Barry wants to eat my soul. Seriously. Seriously. O RLY seriously. He will devour my soul and any hope that I had left after Seth's class. My will is fading. Dear God, it's so sad to think that I live for any shread of news concerning James Marsters, Spike comics, or the Dresden Files. My life is a sad, sad Cornucopia of Woe (TM). I'm so emo right now that it kills.
I have to draw a "friendly" car for Digital Illustration without making it look too cartoony or giving it human characteristics. I want to use a 1959 Desoto as my car of choice; anyone got any ideas?
I'm only a few chapters away from finishing "Blood Rites." It's so thrilling!
I have to draw a "friendly" car for Digital Illustration without making it look too cartoony or giving it human characteristics. I want to use a 1959 Desoto as my car of choice; anyone got any ideas?
I'm only a few chapters away from finishing "Blood Rites." It's so thrilling!