All Knowledge...

...is worth having.
Probably about an hour of concentrated work, spread finely over a weekend, a devo or two, and a meeting. Nekkid bishi with art nouveau hair!

How Very Traditionalist of Me

I have a new fictive crush.
His name is Sam Vimes.
Yes. The copper.
He's cerebral and clever and has way too many bad habits, including being a natural knurd.
I need to get away from liking reformed alcoholics.
Heh.
HUB-serve!
Are you my cow?
'Buglit!'
Tee hee.
If you get my knee-deep fic-references, you are as bad as I am, and SHAME ON YOU!

Losing No Faith

In case you were wondering.
These are for you. In order, we have:
1. Study after WJSolha's 'Study in Gold,' only, without the beard. Seriously, have you ever tried painting facial hair in watercolour? It is a pain. As evidenced by
2. The Tricolour. Yes. I would like to say it was influenced by some real feeling of revolutionary right, as moved by something pontificating like The Rights of Man, or even by Les Misérables, but I think we all know that I just really, really like Enjolras. *blushes* Next we have
3. a WIP, the preliminary sketch of a study after Michelangelo Buonaroti (sic?). It will, eventually, be in oils, if I am not entirely embarrassed by it, more WIPs may be forthcoming. If I can be arsed. And, speaking of studies after Renaissance masters, I figured
4. this would be in order. It's a study of the hand from Leonardo da Vinci's Lady with an Ermine. This is also a WIP, first underpainting. Trust me, you are much better off for not having seen the abysmal sketch. And lastly, to scorch your eyeballs, is
5. something with no title. Also a WIP. This is the last underpainting layer (the fourth), and from here on out we will be experimenting with glazes. Wish me luck.
Soh...that is mostly what I've been busy doing, beside being influenced (unfortunately) by mah Betsy, whose big arse fetish is rubbing off (yeesh, bad phrasing) on me. I sketched the little cutest little Cirque de Soleil type bird with a puffed sleeve bodysuit or something. And the rawkingest headdress. Or hair. Not sure which to make it.
Anyhow, just so you know that I'm not entirely through with drawing and painting androgynous boys. Cause I'm sure that's very important to the lot of you.

We Apologise for the Inconvenience

I realise that I'm dangerously obsessed with boots and pretty little dresses in delicious fabrics, so it's only normal that I dream about them. And dream about lovely ships with hot showers and shower gels that smell of jasmine, and rich suites with enormous beds...but Owen Wilson?
Really?
Ew.

I was a clever 11 year old

Okay. Seriously. Marius is a fucking retard.
I want to kick him in the shins.
Possibly after giving Valjean a little nudge in the ribs for being a bit of a short-sighted moron, but SERIOUSLY!
Marius is a twat.
I think I wrote about four pages to this effect when I was eleven, after bawling my eyes out at the end of a 1400-page book.
I forgot how much I hate that little Pontmercy tosser. His name is even poncy.
BAH!!!
He makes me so ANGRY.

Seriously.

Look at this.

And this.

And this.

I'll have another, please!

Apparently, Nicky's version of 'revenge' is kisses and free coffee.
Also, I forgot how magnificently delicious I look in black.
I am going to be wearing a great deal more black.

I've never...

...thought of Edmond Dantès quite like this.
Go watch Gankutsuou. It is very, very deeply acceptable.

you're the edible what?

Milk and cookies are divine. Even if it's skim milk and cheap Christmas shortbread. It's the breakfast of champions. Particularly taking into consideration that I'm not drinking caffeine these days. Well. Not today, anyhow. I made the mistake of drinking a cup of coffee at four-ish yesterday, and I was awake till three.
No matter. I had a fabulous dream I didn't want to wake from.
Yesterday, I went looking for a pair of motorcycle boots. And I realised something horrific. Women's motorcycle boots don't bloody exist. It's quite bad. Well, I mean, they do, if you want to pay two hundred dollars for them, and you probably should, if you're going to be wearing them for motorcycling or hiking or whatever pursuits you're looking into, but!--if you're just wanting to wear them with a little frilly dress so you can spare your poor toes the pain of being shoved into teetering stilettos, or your legs getting cold in the wintertime (don't even begin to talk to me about the inadvisability of wearing little dresses in the winter. It's not going to help anything.), there's no point in breaking the nonexistent piggy bank, quite frankly.
But!