Heh

I think there's something truly wrong with me. And I really need to take a cold hard look at myself to fix it.

Third Place...Kinda

Murder By Death announced the winners today for their Split EP cover art contest. Sadly, I didn't make it but I'm not upset by that. They choose 2 winners and the art is actually really fucking sweet. They also posted up all the entries which I thought was cool. It seems that they posted the entries from best to worst (at least thats what I think, because as you go along the list they get really shitty). But there is a lot of great art work in there and I have to give these guys a lot of credit. I'm also very excited because if my theory is correct, then I technically got third place. So that made my day.

Thats pretty much it for now....

Maybe I should actually get back to drawing something and not bullshit?


-Davel

There is a lot of snow outside...

I think it's funny that I started this entry about 2 days ago and just haven't touched it. Weird. It finally started to snow, which is great. Well, not when I have to work in it, but at least it's starting to feel like fucking Christmas. We haven't put a tree up since it's a mess in this house. It still depresses me that I haven't had a tree for Christmas for like...maybe 3 years. Could be 4, I don't remember. The 18th was the anniversary that my grandfather died. Still feels like he's on extended vacation. That explains why when I found out he died, I just went downstairs and jerked off. But then again, I was 17 at the time and it was just routine.

Today I had a Christmas party with my friends at Bradley's house, which was great. Last years party was a fucking disaster that I hate reliving. But I can't deny that it makes for a funny story. Speaking of which, it seems like life is missing out on it's funny stories for me. I feel like I have accomplished anything in a while. Even though I did achieve my goal of ending up on NotCot.com (twice!), I'm talking about something more...meaningful I guess is the word I'm looking for. I'm looking for a real story to tell and I haven't had the experience it needs to be told. I'm not sure if that made sense or not. By the way, it feel's really good to vent a bit via a blog. I recently just went through all my blogs dateing back to like '04. Jesus Christ, I was such a fucking tool. It was embarassing reading the shit I wrote back then. Reliving the growing pains is weird. I guess it's a good thing I grew out of it. At least I think I'm out of it. Who knows.

I need to get off my ass and draw more. Write more too. Maybe that needs top priority. I actually need to take off my suite first. I'm wearing a suite. Why? Well, why not?


-Davel

Crazy Fucking People

Here's a good story for you guys. This just proves my theory that I'm living in some sort of horror movie or FUCKED UP psychological thriller. So today at work I arrive to the apartment where I'm suppose to walk Casey. As soon as I close the door behind me, the fucking door bell rings. I open the door and it's this old lady.

She looks at me and says in a very eerie voice "Oh it's you....". Mind you I've never, EVER, met this woman in my life. She decides to start this conversation with "Oh it's you". So that already had me going what the fuck way before the shit really hits the "are you fucking serious?" fan. Casey then walks next to me and starts to rub her head against my knee like most dogs do. And the old lady starts to fucking freak out and begins breathing deeply.

She looks at me and says "No...this isn't it. Not him. I don't want it near me. I didn't want it", while covering her face with her hands still talking in that creepy old woman voice. The whole time this woman was talking my jaw was literally dropping as I processed what the fuck she was saying. At that point I just closed the door on her and proceeded to ask myself, "what the fuck...?".

The whole thing was very unsettling. Especially since a few weeks ago I was in an elevator, going to walk another dog and an automated message starts playing on the speaker inside the elevator. It was some lady telling me that they've sent notifications to my home about taking care of my debts and I need to make it my top priority before they take action. The message cut off and I ran out of the elevator. So I wonder whats in store for me next. Maybe I'll find a baby in a field that turns out to be to reincarnation of an ancient God?


Nah.


-Davel

Cover Art Contest

I just finished up a new piece for a cover art contest. Murder By Death are hosting it, so I'm a little excited about it. Nervous too. They've been one of my favorite bands since I was in high school. It seems so long ago but it's only been about 5 years maybe. I can't fucking count.

The deadline is today at noon. Luckily I finished it 2 days ago. It's a shocker, I know. I usually don't finish things of this caliber until the VERY last minute. Chalk it up to second guessing myself throughout the whole process.

To say that this piece drove me crazy is an understatement. Due to my adoration for the band, I had to get everything right. If it wasn't, then why bother sending it? Luckily I love the final version and I'm hoping it gets chosen. Fingers crossed.

In other news, I was sick all week and now I think I might get sick again just as soon as I started feeling better...fuck





-Davel

Dear Blog

It's the wee hours of the morning and I'm sitting here listening to old school Murder By Death, bored out of my mind. Although the music is keeping me a bit entertained. I think thats about all I have to say for now.

I'm drawing again

True story.