I had that weird exit seat where there’s no seat in front of you.

Man, every time I sit by the window I remember why I prefer the aisle. Cause I need to pee every ten minutes. And the sleeping softball-player-sized girl and her boyfriend beside me were none too pleased to accommodate.

As always, click the picture to see it better.

So I meant to make a lot of funny videos with my family over Christmas time, but I didn’t. I had a decent idea or two, and my niece Kylie wanted to be interviewed, but alas… didn’t. I got into a drawing kick.

It’s funny how things come and go with me. For instance, sometimes drawing comes relatively hard for me and I find it unenjoyable, and then out of nowhere I want to do nothing else and surprise myself with how well things come out. And then, bam, it leaves. I tried drawing some on the plane flight back from Virginia and found that I hated it.

Anyway, this is the sketch that got me back into drawing over Christmas. I’ve made some others, too, for a CD my friend’s band is getting together. They’re called Ivory Owl and I’m crazy about em. Check em out and be their friend at their myspace page.

Oh the joys of looking through childhood photos at home during Christmas.

I’ve done some short films for my friend Tom who runs a company that makes videos for churches to use in their services. It’s been a lot of fun. He just opened up a new site and now I can finally post some of the pieces on my blog. We’ve made a couple Christmas pieces.

Here’s on that’s from a series of Offices homages… I wrote em, and they feature Jeremy Rowley of the Groundlings and Adam Campbell. And me and a blonde girl I don’t quite remember.

Hooray! Eating chocolate when I wake up!!! Hooray!

Back when I had the wherewithal to make videos.

I listened to some new Bon Iver over and over, comforted my brokenhearted roommate, and drew this. Whatever it might be. I’m not really sure which side is the top, to be honest. Please note the cameos by Delicate Arch, my lamp, my unnamed robot, and a butt.

Click to see it bigger.

Had to post this. I was forwarded a video from Ol’ Steph’ Thompson’ from a show some of us went to. I went about three months without listening to anyone but Bon Iver, and still it’s the only CD I keep in my car. At the end of the show they unplugged everything and sang this. You can probably find a clearer version somewhere, but this was the show we all got goosebumps at.

From a few years ago, doing improv and stuff at a summer camp. We went up to this beautiful camp maybe 6 or 7 or so years. Pretty great. But then I just got too crabby for it, although I wouldn’t mind going back for a week or two.

I’m not sure. Just not sure. I mean I like the part about me wearing tiny little shorts. I think that might be funny. But I’m sort of on the fence about the rest. What do you think?

You can buy this painting at weareloved.net.

Sorry for the shamless self-promotion, but I bought art supplies and ordered prints today, and I am broker than ever. Daddy’s gotta eat!