Friends

This is a Christmas gift for famira. She wanted something with the Tuskarr. Merry (early) Christmas!

Preview:



( Becoming an honorary Tuskarr requires undergoing several trials. )

Materials: Pencil, tablet, photoshop

-Wyna

WAAAAH -- I got my package from Dana Gould today and OH. MY. GOD. Not only did he send me his CD, he sent me BOTH of his CDs AND a copy of his DVD AND A CHRISTMAS CARD.

BRB, FROTHING AT THE MOUTH WITH JOY.

Last night Jess and I took a trip out to my brother's dorm because she needed some photos for reference for her final in her anatomy class. So he wrangled up four of his friends who were willing to take off their shirts and let us take photos. So we're taking photos of Christian-college boys in nothing but jeans like some WWJD Calvin Klein ad when another of Matt's friends walks in to the room. From where he enters, he can't see Jess and I looking at her sketches in the corner and just sees five of his friends standing around shirtless and chatting.

"WHAT. Is going ON?" is in fact the correct response to that.

WHAT. WHAT. WHAT WHAT WHAT.

THIS IS SADISM. THIS SEASON OH MY GOD THIS FUCKING SEASON. I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS SHIT.

How long do we have to wait until the next season? GOD DAMMIT. I MIGHT HAVE TO READ THAT LATEST SHITTY BOOK TO HOLD ME OVER. Like an alcoholic guzzling cough syrup.

THANKS, ASSHOLES.

I overheard this in Trader Joe's this evening.

"Once you get on that site it just sucks you in."
"And it's just pictures of cats?"
"With captions. Their diction is terrible but you get used to it."

Heather is a goddess who drove us four hours in POURING FUCK RAIN up to Hollywood last night to see the best comedy show ever. Oh my GOD what a lineup. I'm sort of kicking myself for being a pussy and not having a decent conversation with Greg Behrendt after the show because I'm pretty sure he recognized me from the show in April AND he complimented my hair. What I was avoiding was being a creep and going "HEY DO YOU REMEMBER ME?" because UH, he's a BUSY DUDE and I wouldn't expect him to remember me. So instead it went like this.

Me: Thanks for a great show, fantastic set!
Him: ::curious look of recognition:: Thanks for coming! Love the hair!
Me: You too! You're looking great. Super hot! ::runs off to catch up with friends, waving::
Him: ::vaguely startled look::

It might not have helped that our group was outed to the audiance when Greg Fitzsimmons got in Aaron's face saying, "One guy out with four lesbians? You've got to have shaved your balls." WE LAUGHED SO HARD HEATHER HAD TO USE HER INHALER TWICE. XD

Aside from being a creeper, I did manage to catch Dana Gould who was who I really wanted to see since he's way up there on my list and I've never seen him live. The venue turned out to be TINY TINY TINY. Like... I don't know, fifty people at most? So that was amazing even if it was shitty because it was a charity show. But anyway I approached Dana after the show to give him my fan love and ask if he was doing CDs at all... but no luck. HOWEVER. What he does is get out his blackberry and ask for my email address. He sends me a message from his personal email so that I can send him my mailing address and he can send me a CD for free. THIS IS SO AWESOME.

So yeah. We got home at 3 AM. Heather is a hero, my life is a happy place. And now I cross my fingers that my fansquee response to his email doesn't make him instead take out some sort of restraining order.

In other news, my company 'Christmas party' was thursday night. This entailed getting kicked out of Whiskey Girl downtown at 1 AM and waking up, STILL DRUNK, at 11 AM on a friday in a suite in the Hard Rock hotel. The boss gave the secretary and I the day off and a Christmas bonus. XD I love my job sometimes.

To anyone who is going to ALA:

Does anyone have a long auburn/orangeish/brownish wig that we can borrow for this character( the girl in the back)? It'll only be for a little while on Friday.