Brain Farts: December 2004 Archives

Zzzz.

Maryland was pretty much exactly as boring as I remembered. So I spent most of my vacation in DC.

This man can wear feathers in his hair. You can not. Ever.

The Smithsonian's new Museum of the American Indian was open. The combined siren song of arrowhead collections and Seneca fancy-dancing will doubtlessly inspire even further hordes of bored, fat, milky-white suburban girls to hallucinate 1/64th Blackfoot ancestry and adopt glamourous, charismatic "spirit guides." On the internet.

The Throne of Saint James was on tour, so I missed it. Alas.

Managed to almost entirely avoid the modern art in the National Gallery. Score!

And I only fell on my ass once while digging around the creekbed for arrowheads. A new personal best.

Also, Between the Dark and the Dawn, an Arcana Jayne comic I drew and Lisa Jonte wrote, went up on GAM. Make sure to catch all twelve loverly pages here.

Unfortunately, while I was gone, I let email pile up, couldn't send out minicomic orders, and forgot to update my Girlamatic comics. Sorry. That'll all be taken care of.

In closing, here's me kissing a dinosaur. Happy New Year.

JESUS HORSE!

Yet another installment of my Sims 2-related shame in the Misc. section.

Feels a little rushed to me, but that may just be because it was getting too long, so I had to crop out a lot of addition screenshots.

I should be working. But instead, I made this. Bad Spike.

The office building down the block gives up yet more treasure. This time, the bounty of the scavenger gods has taken the form of... uh, this. I'm gonna call it a flat-file, because that seems like a good name. Whatever it is, I love it.

It's a white cabinet thing on casters with slide-out shelves, all of which are in perfect working condition and large enough to hold even my ridiculously oversized (14" x 17") Lucas and Odessa pages. My completed pages were, until now, languishing, unloved, in a milk crate.

A once-over with a wad of paper towels and some cleaning fluid, and this thing was back in business.

The bottom shelf holds my mummification material (YES I'LL FINISH BEAVIS I PROMISE) and my knitting bag.

Because I knit.

Shut up.