As I’ve already offended a wide swath of friends and family with my grossly inaccurate portraiture, it seemed time to turn the Pen Of Failed Likeness on myself for a change. This would’ve been much easier had the only mirror in the apartment not been in the bathroom. Now not only do I have a terrible self-portrait, I also have a shoulder cramp from holding the sketchbook at that angle. Sadface.

The hazards of living with an artist. Sometimes they will waltz uninvited into your room to draw you and your friends! THE NERVE.

The Goat’s a great hippie co-op type restaurant that makes excellent cake. This guy was reading a Dexter book with one hand, and using the other to eat his sandwich with a fork.

Why yes, I am another day behind, thanks for noticing.

Had the last session of our summer D&D campaign today. Here’s Vince, our DM, looking super intense, trying to kill us with three guys who’re actually one guy who’s actually an alien. Because our campaign was cool like that.

Oh look, it’s my feet again.