Someone in Skype brought up Pokémon gijinka, and I decided to draw one for the @rocknrollskitty account on Twitter. Click for full view.

Done for illustration class. We had to paint a cryptid from a list in acrylic paints.

Ogopogo is the monster of Okanagan Lake. I used to have him on a sweatshirt when I was a kid, but that one was a lot cuter than the one I painted.

It’s less of a sketch dump and more of a sketch thrown handful.

Sometimes at two in the morning I agree to draw things for people.

I finished the map of my forest pocket plane. Its proper name is Stumpfungus, the Corrupted Garden because I’m so d&d like that.

It’s big, so as usual click for full view.

Process album: http://imgur.com/a/Ac7QV

You know how sometimes you get a really great idea while you’re lying in bed–especially after you’ve just woken up in the middle of the night–and it’s really frustrating because there’s nowhere to write it down and you know you’re just going to completely forget it overnight?

I started keeping pencils on my nightstand so I could scribble down whatever genius ideas I had on the wall at the head of my bed. So far all I’ve learned is that the later the hour gets, the more intelligent really stupid ideas start to sound.

Today I woke up to “stump fungus” scrawled above my head.

Commuting home from drawing studio was a nightmare. On a related note, here are reccuring dreams of mine that I find really annoying:

- I’m at the grocery stores, buying groceries. When I get to the checkout to pay, I realize I’ve forgotten one important item. I go back to get it, end up doing something else, and return to the checkout to realize I’ve forgotten the same item again. This continues indefinitely until I wake up, or until the store closes and I’m forced to go home empty-handed.

- I’m coming home from school. I keep getting on buses and transferring between them, but for some reason I just can’t remember the number of the bus that I’m supposed to get on in order to go home. I end up circling downtown for hours. Bonus points if I dream that I need to get home quickly to do homework that’s due the next day.

- It’s winter holidays. I forgot that I’m enrolled in school. I haven’t been attending all year.

- Every single time I inhale, it’s a yawn.

d’oh

Another page out of my sketchbook. Click for full view.

Update: I coloured the cute little bastard.

Preliminary sketches for an illustration project about the world’s smallest teddy bear. He is being tucked in with some tweezers.

(1:42:25 AM) Morroze: i think fish rage just has to do with tank size actually
(1:42:29 AM) Morroze: and not enough hideplace
(1:42:32 AM) xxxxx: mine is not crowded!!!
(1:42:39 AM) xxxxx: i only have one inch of fish per gallon
(1:42:42 AM) Morroze: ye
(1:42:43 AM) xxxxx: less than that actually
(1:42:44 AM) xxxxx: only 8 fish
(1:42:47 AM) xxxxx: and 10 gallon tank
(1:43:03 AM) xxxxx: i should probably put anothe rplant thing in it tho
(1:43:08 AM) Morroze: good your fish will not shoot up the school then
(1:43:10 AM) Morroze: *rimshot*

I need to go to bed, but I just showered about 45 minutes and decided to kill time while I wait for my hair to dry by doing a quick painting. So here’s Amika, with a slightly more realistic hair and skin tone.

I haven’t really done anything that I’ve been aching to show off this week. So here’s a page I ripped out of my sketchbook instead.

Click for full view.

School was alright; I gave my proposal presentation for my Cultural Theory paper on why My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is deconstructing gender binaries in our society through its male fanbase (because the cartoon’s male fans are unabashedly revelling in rainbow glitter sparkle cupcake pony gloriousness). I even got to go into the etymology and semiotics of Bronies.

Afterwards, I finally bought winter concealer–I need two shades; one for summer and one for when my tan falls off. This is always a bit of a shameful experience, because I have a really difficult time finding a shade of “pale” that matches my corpselike default complexion. After trying out samplers of foundations with such flattering names as Ice Queen and Ivory Blanc, I had to settle on Rimmel #000 You Should Get Your Circulatory System Checked.

So I bought some silver-white nail polish too, and to hell with not wearing white after labour day. I need to fake a skin tone, god damn it.

And then two drunk guys got off the bus and tried to steal a bike off a rack in broad daylight while some asian kid danced and lip-synched to whatever rap song was playing on his iPod.

Yeah.

That was my day.