The Antisocial Socialist

I went to the aquarium and took pictures and you have to suffer through seeing them all. Well, not really. I took over 400 and got it down to 17, which shows tremendous restraint and character growth on my part.



( brace yourself for tentacles )

At least, I think he's finished. I never know when to call it a day on stuff, but I started to add more texture and it looked like shit so I painted over it and liked my coverup...so anyway.

I think it's done.



(Note that the lens flare on the left is actual light, not the painting. You can probably tell but just in case.)

Some details, 'cause I really like the texture:



I've been surprisingly creatively productive on break, given my intention to do nothing over the break but drink, lie on the couch, and watch Netflix with my cats. I also spent much of the morning working on my character bio for Ehdrigohr, oddly also involving tentacled horrors of the deep, and managing to unsettle me as I was writing him.

This is a friendly cosmic horror.

Now I'm going to cook and shit.

SUVs suck, octopuses rule, and Bush likes killing Arabs.

It's nice to know that the world never changes.

(Hat tips: rackletang for the octopuses, uberbitsch for the Camus.)

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(Hat tip: flummoxicated.)

P.S. How is this possible?