Nerd break

Or rather, a break from being a nerd.

This is actual regular art. I know, it's weird for me to not be wasting my time drawing video game characters or ANOTHER Star Wars thing, but I gotta make them Benjamins somehow.



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Fresh new art coming soon! You won't have to suffer through all this boring stuff too much longer.

Until next time...

¡Paper!

Just another day...

That I don't have superpowers.

Seriously, what's up with that? I'm as good a candidate as any. My only caution is that I would have to settle for being a Peter Parker sort of superhero instead of a Bruce "The Batman" Wayne type of super hero... AKA, a freak accident sort of superhero. I mean, if I had a million dollars, I'd already have a pair of nunchucks and a jetpack, and I would be custom ordering my understated yet powerful costume as we speak.

I just feel like, if you're not going to be a superhero, then why are you a millionaire? If the government were to develop some kind of system where they take money from millionaires and redistribute it to other incredibly good looking people with below average income so they can become superheros... I'd vote for that.

Are you listening, government?

Yes... of course you are. You're always listening.

My blog-to-art segues are sort of lacking, so here's a sketch of the Joker.



There's going to be some more free stuff on here real soon. I promise.

Until next time...

Scarecrow, Snooze Alarm

My plan for this saturday was to get up early and walk to a local diner and have breakfast. Unfortunately, my overachieving got the better of me again. I set my alarm for 9:30, and didn't get up until 10! Yes! Success! If there's one thing I'm guilty of, it's giving one million percent to everything, and that includes sleeping. If I tell myself I will get eight hours of sleep, I may give myself NINE hours of sleep, in the hopes that I will one day promote myself to upper-middle management, and finally get that parking spot that's under a big tree in the lot. There's nothing bad about that spot! In the summer, it keeps your car cool. In the rain, it helps keep you dry. If it snows, you're the only one not cleaning ten pounds of snow off your windshield. I need that spot... no... I DESERVE it.

Yesssss.

Ok, here's a sketch of "The Scarecrow" from Batman. Weirdly, I had to think about what animal to make him for a long time - until I remembered his name is Jonathan CRANE! HAHA! Oh man, I am such a n00ber.

Ok, this is more of a stork than a crane, but what are you, some kind of biologist? Why don't you go look at some tiny germs that are also the same size as your tiny brain!

But wait, first look at this sketch.



Now get out of here.

Until next time...

New computer! New memories!

Sweet, hot memories we will make together. You and me and my brand new Macbook Pro. It is so much more beautiful than I imagined... although, that may be because even a piece of celery wrapped in tin foil with a keyboard attached would be better than my old computer.

What does this mean for you? Not much. You're still kind of a loser, but you WILL get the opportunity to bask in the biscuit-like fragrance of the more and many-more arts that I will now be putting up here.

As a reward for coming here today, you get to see a tattoo concept I've been working on.



Not quite done yet, but you get the idea.

Until next time!

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Holy cow...

There are so many excellent things happening right now that I can no longer shield you from the super rainbow waves of greatness.

Which is good, since I've been majorly out of commission for almost a week with a terrible case of hives.

"OMG fella! How did you get hives?"

I'm glad you asked, semi-loyal reader. Mainly because my apartment complex has the most terrible water in the world.

Imagine an airplane full of dog crap and gasoline crashed into a factory that makes pennies and glue. Now imagine that factory was next to some sort of bog or swamp. Now imagine the wreckage from the plane-factory crash fell into the bog. Now imagine it rained a lot and the bog became a lake. Now imagine they put some pipes in the lake and pumped the penny-gas dog-poo water into a giant tank and mailed it to my apartment complex.

That's basically how I got hives.

BUT, I'm all un-itchy now and ready to get back to squeezing out some quality!

Here's a new Facebook addition:


There are a few new projects I'm cranking out, but we'll save those till tomorrow. And by tomorrow I mean "whenever this blog gets updated next".

In other news:
The first Mountain Man tee EVER sold like two days ago! It was bought by our new best friend, Olivia.

Yes, I know that's a picture of Chuck Norris, but that's exactly how bad-a Olivia's lucky friend is going to be wearing that sweet manly shirt.

You can still get your own Mountain Man tee RIGHT NOW at the paperbeatsscissors Etsy shop.
RIGHT OVER THERE →

Last but not least paperbeatsscissors has a new tee up on Threadless, so get your patootie over there and score it!


Until next time!

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Oh man, I'm getting hungry...

I'm almost considering eating the chocolate Christmas penguin I've had on my desk for six months. It's made out of that special chocolate that will last forever, even after the Apocalypse, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

As a special reward for visiting this blog, even though there's almost never anything interesting here, I've put up another song. It was recorded last weekend for an Easter video a friend was working on.

Jesus Is A Rock


Reworking of an old song, sung here by Frank Sinatra. As usual, all instruments and vocals are by this guy. Mostly just acoustic, electric, and bass, with some sweet drum loops and effects unda-laid. Dig?

Also included! Some fresh art.

Facebook: Murray


Lil' Dreezy


Sexyyyyyyy.

Side note: I just finished reading Ronin by Frank Miller over the weekend, so now I need a new comic book to read. I'm thinking of The Umbrella Academy, but I'm gonna have to do some more research.

Until next time!

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Pinch yourself...

..because you might be dreaming, and if you're dreaming then you can't go vote on the newest shirt from PAPERBEATSSCISSORS at Threadless! Oh em gee! Check it out...



An otherworldly rendering of a classic tale. Am I full of creative jello, or have I just been watching too many episodes of LOST? In an alternate universe, Lewis Carroll was Japanese, Elvis is president, and fried chicken is bread!

Oh wait, that last one is real. We really are living in the future!

As a special bonus, I've included an original rendering of the Kyoutan Tochi design so you can see it in all of it's many-faceted, star-kissing beauty.



And as an even more extra special bonus, check out the original art that inspired this design.



Part of the blindingly awesome STICKER PROJECT. Check out the facebook album to learn about all the little jots and tittles of that project.

Stay in school.

Until next time!

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You deserve this.

Don't feel bad for indulging yourself. Two posts...within two days! If Santa were real, he would be so totally jealous of me now, since you just received the two best gifts ever, and it's not even Christmas. I can just imagine him shaking his merry little sausage-finger fist at me in jolly rage, as he sends Rudolph to take a dump on my deck.

Ahhh, it already feels like December again in here, instead of stupid March.

Here's a little tidbit that I've been meaning to share for a while. A Where the Wild Things Are tribute... fabric stitched on canvas.



So adorable, and yet... so sexy. This might possibly go up for sale soon, or be included as a magical FREE givaway if someone... anyone.... will buy one of the awesome and lonely shirts I have for sale on Etsy. BUT, if that happens you will only know about it on this blog, so go tell all your friends to come here and then hit them in the head with a lamp so they forgot why they came.

See how we both benefit? Good.

Until next time...

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I thought we were friends...

But I guess you only liked me for my good looks and charming personality, because there are still like 40 Mountain Man tees chilling in my apartment. Well, not exactly chilling. More like laying dejectedly in a cardboard box... like a homeless wino.

Do you think you're better than them? I know you have a lot of important sit-alone-in-my-basement-ing to do, but you could at least pretend like they exist. They don't even ask you for change or smell like potato armpits like most homeless people... all they want is a torso to embrace and someone to love forever and ever. It's the least you could do.

Anyway, they're available for sale here.

I have to hurry up and guilt-trip you so I can get back to watching Bram Stoker's Dracula. I've never seen it before, but I already can't understand why it took so long for vampires to become awesome. Why would you want to watch Twilight when you could see Keanu Reeves try to fake a British accent while the camera tries to shoot around Gary Oldman's towering boob hair. Seriously, the guy could keep bees in that thing... and how terrifying would that be? A Dracula that sucks your blood and stings you with trained bees. Oh man... I'll be sleeping with my covers extra tucked in tonight...

And speaking of bone-chilling bad guys:

Bonus art! A sketch of my new soon-to-be-famous supervillain CACTOPUS!



I know, wicked right? Don't feel bad if you just soiled yourself; it's a problem many people your age have. I guess I just solved the mystery of what you're going to be next Halloween.

You're welcome.


Until next time!

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