stupid zombies, funny zombies, and a little roadtrip planning
Not much is going on around here right now. The sibling spent the night last weekend, and we watched some idiotic movie about a killer undead fast-food clown. It was really really bad. The movie adaptation of fanfic written by a twelve-year-old PotO fangirl would have been more suspenseful and better plotted than this was. I am now stupider for having watched it, because there is no possible way that the experience did not kill brain cells. On the upside, I got to pick what we watched next and introduced him to the joys of The Middleman, which recently showed up "On Demand." I talked him into it by starting with the trout-zombie episode, and we ended up watching all four episodes that were available, which helped wash the bad taste of the dumb horror movie out of my brain.
Anyway, since then there really hasn't been anything worth mentioning. Right now, I'm doing laundry and cooking pork. I have accumulated a few more odds and ends for the upcoming roadtrip, including a new sketchbook. I didn't really need a new sketchbook. In fact, there are lots of mostly empty sketchbooks lying around the house, and I've barely drawn anything at all in the past year. However, I figured that dedicating the new book to my roadtrip and promising myself that I would at least 2/3 fill it before coming home might kick-start the right side of my brain again. The trip doesn't start for another month, but I'm writing this here in order to make the plan official. Unless some pages stuck together, causing me to miscount, there are 94 sheets of paper in the book. Therefore, by the end of my trip, if there are fewer than 63 pages with a drawing on at least one side, then I have failed. There is no rule saying that every single drawing needs to be good, but it needs to exist. This is going to be the roadtrip of art and hiking.
Anyway, since then there really hasn't been anything worth mentioning. Right now, I'm doing laundry and cooking pork. I have accumulated a few more odds and ends for the upcoming roadtrip, including a new sketchbook. I didn't really need a new sketchbook. In fact, there are lots of mostly empty sketchbooks lying around the house, and I've barely drawn anything at all in the past year. However, I figured that dedicating the new book to my roadtrip and promising myself that I would at least 2/3 fill it before coming home might kick-start the right side of my brain again. The trip doesn't start for another month, but I'm writing this here in order to make the plan official. Unless some pages stuck together, causing me to miscount, there are 94 sheets of paper in the book. Therefore, by the end of my trip, if there are fewer than 63 pages with a drawing on at least one side, then I have failed. There is no rule saying that every single drawing needs to be good, but it needs to exist. This is going to be the roadtrip of art and hiking.