It's freakin' cold today. And rainy. Actually, it's probably warmer outside than inside my house by a whopping five degrees. It's happened before.
Today I was prepping a shirt design for the SXSW bout in Austin. It's going to be danged cool. I hope. I'll show it when I actually see it printed.
I took a little nap this afternoon, mainly to give myself an excuse to bury myself under covers so that I wasn't so cold. I was woken to the dreamy tones of Beavis from across the street dropping the f-bomb about 800 times. I blearily stumble out of the warm comfort of bed and drag myself to the even-colder part of the house to see what's going on. His crappy pick'em up truck is still parked in front of our house(of course), but the hood is up and the passenger door is open. Apparently he's trying to perform a Lazarus on the poor thing. Should be interesting. Unfortunately for me he figured out that he left the passenger window open last week, and has since rolled it up. Damn. There goes my plans of squirting cat piss into the truck cab with a squirt bottle.
I think I'm going to put on a wool jacket and sit in the cold art room to watch the hilarity. Enjoy another bored-at-last-night's-meeting doodle: