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16 Nov

I don’t really have words for this. But I do have a painting that I made of what my face was doing the entire three hours it was happening, and probably for a few more hours after that (except for the moments when I was screaming).


Oh and you know what else I have? Videos. Here just watch them. You will understand how I feel.

This first one is the first 30 seconds of the concert. A very special moment.

This one you’ve probably seen on Facebook. So I promised myself I would only take videos of five songs max so I could spend the rest of the time actually enjoying the concert. The Pretender was one of them. My Hero was another. They played them one after the other. IT WAS AWESOME.

Another song on my 5 Videos list: Monkey Wrench. ALL TEN MINUTES OF IT.

Here is a video of Dave Grohl head-banging near where we were standing to the intro of Pink Floyd’s “In the Flesh?” Taylor Hawkins sang. *swoon*

This is song Number 4 on my list: Best of You. Acoustic!

This song isn’t on the list. It’s a special number with a super secret guest performer. Alright IT’S JOAN JETT. JOAN JETT, YOU GUYS. I CAN’T. I JUST CAN’T.

And the last song on my list, the last song of the night, and what is probably going to be the last song of all of their concerts until the end of time: Everlong. (Oh and I should probably explain that at the beginning of the video, people were booing because some idiot threw a demo CD at Dave Grohl and it almost cost us this song. He was pretty miffed.)

Other songs that I didn’t take a video of but should have: Arlandria (my favourite from the new record), Breakout (classic), and Cold Day in the Sun (Taylor Hawkins *swoon*)

And that’s that. All in all: fuckin’ majestic, man. Just. Yeah.


Day 200: GDOM (My Head Exploded Edition)

19 Jul


Here, have a self-portrait.

Check out that totally accurate blood spatter.

So today and yesterday has been ridiculous. Let me just enumerate the things that have happened, shall I?

1. The Harry Potter comic that I did has gotten over 7,500 8,000 notes over at Tumblr. I mean, how?

EDIT: I just found out that Peter Tom has posted this thing on Reddit as well. And I am once again getting insane hits because that’s what Reddit means. Or something.

2. Somebody tweeted my Sansa Stark portrait to the actual Sansa Stark, Sophie Turner. And she thinks it’s amazing!!!!! With the power of 5 exclamation points!!!!!


3. I was a ~Featured Blog~ on WordPress today.


4. Somebody linked my Arya Stark portrait on Reddit and I think a few people have expressed the need to have a poster of it on their walls? So I guess I’m going to have to sell it now. As soon as I figure out how the internet works.


Day 197: Post-Potter Depression

16 Jul

You don’t understand. I’m not very good with goodbyes.

The End.

And nobody was happy ever again.

Day 196: GDOM (End of an Era Edition)

15 Jul

(Note: All Gratuitous Drawings of Myself shall henceforth be called GDOM’s because lazy)

So I saw the last Harry Potter movie.

And as expected, this was what happened.

Also, Alan Rickman for all the awards.

Day 193: Gratuitous Drawing of Myself (I Need A Haircut Edition)

12 Jul

I need a haircut.

I need a haircut.

I need a haircut.

Day something: New Toy

22 Jun

A few people have asked me to explain the circumstances surrounding this post. Or, what was the cause of the heartbreak that caused last week’s sudden hiatus, and why was the post tagged Simon Pegg?

It’s a long and complicated story filled with surprise, failure, and extreme emotion, and I didn’t want to bore you/have to give a detailed account of the painful experience, as if I were a pre-teen pouring out her feelings onto the internet. But since some of you asked, that’s what’s going to happen now. I apologize because this blog is about to become Livejournal-y in a second.

A Bittersweet Encounter

Basically, I had been told that my whole fangirly moment with Simon Pegg was going to be immortalized in video. Which made me very happy indeed. Some bouncing around in the bookstore may have occurred. Only afterwards, it was found that the video equipment had malfunctioned and none of it was captured on tape. I was pretty upset.

Okay, I was devastated.

The feeling was comparable to a particularly vile break-up. Because apparently I am a drama queen now. I got over it eventually. But not without some help from my favorite method of therapy: the buying-stuff-to-ease-the-pain method. I didn’t buy myself some clothes or shoes though. Nope, I got me a brand new toy.

Meet Tim, the drawing tablet. (FYI, Tim is the name of Simon Pegg's character in the tv series SPACED. I have now also named my scanner Daisy, after another character in the series whom Tim lives with, because my scanner and my tablet will be living together forever from now on. Basically, Tim + Daisy = ❤ forever.)

Up until last week, all my drawings had been done in pencil and then scanned and then edited on Photoshop. Tim eliminates a whole bunch of steps and allows me to draw straight to PS, which is very handy indeed. I didn’t get to play with Tim until 4 days later though when the weekend rolled around because all my weeknights had been spent on a freelance project, the moolah from which was going to pay for said tablet and possibly a new phone.

Clearly, making money is a valid excuse for not having the time to post anything on here. Yes, I do believe I am excused.

So then on the weekend, I had been well enough emotionally, and had a bit of time to experiment with Tim. It was tough. And very frustrating. It was a whole new way of drawing and thinking. I had to train myself to not look at my hand when I draw. I had to look at the screen while my hand was drawing on the tablet and it was annoying and needed a lot of getting used to. So I started off with easy stuff. Writing my name, free doodling, etc.

Apparently, my subconscious is a Lionel Ritchie fan.

Then when I sort of got the hang of it, I drew my first real and complete doodle: this beast. Which Peter Tom then decided to post onto Reddit. Consequently, I got the most hits in the history of the Epic Year Project that day, which was more than triple the previous record. So thanks, P.T. You are a true friend.

My freelance job extended over into the next week and today is the first day that I am able to finally doodle and post.

That pretty much covers what I had been up to the past 10 days or so. Now to the good bit.

Raise your hand if you watch Game of Thrones. Where my Winterfell bitches at?!

game of thrones bran stark

"I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples, bastards, and broken things."

Bran is my favorite. Tyrion comes next. And then Jon Snow. I think I want to draw all of them. Ayisse requested for Daenerys so I might have to draw her as well. I’ve been missing a lot of days on this blog lately so I’m planning on making up for it by power doodling in the weekend.

Also, this drawing looks entirely different from my usual doodles. Which is annoying. At the rate I’m going, I am never going to develop my own style. People are not going to be able to tell that I was the one who drew something unless I sign it. Speaking of which, I sort of designed a signature type thing that I could paste onto my drawings. Well, it wasn’t so much designed as it was hastily sketched while learning basic hand-eye coordination when drawing with a tablet. I may change it down the line but for now, I like it.

And that’s all I have for you today. This post is too long anyway.

See you next time!

Day 170: A True Story About the Highlight of my Nerd Life

19 Jun

Days 159-160: Gratuitous Drawing of Myself: It’s Too Hot Edition

9 Jun

It’s too hot.

I’ve been trying, and failing, to draw the Mutant Husbands for the past two days. Drawing real people to look like their real selves requires arm movement and hand-eye coordination that is just not possible in this heat.

We moved into this apartment in the dead of winter and the only thing that mattered then was that there was heat. We only just realized, now that it’s 700 degrees out, that there is no AC in this apartment. We don’t even have an electric fan. Whistling for wind doesn’t work here either, for some reason.

I can’t. I just can’t.

So I know I promised portraits of the Mutant Husbands, but seeing as I am in a heat-induced drawing rut, here is a quick animation of a doodle of what I look like right now instead. Because I couldn’t draw the Mutant Husbands. Because it’s too hot.

It's too hot.

I’m going to take another cold shower now.

See you next time.

Day 145: Happy Towel Day!

25 May

Hey friends! In case you don’t know what Towel Day is, it is celebrated every May 25 as a tribute to the late great author genius, Douglas Adams. He wrote one of my favorite books of all time: The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. It’s called Towel Day because in the Hitchhiker books, it is said that a towel,

“is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-bogglingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.”

If you read through all that, congratulations and I love you because you are a true friend hahaha.

In honor of Towel Day, I made this thing.

This is Arthur Dent, unwilling hitchhiker, clutching his towel and trying real hard not to panic.

Also, over at Tumblr, people are celebrating Towel Day by posting pictures of themselves with their towels. So here’s a bonus picture of yours truly with my towel. It is blue and soft and it smells nice.


That’s all! Happy Towel Day and see you tomorrow!


25 May

My sister and I saw the Arctic Monkeys at Central Park. This is how I feel about it.


Before I get into my flaily review, let me just get the boring ole productive thing out of the way. Here it is.

It's a monkey wearing a parka. Because it's cold in the arctic. Shhh just take it.

Okay now that that’s done, let’s move on to the review.

It was fantastic. End of review.

Have some shaky videos!

The first song was “A View from the Afternoon.” Notice at about the 42 second mark where the video suddenly goes black? That’s the moment I got hit by a mini wall of death. For those who don’t know what a wall of death is, click here. It was only a few people so it wasn’t that bad.

“I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor.” I think it was right after this song that a wayward crowd surfer kicked me in the face. It was awesome.

“When the Sun Goes Down” was one of the songs in the encore. It was my favorite out of everything. And the audience was amazing and fun and friendly and gaaaaaah it was a very very good night overall.

Oh and take a look at this.

Drummer Matt Helders has been known to have random slogans written on his drum skin in electric tape. The most notable ones are "The Funk Might Fracture Your Nose," "Guilty Feet Have Got No Rhythm" and "Agile Beast." This time though, he has a photo of what looks like frontman Alex Turner relaxing on a bear skin rug. Things like this kill me and I don't know why.

But my favorite part of the entire night happened before the Arctic Monkeys even got on stage.

You see, there comes a time in every man’s life (I’m so tempted to not continue this sentence for inside joke purposes but I shall forge ahead) when one just doesn’t like what they hear on the radio anymore. I thought I had reached that point (with me clinging to bands that I listened to in high school and college like Weezer and Jimmy Eat World and Foo Fighters) until very recently when I started listening to the radio again after, what, 5 years? And I find that I still really like radio. And I had discovered new bands that do not annoy me or aren’t too hipster or weird. Bands that have catchy choruses and songs that I can dance to.

One such band is The Vaccines. I recently linked a couple of my friends to one of their songs because I liked it enough to enter said song into infinitelooper.com so I could listen to it over and over for an entire day. I get like that with songs. Don’t judge.

Anyway. THEY WERE THE SURPRISE OPENING ACT FOR THE ARCTIC MONKEYS. Well, it was a surprise to me because I got the Arctic Monkeys tickets a couple of months ago with no knowledge of who was going to open for them. And then The Vaccines get on stage and I just freaked. The fuck. Out. In my head. Not outwardly. Because I’m a proper lady. Anyway. Here’s a video.

It made me so happy that when we were leaving after the concert and we passed the booth where they were selling Arctic Monkeys merchandise, I got a Vaccines t-shirt. Here it is!

It is so soft and it makes me happy.

That is all!

See you later, innovator!

Hahaha see what I did there? (In case you don’t, those are lyrics from the Arctic Monkeys song “Brianstorm.” I’m so clever sometimes.)