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

I'm moving up to Venice in October. WOO. Finally. Moving in with Waylon. FINALLY! I'm also gonna be able to take free 3D classes at the art institute since Waylon did a lecture there, and we're friends with the head of the 3D department. I won't get credit, but I just need some basic 3D skills so I can make my own objects to texture. I'm hoping to land a job as a texture artist soon, but in the meantime I'll have to find some random job in LA so I can contribute monies to rents. If anyone knows of anything... holla.

New shit and I thought I'd just slop it together. SLOPPYYYY.

CHARCOALS!


OH FUCK! BOOBS!


marble elderman


manlygirl


this is what happens at work when it's dead for 2 hrs


drawn in a haze on venice beach


I'm originally from arizona.  Undead cowboys give me a fierce woman-boner


A concept sketch I like from the neck down

I got to see my current insane-o addictive obsessive band of the year, Menomena, a few weeks ago and it's safe to assume my mind was fuckin' blown to the back of my skull. LOVE. They were better live than on their CD, and I have never ever experienced a concert where they're better live.

I'm on a little artkick. These are actually small thumbnail sketches, but I'm realizing my little thumbnails have a lot more energy and kick than a lot of my other bigger sketches (like the bird-girl one, kinda stiff). So enjoy. Or don't. You might hate it. All of these save for bird-girl I started as a random doodle with a thick 20% grey prismacolor marker. I had weird little shapes and lines all over a few pages, and I added pencil lines to them to keep my mind going loose. These are what I came up with.



stiff girl bird thing emo hair lol





Weirdish monster concept parasite thing

Stolen from the D!

Link: The Are You a Plausible Character? Test written by coldrose on

these always make me laugh. forever

http://members.aol.com/JesusImages/

Update. Slappin' colors down like the hos they is

Something I'm throwing colors down on.

Going to Seattle this weekend. Motherfucking YES. I LOVE SEATTLE.

Started school again, this time at Studio 2nd Street with Ron and Vanessa Lemen. Hotnessssssss to the nth degree. Enough life drawing to shake a stick at!

Here's a LAME MEANINGLESS SURVEY of the inane kind. If my life was set to a movie (with my itunes on random) this is how it'd go:

Opening Credits:
The Heavens- Raveonettes

Waking Up:
I'm With the Pilots- Ladytron

First Day At School:
Breakdown- Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers (eh... sure)

Falling In Love:
The Way That I Found You- Ladytron (jesus awesome)

Breaking Up:
I Still Miss Someone- Johnny Cash

1st date:
Smoking the Herb Again- Incubus (HAHAHAHAHSDfkjafsklaj)

Prom:
Rain Dogs- Tom Waits (if this song played it prom, it would have been the best damn prom ever)

Life's OK:
O Green World- Gorillaz

Driving:
Black and Huge- Gwar (nice. Not a conventional choice... but nice.)

Flashback:
Angel Band- The Stanley Bros (O Brother, Where Art Thou? OST)

Getting Back Together:
The Worst Day Since Yesterday- Flogging Molly

Wedding:
I Want You(She's So Heavy)- The Beatles (that works?)

Birth of Child:
Anna Molly- Incubus

Final Battle:
March Into The Sea- Modest Mouse

Death Scene:
Lonely Road- Everlast (strangely awesome choice)

Funeral Song:
All Of California And Everyone Who Lives There Sucks- World Inferno Friendship Society (christ I hope I don't die in Cali)

End Credits:
Daddy Cool- Boney M (yeah. It'll make bitches dance. I like dancing bitches.)

I named him Jasper. He poops a lot. Their mom didn't litter train them because she herself wasn't litter trained.

>_<

BTW I'm stuck on psychobilly freakout on expert. Guitar Hero taught me the meaning of "impossible"

and OMFG ALEX SCHUBERT IN 1 DAY (happy 21)

HEY GUYSSS.

I got a kitten. Mine is the grey one laying down. Due to camera shit quality on phone, he doesn't look as pretty as he really is. But he's the prettiest kitty in the litter (for reals)

I was forced to exchange my black kitty ;-; sigh. But this one I really wanted from the day I saw it... the black one had just such a badass personality.



WTF SHOULD I NAME HIM!? He's grey, goooorgeous, and full of mischief. All I've come up with that I like is Cleese. dumb.


(OMG KITTIES)

BTW Kurt motherfucking Vonnegut died.

I know lots of people's favorite authors are all mostly dead. But now MY favorite author is dead.

Motherfuck. I secretly hoped he'd be president one day.

So me and my roomie are getting kittens in a WEEK. Our neighbors let us know the day they were born, and we've had them over at our house almost every day for the past 5 weeks, so they know us pretty well.

I'm getting a little black kitten. Originally, my roommate wanted him and named him General Bloodmuffin. (HAHAFSasfasfkasf) But now I'm taking him, and he's been renamed to Bageera (from "Jungle Book") but tonight I've decided to name him Zombie.

That's right. Zombie.

He's chill, he'll just sit right the hell on you and fall asleep and doesn't give a damn.

For a 5 week old kitten, that is RAD. All the other kittens try to fight him and claw around and he sits there and lets them hit him. But when he's rowdy he climbs up people like mighty mountains.

Kittens are rad forever. Zombie will be the best kitty ever