Ziz Falters

So I've still been doing a lot of these.  My work on large panels should commence tomorrow, gods willing, but these little bastards are multiplying like unchecked guinea pigs.  Every time I turn around there is another clutch of the things meeping around my backyard.  Oddly, we did have an unchecked herd of those things in my backyard when I was a lad, but I digress.


I like this idea.  I need to do more with it, but after doing this one all subsequent attempts at working in green failed miserably, resulting in several torn up pieces of paper, several hours of frustration, and this run-on sentence.  But I'll get back to it.


After the failure of any continued use of green ink, I fell back on the old standby.  There are still a lot of ideas I haven't explored here, so I went back to it.  I don't regret it.  This one turned out well, ad inexplicably puts me in mind of a particularly unfortunate birthday party.  Stone worshiping troglodytes may have once seen a picture of a birthday cake, but this facsimile isn't going to grant any wishes, I assure you.


And then, some giants.  I wanted to try my hand at more of the little trees I did in the past, and I enjoy the effect.  I did three f these and I intend on doing more.  These monsters look like morons.  I learned at work last night that a moron is dumber than an imbecile, but not as dumb as an idiot.  On a technical scale.  I doubt this scale's veracity, considering it's source was a senile old man also insistent on my knowing all the counties surrounding Manhattan.  Baffling days.


These three look drunk.  I like them.


And this thing sort of looks like it's pooping.  If I were a giant mountain beast, I would also poop up there.


The text here turned unreadable.  But I didn't scrap it because I like everything else.  Especially the deer on the right.  Initially, the rock somewhat described what all these critters were staring at, but ah well.


Here is a lesson in what is the wrong time to apply a waterproof masking agent.  SPOILER ALERT: the answer is AFTER you've completed all the water-based things you want to put under it.  Feh!  But still.

So that's me up to now.  Lots of other ideas stewing around, including more use of the oil pastel masking trick that actually take advantage of the weird effect it creates.  And giant panels.  I've been very, very sick for the past few days.  It's clearing up, and I'm intent on getting my ass back in gear.  Things outside the scope of my own incessant scratchings aren't going so well.  My relating to other people has taken a turn.  Relationships and friendships are falling apart constantly.  Insane things, unlikely things, baffling things, they are all rearing their myriad heads and biting the shit out of what social life I had, meager though it was already.  People I know who are big into astrology tell me this is because this year is my saturn return.  I generally tell these people to disembowel themselves with a flint knife (which I am told is a typical scorpio response.  You can't win with these folks).  But it is a strange confluence of deterioration, and at very least it's clear that the gods have decided to strike me down for my hubris.  What hubris this is exactly is unclear, but that's always the way with the gods.  Bastards.