One serving

Contrary to popular (German) belief, 500ml does not equal one serving of beer.

Mmm, beer. Germany has definitely turned me onto beer. I can finally start to understand frat boys and their obsession with beer. But only kind of. I don't understand the bit where they drink it upside down or from a tube . . . blurgh.

On a different note, I've just realized that this blog is going into its 5th month of operation. That's hugely impressive---for me, at least. And thank YOU for reading! I know the comics can be pretty lame but this is a great way for me to keep my friends up to date on what I'm doing and also to motivate myself to draw something everyday. So yes! Thanks, danke, merci, arigato!

Anywho, between October and now, my hair's grown out quite a bit. At a certain point I was actually able to pull in into a pathetic paintbrush-esque ponytail, but it also looked like a semi-girl-mullet so I cut that off.

But I've gotten used to the way I draw the hair, so I guess I'll just keep drawing it the same way. I like my hair short anyway.

Bis morgen!

Brainstorming

Back from 6 hours of brainstorming. I'm all brainstormed out. Blergh. And now. . . BEER! Yay! I've been looking forward to this all week.

I was teaching my mom the difference between the long and short o sounds in English the other day, and I'm not sure how exactly it happened, but she started saying "whore" to practice her long o's, and wouldn't stop.

Uncooperative but eager to learn.

Abaya fashion

The world of abaya fashion: another reason I kind of miss my abaya.

Though really, the fact that I can miss it is a luxury.

Nickelback

Morning entry. I'm procrastinating.

I don't pretend to have awesome taste in music (I don't), but if you're over 16 and you like Nickelback . . . I might judge you. More than a little bit.

Family and Pets

This crazy weekend of three 7-hour-a-day art classes is approaching. Urp. I'm kind of looking forward to it, and kind of not.

I particularly miss the cute little nieces and nephews. And the kittehs!

Not your mama

You know I'm avoiding work when I update my blog in the morning. Hmmmm.

I'm on an abaya streak. This happens a lot . . .

I've got a lot to do today, but so reluctant to start . . . blurgh.

Abayadvantage

More Saudi-related comics.

When I moved to Riyadh at the age of 13, I was horrified at the idea of wearing abayas and covering my head. I'd just discovered boys and spaghetti-strap tank tops (god, so 90s) and I was resentful of the oppressive Saudi laws that took my freedom away. But then, like all things, I got used to it. And once I got past the oppressiveness of the abaya, I started to notice its advantages.

I, for one, was a big fan of wearing my abaya over my pajamas, going to the mall, and walking into fancy shmancy stores for kicks.

Sometimes I miss wearing my abaya . . .

Inspired by a comic from the awesome Pigs in Maputo blog.

(Saudi friends: let me know if you remember any other funny Saudi stories that I've forgotten.)

Superpowers

Lingerie store clerks in Saudi develop the bizarre but impressive skill of determining bra sizes under abayas.

True story that K once told me back when we lived in Riyadh.

Jikkilicious

Happy Saturday!

I'm not sure what's going on, but I found myself unable to draw anything mildly interesting today. But yes. I do have exciting news to share! My superhot guitarist friend Jikki is about to release her first album Pop Metal Guitar Venus on March 4 (available at amazon.co.jp), and so I thought I'd share the news with you. The album consists of 3 original songs and 8 tracks of 80s metal covers. She's superhot, and yes, she does all the superhardcore shred riffing herself. I mean, seriously. It doesn't get much hotter than that.

Hardcore shredding? Check. Supercute vocals? Check. Gorgeous musician? Check.

Anyway. Probably best to hear it for yourself. Check out her video:

And check her out on her website or her facebook page.

Right. Time for bed now. I'm hoping for more inspiration tomorrow. I should also probably go do some still life drawings . . .

Fire Pig

The rasta dude in my art class is super friendly, and he's always bringing his artwork to class to show to us. He's actually not that great of an artist, but he's a supersweet guy who cooks his own lunch and brings it to class in a gigantic tupperware.

Anyway, today in class, he put a pile of his works in front of my seat and told me to take a look.

"Feuerschwein?"

Andre is full of mysteries . . . or possibly just high.