Best Wife Ever
When your wife's reaction to your new-found love of drawing nude women is, "You should start a new site with the uncensored images called Dave's Stuff After Dark", that's a good wife!
When your wife's reaction to your new-found love of drawing nude women is, "You should start a new site with the uncensored images called Dave's Stuff After Dark", that's a good wife!

Sorry, this blog is too family-friendly to display my latest drawing in its full frontal glory.
I've known this girl named Alison for almost my whole life -- I guess we met in the first grade. She lived in the house on the corner of the street I grew up on. She was the first person in our second grade class to learn multiplication tables, and she taught them to me as the second (so there, Alison, there's proof you were smarter than me!). We were in almost every class together from then on. I made fun of her using "Yo, God!" as the opening to her application essay to Harvard (she got into Stanford ... OK, that's more proof). Our younger brothers were best friends, and I think she went to the prom with my eventual college roommate.
Skip forward to now ... we both live in Seattle (although not as close as when we were kids, but darned close). We're friends on "facebook" but despite our physical proximity, we don't have much besides our long-ago past in common.
Until now -- I was just browsing some new photos Alison put up on facebook from her recent birthday, and one of the gifts she got was a very nice fountain pen! As anyone who reads this blog knows, I've recently become quite a pen freak.
Anyway, I thought that was a funny coincidence -- you can take the kids out of Oklahoma, but once they get out, they'll just move to soggy Seattle and spend their money on pens.

Kind of a random choice, but I had the DVD box cover from "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" on my desk, so I tried to sketch Danny DeVito ... I guess it is an OK drawing, it just doesn't look like Danny ;-)

All those great plays, just to be reduced to a weird-eyed sketch.

Two attempts to sketch Mark Twain ... proving, perhaps, only that practice makes less imperfect, although Laurel says the first one is "more visually pleasing" so maybe practice makes for worse art. Left sketch done on approx. 8/8/2008; right on 8/16/2008.

Fat Speed Racer in "Trixie Ate the Last Pop-Tart!"

Just a random face sketch --- getting slightly better, I think.

My sketch of the Coop devil, taken from the picture Devil Smoking a Cigar with Crossing Wrenches. Coop and I were both born in 1968, both grew up in Tulsa, Oklahoma ... but that's about as far as the comparison can go, especially in art!
The new Jay and Jack vidcast from ComicCon is available. Fast forward to 14:15 ... who is that handsome, if portly, lad?

I always wondered how Speed Racer was able to win any races in the Mach 5 without any pit stops, given how heavy the car was, and the fact that he always had Spridle and Chim Chim in the trunk, adding even more weight. That car would get like 3 mpg in real life. Well, he better hope he doesn't have any junk in the trunk now, cuz Speed has packed on the pounds and is racing to the Kentucky Fried Chicken drive-thru! (I need to work on my proportions.)
Mum worries in an earlier comment that now that I've gone crazy buying myself pencils that there was nothing left for gift-giving occasions. Maybe so, but I wouldn't sneeze at either the "Ultraman" or "Joysticks" designs on this site.
Of course, there is always my Amazon wishlist for safe ideas.
Not that my birthday is anytime soon; you still have a few months to save up!

This is my latest (or first) sketch series, The Great Authors, featuring Fyodor M. Dostoevsky, George Orwell, and Ernest Hemingway. These men have now been forever immortalized by my poor drawing skills (and their timeless works).

Not knowing exactly when the ride picture would trigger (it's near the end), I did my famous "dumb guy" look through the entire Space Mountain ride ... I have to admit that it was difficult, as the Disneyland version of the ride is much better (as in darker, and with more "outer space" feel) than the Disney World version.
Of course, the dumb guy can strike anywhere (usually in a picture by Laurel), as you can see here, where the dumb guy is confused by how a tater can talk:

Laurel and I were downtown shopping today, and stopped into World Lux, Seattle's fountain pen and fancy watch store, and despite the fact that I was dressed in flip-flops, shorts, and an ESPN eat/sleep/watch T-shirt, I got pretty great service (I guess people in Seattle's higher-end shops have learned to deal with people who look like bums but can afford not to).
I finally got a real-life look at the Mont Blanc Leonardo Sketch Pen (actually, it is a mechanical pencil) I mentioned in an earlier post.
It was impressive; quite heavy and solid, incredibly thick pencil lead (5.5 mm as opposed to 0.5 mm in a typical mechanical pencil). Plus, it was a "bargain" at $315 ... so yeah, I ended up buying one.
Still looking for a Mont Blanc Dostoyevsky fountain pen; however, at more than $1000, probably not something I'd actually buy on a whim.