FOR DARRYL

Soooo I tried to digitally paint you riding your magnificent battletiger through space with that fierce look in your eyes you get sometimes, but that didn't turn out so well. And then I thought to myself, "You know what else Darryl would like? A picture of a grizzled sea captain whose nostril is mysteriously in the shape of the number 9 losing a game of Battleship in a scene with no background and an indeterminant light source. YES!"
I think I'll try to finish up that battletiger too someday, man, but happy belated Christmas nonetheless!

ALLONS-Y!

There was totally a background to this, butttttt it was not a good one. Maybe I'll try again some day. If you don't know who this is supposed to be you should probably watch some Doctor Who, son, because it is friggin rad. True story.

In other news I cried like a little girl at the finale because I love Ten tonnnnns but I am totally excited for the Eleventh Doctor, Matt Smith looks fierce in tweed.

OH MAN AN UPDATE

What an unexpected event.




















I am trying to figure out these computer contraptions, they are tough.