So, I sold one print at Genericon. I am now the proud owner of $3 and a sense of professionalism. It was a fun time. I got a 'heeeyy there' from a girl as I walked into an elevator. That was interesting, I'm still not sure if I was just in her way, and she was being sarcastic, or if she thought I was cute. The world may never know, and I certainly won't figure it out

Anyways, I count as a professional artist now. Whoo. Not exactly what I want to be in art terms, but It's cool I accomplished something. Nick totally kicked the whole "I'm an artist, I have a table, watch me do commissions, hear me roar" thing down like a muther trucker! I alas, am made of nervous, and ran away form the table and the possibility of not drawing exactly what someone wanted Forgive me Nick, I left you alone V__V Ah well, perhaps next time, eh? Perhaps I'll do better then. :]


P.S. I can't stop listening to O'Death. They're he best bluegrass music I've ever heard!