Industrial strength

I live here.
It's always all about to happen.

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Fool's Train Ticket

A commission as done for Carl Flynn.
© Caitlin Olson 2009, etc., etc., don't be a douche canoe.

I wouldn't say the nine-to-five-ing are draining me, it just makes it so the time that I do have that isn't spent catering to the strange needs of John Q. Public (picking a lock at a customer's request today, good example), I actually spend drawing rather than typing away on my blog at all hours of the night.
Except tonight.

I escape the Bay Area on April Fool's Day until the fourth. I'm eager for my long train ride and the consumption of large quantities of books that I've accumulated over the past six months.

Monday nights: to fall asleep to Billie Holiday
Here's how,
xo
see.eye

Zim Hates You

Just when I think I fail at dates, I remember this particular scene.
Also, Jhonen dishes on why ZIM (and Yo-han) hates you.

Also, I was probably never meant to be blonde.
But I digress, and continue in spring cleaning.

The bleach singed my braincells
xo
see.eye

Sixth of March

If you haven't already, Britten and Brülightly by Hannah Berry is a must read, I had forgotten the title until this past month.
And here are the beginnings of a self-portrait. It needs work.

Another week.
xo
see.eye

Luck sleeps where she wants to sleep, she just don't sleep with me

On a rainy Tuesday night, exhausted as hell from work, I find myself dancing in my socks to soul music before I decided to paint.

Christ, I'm stunted without, and I'm intoxicated when under the influence of one.

Next episode: The Hostile Take Over of a Scanner.

love,
cait