A little while back I had a request to color a sketch from long-time follower digiharrison of Sissi from Code Lyoko...a little something for the anniversary of his "Forgotten Toon Girls" blog. Admittedly, I was having a lot of trouble correcting some anatomy issues, not to mention having a lot of real-life issues at the time, so I....*clears throat*.... outsourced a redraw to the infamous Chad Porter. Add a little dash of color, a pinch of highlights, and voilà...
I vaguely recall a few people getting butt-hurt for the simple fact that I gave these two blonde hair. C'mon? Really? I've seen them elsewhere with locks of every spectrum in the rainbow....and in one instance, rainbow colored. I absolutely refuse to color them in their original 'traffic cone orange', so to compromise we'll call this (to use a pseudo-Southern colloquialism) "pumpkin innards".
Naturally, not unlike Rage Grenade, the first thing I thought of was Ron Simmons (of professional wresting fame) and this trademark "Damn"....not to be confused with "Daaaaaaammm" from the movie Friday. Later I saw an off-handed comment on paheal.....say it like Cleveland on the Star Wars parody, Blue Harvest.
So, what's there to say about Leesburg Bikefest? I got screwed, brewed, tattooed, came to the aid of a couple of damsels in distress, got into a bar fight....and a fun time was had by all.
Photo by Phillipthe2 using HTC Evo 8.0MP
Now, it goes without saying that I was highly intoxi-muh-cated for three days straight. That's a given.
As for being all chivalrous and defending some perfect strangers' honor... A friend from out of town and I are in a local bar throwing back some liquid courage and chatting up a couple of tattooed up chicks at the table next to us....you know, just bullshitting the time away. All the while the two are getting hassled by every proverbial 'dirty old man' that comes in the place....and that's painting with broad strokes considering it's a biker rally. A couple of straight-up white trash types come over and decide it's time to skip the small talk. One pulls out a camera...the other starts mugging for said camera as he grabs handfuls of tit and ass. Needless to say, said damsels did not approve...and neither did we.
Liquid courage don't fail me now!
A few choice words are exchange when one of the trailer park duo grabs.... Honestly, the dude has a dozen or more empty beer bottles, several beer mugs, and a like number of bar stools to chose from, but this idiot decided his weapon of choice would be my brand new cell phone....which he hit me in the face with. Not smart. I broke his nose before he had a chance to do any more technological damage. His skinny, camera-toting, shit-talking friend was literally beating his fist against his chest, throwing out trailer park gang signs, and exclaiming "What?! What muthafuckuh?! You want some'uh this?! C'mon muthafuckuh!"....as he backed up towards the exit.
Eight hours, a hangover, and several cell-phone-induced bruises later ...all the while rather surprised that we'd escaped jail time...we ran into said damsels. They were models at a body art exhibition (tattoos, body piercing, etc). Did I mention that I'm chivalrous? Yeah, I'm also monogamous. Damn you, monogamy!!
Oh, in case your wondering, Jackyl....yeah, the slightly age-ed band from the '90s....more than made up for that suck-fest that was Warrant last year.
"Oh, don't worry Lois...the vet said he's just trying to display his dominance."
Some dogs pee on the carpet, some like to chew on your slippers, some even go so far as to eat your homework....and the there's Brian. Somehow I get the impression that a call toCesar Millan ain't gonna do much good.
It ain't very ofter I commission work from people, but at ten buck a pop for work the caliber of Chad's (aka operative274) it's kinda hard to pass up. The problem I generally have is....I suck at character ideas and/or situations to put them in. I'm just not that much of an original thinker.
Here however, my lame-ish "Red Monika having a 'wardrobe malfuction' while in the heat of battle" idea is made far less dorky by way of sheer artistic talent.
A decidedly top heavy Chel from The Road to El Dorado. I'm not really sure what drew me to this one seeing as I've never actually seen the movie. Oh, wait, now I remember....I was looking for a life vest for a similarly buxom friend of mine (so she can go kayaking with my gf and I) and commented that she should be buoyant enough as it is. :D