So I went and got a haircut yesterday. I've been going to this shit place that costs only 1000 yen (10 bucks) just because I'm a cheap bastard and don't care what I look like. Well, I got lost on the train ride over which was a bit of an ordeal and it took me an extra hour to get back on track since I did the stupid fall-asleep-and-wake-up-dazed-and-confused-10-stops-from-where-I-shoulda-been thing. Well, anyway. I get back to where I started, get on the right train and I'm stuck sitting in front of this dude who's pants are on too tight and his gut is spilling over his belt. On top of that, he's wearing a shirt that's 2 sizes too small which is, like, totally gross. Oh, and he was also squeezing and strokin' his belly like it was a fine persian cat. How's that for a Saturday morning, eh? Dayam...

Anyway, I have a bunch of other crap to bitch about but I'll keep it light and positive. I'm just cranky cuz I'm not smoking. Yeah, yeah. I was supposed to quit along time ago but Japan sorta did me in and I'm back on track to quitting. I even had my sister mail me patches from Canada since I couldn't find any here. That's dedication dammit!

Uhh, more art. This one's an early sketch of one of the characters but she's gone through a bunch of changes since so I figure it's okay to show this. I was going for a classic ninja look with the baggy pants and all but decided to keep it more swank and spy-like for the final design. I was also told it wasn't hawt enough, too. So, you get the nazi in the last post and a ninja in this one. Booyah. TAK