I used to be all obsessed like alot of other art-dorks about little furry rodents and whathaveyou. But now my tastes lean more towards rough and tumble animals like porcupines, wolves, owls and crows and $h!t. Embracing my inner evils... being that I keep them under such harsh lock and key lately.
I got out of working later tonight, yesterday(main guy broke a tooth, and i said i had something to do). So I could trek down to see max(and possibly derick) for a day or two... but when I woke up I felt bad and called in and said I could work. So now Ill be KILLING MYSELF and driving down after work tonight. Im too nice to bail. I drew a rack of little doodles in max's sketchbook last night... totally need to act like scanning em.
best shot of the night. scary bastard. rest here
i have a card reader now, so needless to say i shoot photos all day everyday.
ps: don't worry pixar, just because we'd rather bang them doesnt mean we dont still LOVE you. Anticipation for a film hasnt been this strong for me since... i dunno when. Rotoscoping or not. Looks amazing.
