Have you heard the new top secret smart watch Apple is working on will give you real-time health status updates?
Here’s something just for fun. A guide for the chorophibic (that’s a fear of dancing, obviously).
Helpful for anyone recovering from strict fundamentalist religious culture (like me), the extra-macho (opposite of me), those who have had a bad experience with hips, and anyone else who’s ever had a panic attack just prior to attending a wedding.
Time to face those fears, guys! Get out on the floor and start bobbing your head and tapping your feet. Just keep those hips in check.
Continuing what is apparently a tradition now… Here are some more fun superhero valentine cards for you to download.
While researching the phrase “no holds barred” for my constantly evolving bio on the About Page, I discovered this AMAZING movie poster.
I cannot decide what is the awesomest part of this whole thing. The color? the Type? the Subtitle?
It might be the guy in the neckbrace or the kid who’s turned around not paying any attention at all..
Oh man.. so many wonderful things captured in a single poster!
Today’s CollabFriday “What should I draw” is a combination of ideas from Adam & Chelsea. Who suggested Ron Swanson and a gorilla, respectively.
Made perfect sense as far as I’m concerned.
Ape Swanson Pyramid of Greatness Desktop/Phone/iPad Wallpaper
Each week I like to randomly collaborate with whoever is willing. Fridays will rotate reader suggestions (i.e. “What should I draw today”), spontaneous collabs via Twitter w/fellow artists/photogs/illustrators (“who wants to collaborate today), and artist interviews. Follow on Twitter and Facebook so you can participate next Friday!
I was once quite romantic.
In 8th grade I even made a tape of Bryan Adams’ “Everything I Do” for Sara Spittka using one of those old school push-play-and-record-at-the-same-time cassette decks and our VHS copy of Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves.
Little did I know our two-week affair was already over (the Bryan Adams tape was probably the final nail in that coffin), and despite my excellent hand-holding skills she now liked some other guy in our class who was better at basketball than me. So I hung my head in shame and shoveled the driveway so I could practice my three-pointers and pray that a new girl might attend our Christian school the next semester.