I’ve made a new blog! This time I’m really going to try and draw every day, now that I have a tablet to do so! dear-world-im-here: Dear World, I said this to a friend while admittedly on strong narcotics, but it’s just whimsical enough to pass as cute in the non-drugged up world. Does it makes sense? Not really. Does it sound vaguely inspirational and like it would somehow end up on a mug somewhere in a hallmark store? Yes. In my attempt to go along with my New Years resolution, I have bought a little grow-your-own herb garden. My earlier attempts at such a venture ended in sprouticide, but I’m trying to be more optimistic lately. I’m sure i’ll be sprinkling fresh lavender on my bedsheets in a week. Yours Always, Jessica

I’ve made a new blog! This time I’m really going to try and draw every day, now that I have a tablet to do so!

dear-world-im-here:

Dear World,

I said this to a friend while admittedly on strong narcotics, but it’s just whimsical enough to pass as cute in the non-drugged up world. Does it makes sense? Not really. Does it sound vaguely inspirational and like it would somehow end up on a mug somewhere in a hallmark store? Yes. In my attempt to go along with my New Years resolution, I have bought a little grow-your-own herb garden. My earlier attempts at such a venture ended in sprouticide, but I’m trying to be more optimistic lately. I’m sure i’ll be sprinkling fresh lavender on my bedsheets in a week.

Yours Always,

Jessica

(via adviceforallmychildren)

(via adviceforallmychildren)

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On a brief return to my drawing once a day kick, here’s a drawing of Rosencrantz, my fish. Done in photoshop cause I’m a pro like that.

On a brief return to my drawing once a day kick, here’s a drawing of Rosencrantz, my fish. Done in photoshop cause I’m a pro like that.

I’M COMIC SANS, ASSHOLE. BY MIKE LACHER - - - - Listen up. I know the shit you’ve been saying behind my back. You think I’m stupid. You think I’m immature. You think I’m a malformed, pathetic excuse for a font. Well think again, nerdhole, because I’m Comic Sans, and I’m the best thing to happen to typography since Johannes fucking Gutenberg. You don’t like that your coworker used me on that note about stealing her yogurt from the break room fridge? You don’t like that I’m all over your sister-in-law’s blog? You don’t like that I’m on the sign for that new Thai place? You think I’m pedestrian and tacky? Guess the fuck what, Picasso. We don’t all have seventy-three weights of stick-up-my-ass Helvetica sitting on our seventeen-inch MacBook Pros. Sorry the entire world can’t all be done in stark Eurotrash Swiss type. Sorry some people like to have fun. Sorry I’m standing in the way of your minimalist Bauhaus-esque fascist snoozefest. Maybe sometime you should take off your black turtleneck, stop compulsively adjusting your Tumblr theme, and lighten the fuck up for once. People love me. Why? Because I’m fun. I’m the life of the party. I bring levity to any situation. Need to soften the blow of a harsh message about restroom etiquette? SLAM. There I am. Need to spice up the directions to your graduation party? WHAM. There again. Need to convey your fun-loving, approachable nature on your business’ website? SMACK. Like daffodils in motherfucking spring. When people need to kick back, have fun, and party, I will be there, unlike your pathetic fonts. While Gotham is at the science fair, I’m banging the prom queen behind the woodshop. While Avenir is practicing the clarinet, I’m shredding “Reign In Blood” on my double-necked Stratocaster. While Univers is refilling his allergy prescriptions, I’m racing my tricked-out, nitrous-laden Honda Civic against Tokyo gangsters who’ll kill me if I don’t cross the finish line first. I am a sans serif Superman and my only kryptonite is pretentious buzzkills like you. It doesn’t even matter what you think. You know why, jagoff? Cause I’m famous. I am on every major operating system since Microsoft fucking Bob. I’m in your signs. I’m in your browsers. I’m in your instant messengers. I’m not just a font. I am a force of motherfucking nature and I will not rest until every uptight armchair typographer cock-hat like you is surrounded by my lovable, comic-book inspired, sans-serif badassery. Enough of this bullshit. I’m gonna go get hammered with Papyrus. ( Just a bit of designer humour. ;) )

I’M COMIC SANS, ASSHOLE.

BY MIKE LACHER

- - - -

Listen up. I know the shit you’ve been saying behind my back. You think I’m stupid. You think I’m immature. You think I’m a malformed, pathetic excuse for a font. Well think again, nerdhole, because I’m Comic Sans, and I’m the best thing to happen to typography since Johannes fucking Gutenberg.

You don’t like that your coworker used me on that note about stealing her yogurt from the break room fridge? You don’t like that I’m all over your sister-in-law’s blog? You don’t like that I’m on the sign for that new Thai place? You think I’m pedestrian and tacky? Guess the fuck what, Picasso. We don’t all have seventy-three weights of stick-up-my-ass Helvetica sitting on our seventeen-inch MacBook Pros. Sorry the entire world can’t all be done in stark Eurotrash Swiss type. Sorry some people like to have fun. Sorry I’m standing in the way of your minimalist Bauhaus-esque fascist snoozefest. Maybe sometime you should take off your black turtleneck, stop compulsively adjusting your Tumblr theme, and lighten the fuck up for once.

People love me. Why? Because I’m fun. I’m the life of the party. I bring levity to any situation. Need to soften the blow of a harsh message about restroom etiquette? SLAM. There I am. Need to spice up the directions to your graduation party? WHAM. There again. Need to convey your fun-loving, approachable nature on your business’ website? SMACK. Like daffodils in motherfucking spring.

When people need to kick back, have fun, and party, I will be there, unlike your pathetic fonts. While Gotham is at the science fair, I’m banging the prom queen behind the woodshop. While Avenir is practicing the clarinet, I’m shredding “Reign In Blood” on my double-necked Stratocaster. While Univers is refilling his allergy prescriptions, I’m racing my tricked-out, nitrous-laden Honda Civic against Tokyo gangsters who’ll kill me if I don’t cross the finish line first. I am a sans serif Superman and my only kryptonite is pretentious buzzkills like you.

It doesn’t even matter what you think. You know why, jagoff? Cause I’m famous. I am on every major operating system since Microsoft fucking Bob. I’m in your signs. I’m in your browsers. I’m in your instant messengers. I’m not just a font. I am a force of motherfucking nature and I will not rest until every uptight armchair typographer cock-hat like you is surrounded by my lovable, comic-book inspired, sans-serif badassery.

Enough of this bullshit. I’m gonna go get hammered with Papyrus.

( Just a bit of designer humour. ;) )

Modern Day Knight

Modern Day Knight

Second in series of three about Shakespeare’s characters and their tragic flaws and deaths. King Lear dying of a broken heart holding his dead daughter in his arms.

Second in series of three about Shakespeare’s characters and their tragic flaws and deaths. King Lear dying of a broken heart holding his dead daughter in his arms.

Rawr!

Rawr!

‘Ophelia’s Innocence’ First in the series of three I painted focused on Shakespeare’s character’s tragic flaws and deaths. Bad picture quality. Acrylic on canvas.

‘Ophelia’s Innocence’

First in the series of three I painted focused on Shakespeare’s character’s tragic flaws and deaths. Bad picture quality. Acrylic on canvas.

When I dream, sometimes I remember how to fly.
~ Neil Gaiman (via gatekeeper)

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Today I felt hungry and lost. Photo cred: me.

Today I felt hungry and lost. Photo cred: me.