Heh

Well here I am again, with a bunch of random sketches, all doodled on a rocking train.
They are done with different thoughts in my mind, and some were quickly colored to make them more digestible.
Or less digestible, I never know.
I have been doing some "more better" stuff, but I want to keep it under the wraps until I am happy with it and have it all done.
Also, I have a new friend. He can write good.
Name is James H.
He took my idea about the Orc Detective, and wrote a really nice script that I got excited about so I think I will be drawing me some comics soon :)
We decided to do short (5-10 panels) episodes as my poor attention span and other commitments would prevent me to do longer pieces, at least at the moment. I will let you know how it all went in the months to come.
On another note, that cake I have mentioned in my previous post was a success!
Except it was a painful struggle, heavily supervised by my lovely wife who kept on pointing out all the stuff I would do wrong, before I even got the chance to do it.
Apparently, you are supposed to beat egg-whites before you add the rest of ingredients to it. Also, you are supposed to beat egg yolks with a wooden spoon in a non metalic vessel over a pot with steaming water.
I kept on reading the recipe and screaming "What the hell!?" each time I would pick a spoon to add the next thing to the mix. The cooking scale was a lying bitch and I never knew that you can fit that much coconut into a 100 grams measure.
I've burnt myself three times while manhandling the oven and had several nervous breakdowns where I would flip out, scream at and try to pick fight with a particular kitchen utensil refusing to do my bidding at the time.
First act, separating egg whites from the yolks- a seemingly simple task caused me much grief. Yolks would break as I was trying to apply recently observed expertise from some cooking show: you knock the egg on the edge of the table, then as you gently pull it apart, it cracks across the middle and then you pour it from one half of the eggshell into the other over a pot, separating egg white from the yolk. Easy as you would think!
Well little fuckers refused to crack across the middle, exploding in my hand, and getting the egg everywhere.
Whole exercise ended up with me pouring all the egg insides into the pot, and then trying to scoop as much yolk out of it with the spoon as possible.
Also, I felt that I, as a cake eater, would know better than hundreds of women from the old country who perfected the recipe before me as to what amounts of ingredients should be combined into this product.
Lets just say that the only reason people eating it did not get instant diabetes is because their blood vessels got blocked with excessive amount of cholesterol (also delivered by the cake) thus preventing their blood stream to distribute sugary goodness to their cells and cause disease.
Let us never talk about it all again.
And lets not even mention the lamb roast that I tried to cook in order to fix the situation with.
Anyhow, this is enough whinging for one post,
Until the next time,

Kind regards to all,

Milenko

Here we go!

Happy Easter everyone!
My Easter holidays started well, but then I got some cold and this morning I woke up with blocked nose and sore lungs.
It kind of sucked, but it went away so at least I am sort of OK for the time being. I am pretty sure it will come back soon but 'till then I will enjoy what I got.
I decided and vowed to make a cake following a recipe that my friend's wife has given me.
We went for a visit yesterday, and they offered us this awesome cake with coconut and walnuts and butter cream in between. And they only saved a little piece for each one of us, so I could not have any extra.
I always wanted to learn how to make a cake but never had the motivation nor the opportunity.
I took the recipe from them and decided that being close to forty, I should be able to maintain enough attention span to mix some stuff, bake it and fill it with some more stuff.
i will keep you up to date with that one.
And as is custom for Easter, here's an Easter image:

You might scratch your head and ask what does a thundercat named cheetara or something like that has to do with a son of god being betrayed by his pupil, crucified for our sins and then resurrecting himself three days later, raising up to heaven and sitting to the right of his heavenly father, with very little information being available about his wherabouts since.
(My guess is that he is still sitting there, possibly making lists of people currently breaking the comandments, practicing his sword fighting skills and working out war strategies for the time when armageddon comes and he has to lead heavenly armies and slay the evil).
I do not understand when or how he turned from a peacemaker who loved each and every being into a heavenly warlord getting ready to fight the hordes, but I understand that it is not for me to know or understand. My faith is enough.
I beleive that he has a perfectly god reasons and that all will be reveiled when the time comes, so I will beleive, sit and wait.
Well, going back to Cheetarah, it has to do as much with Easter as does a bunny distributing eggs to children.
So there you go.

Cheers to all,

Milenko

Feeling better

Just so you know.
And yes, even when I felt like shit around the time of the previous post, it was just my professional persona with whatever little artist is attached to it. But I was tired enough to write it like I did :)
In the meantime, I picked up a bit, spent time with my family and got to enjoy life a bit more.
I feel better now, but it does not show yet.
If this continue, I might be able to do something nice for a change.
I also started playing "Warhammer Age of Reckoning" with my kids, and boy is it fun!
I am squdgie herder and I am level 17 after like 40 hours of playing. I have no fucking idea what the hell am I doing in game at the best of times, but I just follow my kids and my friend Tomo around like some sort of fifth wheel and shoot whatever they attack with my mighty arrows.
My Squig fights better than I do.
I suck, yet it is still fun. I like the world and I like the gameplay and I hate those fucking forces of order, every time we go into something caller RVR scenario, I am just something they kill over and over again. My fighting technique consists of punching the TAB key like a madman, and then randomly hitting 1,2,3,4,5... each one of those keys does something, but sometimes it takes time.
But see, if I accidentally hit 6 (which I do often), it turns me into a giant squig, and then all my skills are gone and all I can do is headbutt stuff. But I can only headbutt if someone is close by, and those fucking order people keep on moving, so I can't do jack shit. I then desperatly grab for my mouse and try to click the icon to turn myself back into that little archer dude. And then some fucking dwarf comes from somewhere and chops me to bits like the fat chef chops some exotic vegetable in one of those cooking shows. Sometimes it is not even dwarf, it is chick in her underwear holding a sabre. Well that sucks, but I can kill giant spiders no worries, especially if they are few levels lower than me, and far enough so I kick their arse before they get to me.
Still, the whole experience ( regardless of how dislexic I am) is fun, for some weird reason.

Anyhow, I will talk more next time, I am off to watch "One Piece" with my kids and that should be fun.
Some more crap train sketches this time, and I hope to have something better next time.

Cheers to all,

Milenko