Max-stravaganza

It took me two weeks to finish the pencils.  Three months to try to teach myself digital painting in Photoshop.   Then it took me a month and a half to get the balls to ask my coworkers for help when I failed miserably at coloring.  Two days later, I was finished.   So I proudly present: Rowdy Rodimus Prime-per

During my senior year of college, The Killers' " Read My Mind " got me through some particularly hard times. Or possibly it perpetuated those dark feelings and drove me into a deeper depression and made my spiral that much more downward. It had the potential to become my Helter Skelter  or, slightly more upbeat, the Don't Stop to my Bill Clinton. Either way, that track was there for me when I needed it, unlike the person whose absence made me in need of said song. Not that I'm bitter or anything. Anymore. Now, I have always considered myself to be a hopeless romantic, but I'm not sure if there is anything about my particular way of life or daily endeavors that truly warrants that title. "Hopeless romantic" is something that I wanted to be and the label stuck. I belong to that particular crowd of 20-somethings who, despite never having found it, laments losing the love of their life. The details leading up to this event don't really need

Thanks to a random work conversation, courtesy of Jason Ho , the following was born. Hashtag flyandtalk.  So without further Apu, here is: Just Imagine...Aaron Sorkin writing the Justice League.  (Click thumbnail for full size script pages)