... and completely unprepared for a) the Japanese quiz; b) going home this afternoon!

Referenced shamelessly from the November Myojo: this product of my boredom.

Seven projects done, y'all.

Also that last painting was definitely done in record time. I kind of amaze myself.

( This would be my entry for the Walk-a-thon logo contest. )

Given that I have had the same image in my head for two days straight, why was it really so imperative that I sketch it out at this ungodly hour? But I couldn't sleep, I couldn't, despite the two AM and the trying ever so hard, and I did finally resign myself to the inevitable and dig up my sketchbook, and it doesn't look too horrible, I don't ( Read more... )

( Icons, because no, of course I don't have anything else like reading and book-obtaining I'm supposed to be doing, you silly person you. )

Verily, t'is more artspam, because Emilys are oh-so-easily amused and this program is terribly addictive.

This is music, and it was intended to be darker and far more blue involved and much less boring, but it had rather strong objections and eventually I gave up and let it be what it wanted. It's interesting - music is definitely more feathery ( Read more... )

Hope is the thing with feathers...

Exhibit A: why Emily should not attempt to draw except with pencil and paper.

Proper illustration soon, Megan, promise.

... probably not tonight. It's not so much that I'm tired as that Littlebrother isn't - and, given that watching whatever I'm doing seems to be his new favorite pasttime, I've a feeling he'd ask inconvenient questions...

( This is what happens when I'm bored. )