Sometimes I get home from my ridiculously easy job and think I must have some sort of chronic malady, because I’m in a weary fog and too tired to draw. And then, while I’m in the middle of sketching out my periodic interpretation of this feeling, I suddenly remember that I only slept three hours last night. And probably the night before that. Oh, and my diet runs the gamut from hot dogs to burritos to spoons full of peanut butter (somehow scooped to the size of an apple and eaten ravenously over the sink).

In other words, I’m exhausted by my swingin’ bachelor lifestyle. It’s probably exactly the same for George Clooney.

I got bored with tonight’s new Saturday Night Live, so I hopped on Hulu and started watching an episode from 1981. Here’s a mostly-failed attempt at rendering a young Eddie Murphy.

Am I the only one who noticed that the Pope was wearing a Cab Calloway style zoot suit during his final audience?

Fun fact: During the first year of my life, there were 3 different Popes!

Back to digital (using Frenden’s “Big Tex” brush for Manga studio). I’d be lying if I said the scribbly lack of detail outside Norma Shearer’s face was an aesthetic choice–it was just my typical laziness–but I kinda like it anyway.