For those that I am doing art for: It'll take more time(see below for details)....

  A few days ago, I made one of the biggest mistakes an artist can make... *dramatic pause* I agreed to do some art for a family member. *insert horrified gasps from captivated audience* Normally this isn't a problem, as it's usually just one or two quick scribbles.
 
  However, my sister is planning her wedding and asked if i'd do some designs for her. Family loyalty demands that I agree and do the art beyond perfection, and, of course, it backfired on me and snowballed. A few simple designs soon turned into me designing the lettering for the cake, banners, the invitations, etc.
 
  Some of you readers may be unfortunate enough to know that nothing is pickier than a sister/woman planning her wedding--everything has to be perfect(not to mention they have the prerogative to change their mind every thirty seconds and they exercise it often.) Maybe it's my cynicism talking...but I don't really believe that. =p

  To sum it up, the strive for perfection has messed up(i'm getting really technical here) my arm and I am unable to draw--unless I use my left arm--but, you don't want to go there....

  Even typing this message is a pain. I use the hunt-and-peck method. Although, I prefer calling it the search-and-destroy method. You now, like Battleship? For example: Instead of 'E3' it's just 'E' and your missiles are your fingers...it's surprisingly entertaining....

  Anyway, I am unable to draw just now, and it really sucks....

Today, I have entered the realm of satellite TV users. The novelty of having the ability to be indecisive about which show to watch next has yet to wear off. Before, I had the choice of watching one channel, the other channel, or nothing at all...

Allow me to explain, my TV used to have only an arial for reception. Considering my house is surrouned on all sides(is that redundant or what?) by towering mountains of rock, it's needless to say, reception was bad, and that's putting it kindly.

I used to posses 1.5 channels--count 'em--1.5. One came in clear, and the other was as temperamental as a woman in deciding whether or not to grace my family with a clear picture. No offence to temperamental women(redundancy again? I'm on a roll!) =p

So, here I now sit, being lured into a lifestyle of vegetating on the couch, and snarling at all comers who'd dare to pry the remote control from my vice-like grip, by a siren named satellite television.

Someone save me from myself...when it's a commercial break.... =p

I think it's time for an update on my life's(or lack of one) progress.

I've been doing a lot of website designing lately. Not much time for doodling and random sketches. But, i've already got a few sketchbooks full of 'em so it's no big loss.

Teaching myself to paint digitally. It's going slow, but i'm working on it. Colour is the bane of my existence and right now we're working out an uneasy truce. Hopefully the shaky alliance will last.

I went driving for the first time since I got my G1 yesterday. Learned a few things about myself. Namely, that I have an affinity with speed and a reckless disregard for human mortality. Must be because of all the racing videogames i've played. According to my chinese zodiac(the tiger) i'd make a good race car driver. The passenger in the vehicle at the time agrees with the previous statement. Or else I just need more practice. 

That's it for now....

I have learned recently that family members make horrible critics(i've had suspicions of this for years but today they were utterly confirmed.) You can draw a complete piece of crap, ask your family if it's ok and they look at it and go "uh-huh." Lately i've drawn two different versions of a baby gryphon. So I ask my sister which one looks better...

Her:'Aww...they're both so cute.'
Me:and?
Her:It looks like a little puppy...
Me:*banging head against wall*

Um, yeah, the moral of the story boys and girls is that family make horrible critics...

'The diary is sad and empty'...pfft! Yeah, and it's not the only one:(
Not much happening today...lack of sleep is slowly wearing me down but, oddly enough, I do my best work when I can't sleep...soooo...maybe it's a good thing?
Maybe I can spew out a few more pics...before...I...*zzzz*