The Most Emo Shit Ever

Sensitivity. I'm too passionate about certain things, feel like a feminazi.

Turning 24 on a Friday, hollah. Doing tons of commission work now, my sleep schedule is FUBAR.

Here's something nerdy/new. Almost done with it, was goofing with it between commissions and now I've put way too much time into this nerdgasm of a fanart piece.

Haven't updated in a year. WOOT.

Everything is pretty much the same, but I'm going in for another round of interviewing/"test driving" and it's looking pretty good that I'm gonna be storyboarding an entire feature film!

I pray to the flying spaghetti monster that this effing happens

Great awesome times. I'm slowly falling in love with LA. The skies are clear from the Santa Ana winds and a bunch of snow dumped onto the San Bernadino mountains, so the view from my apartment is complete with hillside weird 60s condos, palm trees, ocean, and snowy mountains. So... that's pretty shithot.

Working on a mod of Unreal with 7 or so friends, whom work at Activision or EA. Gotta be secretive about it and not discuss any part of the mod through work emails and whatnot, because if the company finds out about it used on THEIR time and they like it, they can just take it and we're stuck with nothing.

Needless to say I'm the only concept artist on the team. We're trying to figure out a style, but we've figured out it's going to be all Villain characters in a James Bond meets Incredibles style. Like a psycho nurse, 50s robot with floating brain, etc. WOO. And the first environment we'll be playing with was my idea, which is a floating island lab type deal.

Oh... art. How hot you are. So far all I'm doing is a shitton of silhouettes and fart-around sketches, but when things start developing I'll post.

For now here's me trashed as shit at the EA holiday party along with a couple of awesome alcoholic lesbians and my buddy Jay. Open bar!!


and halloween-alex

Interesting 22nd birthday. I shall say it was far better than 21. I got a new ipod nano (yayyy) and smooches. Always nice ;) I even talked to my dad for the first time in almost a year. He told me he'd be in town for the weekend so I spent the weekend ignoring all his calls because... well... it'd be a damn disaster.

Website is chugging along. I finished another 3 pieces and just trying to condition myself to be a painting machine.

No one I invited came to my party, but some drunk people who weren't invited did. Beaches + fire pits= amazing hah! The stars were out. It was nice. It didn't even feel like I was in LA.

So I moved in 2 fridays ago. Things have been smooth and lovely. We have a place on the beach in Playa del Rey (Los Angeles) CA and it's pretty god damn amazing.

Of course, my car went fuck-o and my cat decided to eat a piece of string, both resulting in $1500 of "repairs" which Waylon had to eat. Thankfully he makes good money, but not INSANE good money, so we'll (I'm paying him rent/dues) be in credit card debt for a couple months to come. We have no couch yet. but here's our place! LOVE IT.

Living room


diff view






PORCH! Ocean view just to the right (stupid glare)


the love-sizzle room!


Here's something I've been working on/off on. Hope to finish it tomorrow. RRGH. ANNOYANCE. Upped the contrast, added tattoos, fucked with the background more, etc. Just tweaking now.


Here's my cat. He's super stupid. But adorable, and easy to stack shit on!





fucking rockstars, we are.

omg looooook at my kittyyyy he's a boozy gamer

UPDATES UPDATES.

So we found a PLACE! It just landed right in our laps. Insane. It's right on the beach, it's bright, sunny, ocean view, and BIG! !!!squeeee!!! Waylon also got a 10% raise (GO EA!) and EA has a health insurance plan for employees' spouses/live-ins! SO YAY! Free health insurance and more money! And finally living in LA! ON THE BEACH! omfg. I'm on cloud 9. My mom also wants to buy us FURNITURE!!! She calls it an early birthday present/wedding gift. Even though we're not like... engaged or anything.

Went to Vegas. My first legal Vegas time. ^^ I drank. I played Blackjack. I won $150. yay!

work in progress. I'll never stop drawing mermaids I swear ;(

it's called an ultimatum for a reason. jackass.

Favorite stephanie brown quote of the century:
"junkies don't seem to understand ultimatums."

anyway. I'm not moving in with Waylon until November, his roommate said if we waited a month we could keep the place. NICE. I've just banged out 4 speed paintings yesterday and today on some 5th element stills. I feel like I'm shitty with color so it's a nice practice. Too bad I still can't do a whole friggin' scene in under 30 min.

BUT DAMNIT IM GUNNA TRY.

Vegas this weekend. OHHHH the trouble we'll get into. :D

A LETTER TO A (GOD DAMN) FRIEND-

Don't you fucking tell me to "join" the fucking club. There is no CLUB. The reason why all your friends don't talk to you is because you're a burnt out asshole who's so fucking depressed and wallowing in self-pity it's just horrible to be around.

Just because you were "honest with me" in telling me you used tonight, doesn't fucking excuse SHIT. I TOLD YOU IF I EVER HEARD OF YOU DOING IT AGAIN, I'D FUCKING TELL YOU TO LEAVE ME ALONE AND NOT TALK TO ME TILL YOU GOT YOUR SHIT IN ORDER.

It's not SUPPOSED to be easy. You're not supposed to "sleep well" for a LONG time. You're in for a rough fucking time at the clinic. It's probably better you don't have me to talk to anyway. I'm a god damn POTHEAD. You need to focus on being clean and happy with yourself.

Don't fucking pin your shit on me and then tell me I'm like the others in that fucking club. I stuck by you and you KNOW that and you know I love you like a brother but fuck you. Trying and guilting ME and telling ME how shitty I am?

Fuck you. Ok? I'm fucking sick of it. I've been hearing it for too many years now, and it's OLD. Just grow a fucking pair and get clean. A clinic isn't some magical fucking kingdom where rainbows fly and birds chirp and they give you magic little methadone pills! That take it ALL AWAY! No fuck that. You gotta want it. And you might THINK you want it, but I guess you don't if you're putting all your hopes in some clinic place. You gotta see what all your friends see.

You're going to fucking die if you don't stop.

I have no idea what else to do. So I'm going to do the only thing I can do. Don't fucking talk to me until you're off the shit. And don't fucking guilt me again.

(sorry for all the eff bombs.)
-Alex