and I have to get him out of my head or I’ll never sleep again, god help me.

May232010
Since I originally wanted to use my Tumblr to post art, I figured I should get on that. Even if it is art of a—ahem—dubious origin.
So, the back story, right?
I was walking through 500 (which is what we call our back of house at TRU. It actually dates back from long before I started working there, when it was straight aisles from front to back of the store, as opposed to the broken weird layout we have now, and the back of house was literally where “aisle 500” would be, or something like that. Anyway, since when I started there were a lot of people who have worked their for five or more years, the name stuck.) and I kind of heard this weird sound.
It’s not unusual to hear weird things back there. Specifically, in the CC section, which stretches over the Imaginarium and R’ Zone upstairs, that’s where the air conditioner and stuff is, so there’s a lot of weird noises. Added to the noises from downstairs, and the walls are thin, so wind and rain sound freaky back there. But it is that stretch of shelving that has been rumoured to be haunted. I’ve known people who swear by it, but I’ve also known people who swear that it couldn’t be.
But I heard this almost airy exhalation. If you’ve ever hear a “hissing arthropod” I’d compare it to that. Arthropods don’t actually have vocal chords, so they can’t have voices, but there are some that can do this weird thing with air. There are several species of tarantulas that can push air through their chelicerae and create this awful “hissing sound.” If I had to compare what I heard to something earthly, it would be that sound.
So I hear this sound, and at first I kind of look at my sapphire (those are our scanners) but it’s acting normally. And I look up, and in between these two carseat boxes, this thing is just sitting there. It smiled at me with it’s odd mouth, and I heard the sound again. The eyes were sunk back in it’s head, small tar-black circles.
But it was the hand that I will never forget, even over its disproportionally large head. It had a tiny shriveled black hand, like it was wearing a child’s pitchers glove. I don’t know how long it was there, because I turned and ran. I ran until I was clear into Imaginarium, and when I was surrounded by customers I was forced to stop thinking about it.
But now I know it’s up there.
Waiting.
BIG HEAD TINY GLOVE

Since I originally wanted to use my Tumblr to post art, I figured I should get on that. Even if it is art of a—ahem—dubious origin.

So, the back story, right?

I was walking through 500 (which is what we call our back of house at TRU. It actually dates back from long before I started working there, when it was straight aisles from front to back of the store, as opposed to the broken weird layout we have now, and the back of house was literally where “aisle 500” would be, or something like that. Anyway, since when I started there were a lot of people who have worked their for five or more years, the name stuck.) and I kind of heard this weird sound.

It’s not unusual to hear weird things back there. Specifically, in the CC section, which stretches over the Imaginarium and R’ Zone upstairs, that’s where the air conditioner and stuff is, so there’s a lot of weird noises. Added to the noises from downstairs, and the walls are thin, so wind and rain sound freaky back there. But it is that stretch of shelving that has been rumoured to be haunted. I’ve known people who swear by it, but I’ve also known people who swear that it couldn’t be.

But I heard this almost airy exhalation. If you’ve ever hear a “hissing arthropod” I’d compare it to that. Arthropods don’t actually have vocal chords, so they can’t have voices, but there are some that can do this weird thing with air. There are several species of tarantulas that can push air through their chelicerae and create this awful “hissing sound.” If I had to compare what I heard to something earthly, it would be that sound.

So I hear this sound, and at first I kind of look at my sapphire (those are our scanners) but it’s acting normally. And I look up, and in between these two carseat boxes, this thing is just sitting there. It smiled at me with it’s odd mouth, and I heard the sound again. The eyes were sunk back in it’s head, small tar-black circles.

But it was the hand that I will never forget, even over its disproportionally large head. It had a tiny shriveled black hand, like it was wearing a child’s pitchers glove. I don’t know how long it was there, because I turned and ran. I ran until I was clear into Imaginarium, and when I was surrounded by customers I was forced to stop thinking about it.

But now I know it’s up there.

Waiting.

BIG HEAD TINY GLOVE

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