divalea

My rent's due this Friday, and my complex charges $50./day late fees, won't work with me (I tried), so no foolin' gotta raise $300. $190. $140. $50. by Friday.

UPDATE $230. to go! $190. $140.   $50. TO GO,  DONE!  YAY! YOU GUYS ROCK! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

So, here's how I'm trying to raise it:
Commissions (shipping inclusive!)
Near-Life Experience Original Art Sales (special pricing!)

There's a lot of images, so scroll down!

COMMISSIONS:
Price is $55., payable via PayPal to divalea @ gmail.com, which includes shipping, for a 5x8" watercolor, single figure. I am ace, as it turns out, at painting cats with wings, but I also do amusing portraits and character commissions.
Some recent pieces:














ALSO: Near-Life Experience Original ART SALE!

Any one is just $25., which includes Priority Mail shipping. Except for Making Chicken, which is a three-piece set and is $50., First come, first served!
They're about 5x8 inches, acid-free paper, made with Faber-Castell Pitt Pens, Prismacolor pencil, white paint, and an abiding love of the absurd.

SOLD!                                                    SOLD!
        

Pool People                            Glee                                                    How to go to Bed
        
SOLD


RESERVED
 

Thanks, everyone! Please share the link to this post if you're not in the market for art right now!

A note from the comicker: Near-Life Experience Original Art Sale is going! Most pages are $35. You get cool art, I pay my bills and keep making NLEx! 
Now, the comic!

Inspired by the song "Fireflies" by Owl City. Owl City's official video and Captain Valor's American Sign Language performance follow. Both are massively charming. Thanks to raggedrobin for the ASL link!

It was KEWL.

This was inspired by an email from Ron Perazza (honcho of DC Online) that suggested I do another NLEx along the lines of "Diagram of a Fox" but of a superhero. Choosing what sort of superhero to diagram was easy; fitting in all the visual cliches of 90's superhero design was hard.
I know I've missed things like ridiculous pecs, the shameless swipes of Arthur Adams' and John Byrne's work, and tracing of Japanese pinup photography and Shirow Masamune manga, but there's only so much one person can do. 



There's a warning here for comickers: we all love the words and visuals of the comics, cartoons, movies and books we fell in love with. Kill your darlings.

Anyone here have any weird old toys or anime merch?

What's "gijinka"? Read on!

Sometimes I ache for twenty years ago, I was fucked up, my friends were fucked up, my marriage was heading into the years following some terrible things, and terrible things were still ahead of me. There was plenty to do, and too much time to do it in. We were going to rule the world as we defined it. (Read: comics and anime and manga.)
We had no fucking clue.

This is about food getting stupid. It's also about a dear sense memory being reduced to...



P.S.: FUCK GENTRIFICATION. IN. THE. EAR.

ETA: I'm glad to read (see comments) that there are still places where touching a kind of food meant to be touched is still done. Mongolian BBQ where you can't load your own bowl is like someone else pouring the syrup on your pancakes.

I wish you could've seen how smooth I was when I hid the book when they walked by trying to get a peek. I was not smooth, but they weren't subtle, it evened out.
Also, note I am drawing myself with my new haircut, and my summer frizz.

Today had no spiders to redeem it. Damn you, Charlotte.