Welp, that's 60 consecutive days of drawing! I'm taking tomorrow off from posting while I pick my next project. Thanks for looking!
There's no virus like the T-Virus. Or G-Virus. Or... Well, never mind. I guess there are several strains the farther down the rabbit-hole of Resident Evil games you might go.
My husband, Chris Friesen, follows his every interest and goal with a steadfast determination that I've never seen in anyone else. He's an amazing self-taught filmmaker and VFX artist. It is my privilege to work with him on our films. His level of discipline and focus is remarkable. He reminds me that interest and inspiration alone aren't enough: if I want to make a thing, I have to do the work to make the thing, not just talk about it.
I have a one-sided love-hate relationship with Steven Moffat, writer of Sherlock and Doctor Who and a bunch of other things. He keeps crushing my heart... And I keep watching.
Spongebob. We have a couple of the boxed sets. I'm not ashamed.
Rotary phones: I kind of miss the solidity of spinning a rotary dial, the thick heavy plastic handset, and the strident lovely ringtone. Calling someone could be time-consuming, especially if the person you were calling had a lot of 0s in their number. Here's some instructional videos if you've never experienced the joy of using a rotary phone.
I only know of one Pokemon: Pikachu. I'm assuming that's the one that all the frikking casuals like me knows.
I love apples. They're the perfect snack.
Hobbes is the president of G.R.O.S.S. Get Rid Of Slimy girlS.
Chris got me a beautiful Canadian La Patrie classical guitar for my last birthday. Now I just have to learn to play it.
Well, that's a dark prompt. My little niece looks at this blog!
That being said, the guillotine seems kind of neat.