Repairs

Did some repairs on an old figure I did and he (it) ended up being quite nice if i say so my self. In the end it resembles a masai warrior. In retrospect I will do "before" pictures so I can show the progress...

Pipe-cleaner art

VideoGame PawnShop

A comic I'm working on, and hopefully will hae out twice a week. Color or black and white depending on how busy I get.

Snow

The day the Chicago area tried to make up for for the lame summer we had with an extra ridiculous winter.

Ka Pow!

Should be asleep but I'm up working. Trying very hard to make posting a regular thing, although looking at my post it seems more like could'da, would'da, should'da :( Good thing this time I actually have been working so all I have to do is get the work up. Here's some fan art I did of Naruto's Rock Lee. A sign that I'm actually going to post regularly this time :)

Back in Action

I received my computer back from it's "repairs" and was surprised to find that the memory on it had not been erased. I was excited and resumed what I had been doing weeks before when it had shut down and then i began to think: all of the things that mattered so much that were stored on my computer. Music, scanned images, pictures taken, etc. All intangible, recoverable and not holding any type of monetary or essential value in my life (I made it three weeks without them and assumed they were lost to the hands of the best buy geek squad). Are they really all that important? Memories of times past or favorite songs, what do they really mean to me and do I need them at all?

This made me think of "Fight Club" something along the lines of the things you own slowly begin to own you. They define you. But to who? Yourself? Do you need to define you to yourself? What has life become if we rely on things that can be erased at any moment to define our identity? Time to sleep.

What is honor other than rules humans have made up to bring order to this chaotic world that they live in? Or should I ask would honor exist in the natural world with out humans?