This is what it looks like. I was doodling a story about Internet love, international (nothing relating to my own personal life as I am perpetually single, but perhaps something that will one day resemble my own life as I may get too old to "go out" and meet people because older single people "going out" is gross/ looks depressing; I may have to have Internet love).
It kind of sucks/ looks like my nephew drew it, but I am not ashamed and I thought I would share. I am supposed to be writing an eblast for work, but I can't write about medical applications for smartphones now (what it is about) because I just rediscovered this box of markers and this website stereomood.com which is a lot of fun. (check it out.)
Also, dealing with things colour, check out this video. "Cupcake Canon." It appeals to all senses. It is amazing (and my preferred mode of "untimely" death).
CUPCAKE CANNON from kamp grizzly on Vimeo.
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1.11.09
Food? and lit faces

(Below)Rosetta Apple: I literally said "whaaaat" after I bit into this. This one may just twist the old "an apple a day keeps the doctor away" and send you straight to the hospital. (Left) The avocado: "Slimcado" - is another a mystery of modern food engineering, and the reason why I fear in vitro meat will soon be coming to market.


(Left) A sketch I did for the IFOA. Notice Big A's impeccably mimicked fro. A national treasure.
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6.8.08
Challenge Accepted.

For Sam, here is my interpretation of Breezy the singing bunny (complete with top hat and fangs to add a little imagistic representation).
24.7.08
I am SO vegetarian I...

I'm not a humanitarian. Nothing gets me more nauseated when people ask why I don't eat meat anymore, thinking I'm trying to save animals. Yes, it's bad that we eat them, but I have been eating them for years. I'd only be a hypocrite. I've only started to not eat it 3 weeks ago -- and I feel great.
However, I'm Italian, and last weekend my family found out. My grandmother thinks I'm on drugs, and some of my friends still think ham and chicken don't count.
I just don't like to eat hunks of flesh, yo. Kase and Jocey officially hate me now as I am a pain in the ass to go out to eat with because a) I'm calorie conscious, and now b) I don't eat half of the menu, and c) I'm po'. It's a journey, but so far I'm going strong.
Don't hate. Now for a little Elton. I love this vid. I haven't watched it in years. It is so gay, body painting, dancing in-canon -- love.
2.7.08
Childhood trauma surfaces as a skin rash.

A certain skin disease (circled) I call "balloon disease" has plagued my wrist for the past 4 weeks. It has faded, but all-in-all persists.
Some possible theories from family and friends include: 1) a rash, 2) allergies, 3) ring-worm, 4) psoriasis, 5) a bug bite. At first glance, a lot of people think it is a burn (but I would remember that one happening).
I went to the walk-in clinic two weeks ago to find out what it was. The result? Waiting two hours for my doctor to tell me that it was probably a rash or an allergic reaction or a bug bite. He told me if it was still there in two weeks, to come back. Ass.
So, I went to the professionals -- The Supremo Skinteam. They put a Scanned Proximity Force Microscope up to my skin rash and found what the rash looked like at 3 trillion times magnitude (pictured). They figured it was side effects from an emotionally traumatic birthday when I was a child (my birthday was exactly 4 weeks ago). The emotions have now surfaced in the form of a common birthday accessory. The Supremo team recommend I lay off cheap vanilla cake and primary colours.
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