
Who knew the little wizard lived in Tampa? I did. I knew he lived in Tampa.
On an unrelated note, I’ve begun eating tuna, thanks to the help of Cristy’s trusty can-opener.
The art, humor, and philosophy of a guy named David Uribe.

On an unrelated note, I’ve begun eating tuna, thanks to the help of Cristy’s trusty can-opener.


Except maybe some hardcore caffeine and a punch to the face. But I keep turning those offers down.

I’m scared to approach the pizza boxes. They’re sitting on the conference table in the middle of the office as they have all day. I keep looking back there expecting a rat to pull a slice out. And then all of a sudden the rat eats it and chokes on its staleness. Then, like, another rat comes behind him yelling “Medic!” and a little white mouse with tiny pink eyes and a red cross on his helmet comes over to him to assess the damage. They whisper a few things in his little rat ears and take him out on a stretcher. Poor little rat never saw it coming. Death by the slice.
It’s getting late.

Any questions?
Things are going well still. I’m on iChat whenever I’m not really drawing. I have some awesome friends supporting me. Thanks for the comments and even some of the critiques have been fun. I completely disagree with them, but it’s the thought that counts.
I keed, I keed.
Let me take a moment now to send a shout out to the Ribeiros in Brazil. I have no idea if Higor or Sarah are reading this right now, but I thought they should know I miss them. I hope you guys manage to visit real soon. If not, there’s a high chance you’ll see me in your country again.
Alright, time to start sketching some more. Stay tuned, all you faithful readers!