Drunken Sketch Monkey Kung-Fu

All right y'all. I apologize for the super-serious and depressing blog last time. I'll try to make things a little lighter, starting right now.

A couple of times in the past month Stan and I have gone out after work, and after a couple of drinks, I opened the sketchbook and this is the result.


These were done with a simple .5mm mechanical pencil with HB leads. The first is a jam Stan & I did. He then followed up with a Reaper Goddess. The rest was kind of a blur. More next time.

-Dane

Gone

Howdy, y'all. Well, as the title of this entry suggests, I'm leaving. But I'm only leaving town, and it's only for a week. I'm heading south to Victoria, just because I can. I went there a few times and just fell in love with the city, so I go back whenever I can. The last time was a year ago. So, I'll leave you with some art, and when I come back, some new stuff along with (hopefully) some news of an upcoming webcomic. So, art.


Damon von Teufel. Not sure where to put him (as in, "what genre?") , but I like drawing him.

LOGAN!

Being bored at work sometimes brings up stuff like this: the "Righteous Sword of the Name" and the "Faith of the Fallen". And I'm fully aware that that is a title of one of Terry Goodkind's Sword of Truth series (my favorite book in the series actually).


Throwback. My Dogg Trevor wanted me to do this one.


Short but sweet.


Aiight, I'll see y'all in a week.

-Dane

It WAS A Good Day...

Yeah, so my weekend now starts on Monday. Which is alright, I guess.

So Monday night, I roll over to my Dogg's place, and we jam on some Guitar Hero, pounding back the forties, even smoking a little somethin' somethin'. I passed out. Hard. Straight back onto my boi's patio. We had a good laugh about it after. It was a good day.

Fast forward to last night, back at the slave pits (aka Denny's), when from 10pm until 1am it was busy. Didn't start my prep work until one (which SUXX!); didn't finish, because at 3:30, while dicing bacon, I sliced off about half of the fingernail of my left index finger. It still throbs, and it's hard to type with my finger wrapped in thick gauze. The bleeding was hard to stop, but my girl Venassa was there to help. She was a rock. Huge props to her.

Well, hard to type, getting sleepy from the bloodloss, so time to go. Art below.

L8r, g8rs!