It has now come to pass that my laptop no longer operates at anything above arctic conditions. From wheezing cooling fans I hear seven trumpets heralding a fiery apocalypse, venting columns of billowing ash and expelling sulfurous brimstone suffused with the black souls of the damned.
SG1 above, along with a small selection of the cast of Twin Peaks. Heavy abuse of white borders in every direction.
Also some costume drawings. I don't even remember the last time I did life drawings to Kanye West blasting on a sound system, but it was invigorating. One 10 minute, and a few 3's and 2's.