So, I've learned some things about myself and the WACOM \ Photoshop.
#1. I hate drawing hands and feet.
#2. Drawing plaid is NOT fun.
#3. My butt may be larger then I suspected, I am strangely okay with this.
#4. One day, I will get my broken nose fixed.
#5. Hannibal smells like my coffee, which means I should pour it out and get some more.
Is the drawing of someone in a mullet? That's as good a guess as I can make.
ReplyDeleteAnyways, hands and feet are the worst. Just don't give up like I did and promise yourself you'll never draw anything that didn't have claws ;)
Also, your nose is broken? I'd love to hear the story behind that if it's not a traumatic one. In exchange, I'll tell you my nose story -- I also have a bit of wonky 'schnoz
Uhm, I've broken it four times.
ReplyDelete#1.I walked into an extremely clean glass sliding door.
#2. I got into a fight at a 311 concert (I head-butted some chick who picked a fight with me after she grabbed my boyfriend and kissed him, we were all drunk, punches were tossed, one connected with my face, all the while "Amber" played, I found it to be funny)
#3. I was dune jumping on a friends '96 Ninja, pulled a superman over the handlebars and landed on my helmet. (lol)
#4. I recently tried to catch a heavy box from a top shelf. Box - 1 Me - 0
Your turn:D
(and no that's not a mullet, look closer)
Are you dating a psycho?
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Ha ha... how thoughtful(?) Pat, but I think I'll have to decline, thanks though.
ReplyDeleteI don't date anymore and my many reasons are probably already listed on your site.
toodles :)
Yowza. I think that if I looked up hardcore in the dictionary I'd see your picture. That's quite a lot of nose trauma you've suffered. Your poor beak!
ReplyDeleteMy story too is one of less awesomeness and more harrowing humiliation. When I was in high school, my friends and I used to eat lunch outside at a building on campus that had a wooden deck. This place was convienetly across from where many of the girls we liked hung out. Imagine that!
One day, I was walking on part of the deck that worked as a walkway around the narrow side of the building to the main deck. Unbeknownst to me, years of exposure to the elements and little repair had made the wooden planks on the deck loose.
I stepped down on a plank of wood that was no longer nailed to the cross beam on which it balanced. I ended up putting my whole weight on one end of the plank that had nothing below it to support the weight and nothing holding the other end of the plank in place except for gravity.
As a result,the plank swung up and slapped me right in the face, just like Sideshow Bob stepping on a rake.
*THWACK!* I go down, my glasses fly off my face, and I starting bleeding profusely. And of course, this all happens in plain view of the girls I would never have a hope of impressing ever again.
Although my nose looks fine from the outside, the nasal septum completely bent inside, almost collapsing one nostril.
Ouch! You gotta admit though, if you're gonna break a bone, you gotta do it with style, and you sir, did it with much style haha
ReplyDeleteYour lucky it doesn't show from the outside, I wear glasses and they don't fit right on my brim because of the break, its been broken left and right. It's the one thing I'd change about myself, in a heart beat.
You must have epic snores, mine are only wimpy whistles lol
Epic snores, yah. Breathe Right strips are a gift from heaven.
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't look like your nose is broken. You have a cute nose.
Also, I still can't tell what's in that picture. Any hints?