Starting from June 1st to August 31st, Sketch Lottery is having a free-for-all. Basically for summer 2018, draw any of the past Sketch Lottery subjects. Which meant I finally had a chance to sketch Alf.
Alf had this thing where he ate cats. So it’s only fitting that Alf met his match with Grumpy Cat.
I met Grumpy Cat once. During the summer of 2014. A Barnes and Noble book signing, located in the Union Square area of downtown Manhattan, NYC. Tartar Sauce (Grumpy Cat’s real name) was asleep. Tartar Sauce’s human liked my shirt. Here’s a photo of me when I was platinum blond. Before I went with my signature blue hair.
Anyway, back to the sketch. Originally I was going to ink the piece, but liked how the pencil work was coming along. So I kept it just the way it was. Really like this one a lot. Besides. Grumpy Cat is sort of like my spirit animal.
Well okay. My last blog post was somewhat of a purge. If you managed to completely read through the entire rant, I applaud you. Seriously. Thank you.
For the record, I’m not really an angry person. On the plus side, now that’s been posted, time to move on. Well…I had already moved on, but I felt it needed to be addressed nonetheless. Since it was a new year, time to get rid of the garbage.
Anyway…some good news. The ‘Grumpy Cat’ portrait I did last month has now been posted to another website. You can check it out here:
If it wasn’t for my parents, I don’t think I would’ve gone through with a Thanksgiving dinner today. Cause when you really think about it, Thanksgiving is a metaphor for celebrating imperialism, genocide, gluttony, and for some, blatant capitalism the next day. For the dysfunctional, we get together with people. We force ourselves to be ‘nice’ while others act like hypocrites for the sake of ‘family.’ On top of that, many gather around a dead bird. Talk about a holiday being more morbid than Halloween.
Then Ben gently reminded me of the things that I should be grateful for. He’s right. There’s plenty I have to be grateful for. Won’t list them here, don’t want to bore you. Besides, there’s always the marathon tradition of Godzilla, King Kong and Mystery Science 3000. While they may no longer be broadcast on television, there’s always DVD. Oh wait, I forgot – Blu-ray. Netflix. Whatever. With that, Ben put things into perspective. So Happy Thanksgiving everyone. From your local friendly misanthrope.
I’ll leave you with two links. One is a poem from my homeboy William S. Burroughs. He’s right up there with Friedrich Nietzsche, Crow (MST3K) and Tartar Sauce the Grumpy Cat: