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The time for change is now! Paper Beats All will now be on Wordpress. Hopefully the move will give PBA some cool new features and more web flexibility than a Chinese gymnast. I plan on building it up from scratch, but for now the template is a nice facelift and is already totes better than this old blog. See you at the new digs!

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My cat. Shooting lightning. Out of her paws!

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Good morning everyone. It's time for spring! Who wants to take a bath in the grass?

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I also realized that I started Paper Beats All almost a whole year ago (give or take a couple days). I know I haven't updated in months, but for me, it's quite an achievement to have kept up with something semi-consistently for so long and still wish to continue. It was something a friend casually suggested and I adopted as a new year's project. A year later, I still enjoy having this little

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This one's for Ryan, who requested:I want to see a beastie that floats in the air like a bird, but without wings. Instead it's like a little puffer fish, round and plump and alabaster with prominent spikes protruding in every direction (except the spikes aren't dangerous, but are kind of cuddly).Hmm.. This one took a while to get right. Cuddly spikes was a bit of a challenge. And puffer fish are

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Mike wrote:When I sleep, there’s a little beastie who hangs out near the inner corner of my left eye. He’s very small, and I think he eats a good bit of cheese nips because when I wake up, I always find crumbs in my eye crevice. I’ve never seen him because I’m always asleep when he visits. Most likely he’s kinda fat and has orange fingertips. Tammy, you might have a better idea of what he looks

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Sam wrote:there is a beastie who lives inside my left ear. every now and then she whispers funny things like fruits she would like to squeeze or places she would visit if she had feet. she has funny beastie-like names for things like the wind or the sound of pigeons making love. on the 11th of every month i treat her to a q-tip dipped in bittersweet chocolate if she's been very good, or an

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It's Beastie #3!This was inspired by Natasha, who asked for:- cycloptic lizard- tiny scales- stunted, can't fly for crap wings- large talons- smiling stupidlyThere aren't any talons, but those shoes! Those legs! She's a man-eater! I had a lot of fun with this one, because it could have gone in several directions. Ultimately I took "lizard" and went with "dinosaur," because I love dinosaurs. And I

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Today's beastie was conceived by Vincent, who wrote:What about a beastie that is trying to stay away from vending machines, but is having a really hard time because he recently realized that he has an addiction to fat pills... i mean...M&Ms. Then he realizes that he should stick to liquid foods. He loves straws.........especially if there is a milkshake at the end of it.Talk about a beastie with

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Because it's Halloween season and because I love monsters, I have decided to launch the 1st Annual Paper Beats All Big Bad Beastie Contest! For the month of October, I will be taking submissions for Big Bad Beasties. You come up with an idea, I draw it, and at the end of the month we'll have a little vote on the best one. The proud mommy or daddy of the beastie wins a prize!So without further ado

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Well, it's been an eventful two months. Shortly after my last post, I returned to the United States, which as you can expect, was a pretty big deal. Since then I've gone on "vacation" to Los Angeles and Chicago and have also been working on my portfolio. So, sorry about the long wait! Life gets in the way sometimes, and I haven't been completely lazy like the meatball you see below:Here's a bit

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In highschool, I had a calculus teacher, Mr. Kriesa (as in "crisis"). Like an arctic hare, he would grow out his beard in the winter months and shave it off in the spring. Everyday I would draw a picture of him in the corner of my notes, each with a different theme. I called it "The Daily Kriesa," and it went on for most of the year, and by the end you could see a clear progression in the growth

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I've noticed that all the characters I make up are males. Maybe I should work on some female ones? Anyway, I drew this guy quite a while back. People who know me know that I loath/fear frogs like nothing else, but I like the idea of this sour looking dude who wears a frog suit... Or is it his skin? Is he half man half frog? Does he dress up like a frog to catch frogs to make balloons? Either way,

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Ugh. Sorry for the lack of updates... I'm leaving Japan in a week, and to say it's been a stressful month would be like saying the weather's been on the warm side. Sigh, yes, the rainy season has ended and it's now officially summer, the season of fireworks and festivals and school vacation... Oh, and it's fucking HOT. My god, it feels like the sun is punishing Japan. On Saturday it was already

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Just felt like drawing something cute. Enjoy the beasties.

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Yesterday I went shopping at Gotemba outlets. It was so surreal, as it looked exactly like an American outlet mall, only full of Japanese people. I mean, I'm so far from home, yet this little consumer village in the jungle was so familiar, from the Eddie Bauer and J.Crew stores to the annoying brat children. Running around, screaming, crying, taking up space, and generally making everyone

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If I had a million dollars, I would buy a gigantic vat (even bigger than this one.. maybe big enough for a couple of people), fill it with rising bread dough, and take a nap in it. God, can you imagine how incredible that would be? Soft and warm and good smelling dough bed.And when I woke up, I could bake the dough and have some bread...

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Today we're going to learn some Japanese. Here, Rintaro says: "Dozo." As in: "After you. Please take this bowling lane, I insist." Any questions? (Besides why are Japanese dudes and Johnny Depp the only people who can pull off long hair and nerd-o glasses.)

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Instead of cats for relay races.

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I had a funny thought today about sumo wrestlers and kewpie dolls. I thought it'd be funny to have a sumo wrestler kewpie doll, but as I was drawing it, I realized they're essentially the same body.

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Last weekend, I came home from a great Golden Week vacation to find my house taken over by slugs. Oh my god. They were everywhere. Thus, I've begun my slug extermination campaign. In English Club today, I drew this little scene to illustrate the my current position in the war on slugs. On one side you have slimyness, rain, and general unhappiness. On my side, I only have a salt shaker and a

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Japan is full of old people! I saw this tiny old woman on the corner the other day. She was pushing what looked like a baby stroller (probably full of groceries) and had really fuzzy white hair. She looked like the kind of lady who would go into her vegetable garden at midnight to pluck slugs off the plants using chopsticks....I think I just saw into my future.

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This is from a week or so ago. I had a lot of trouble with the colors, which is why I didn't post it sooner. I'm still not sure what I think.... Anyway, I was inspired to draw it after hearing about a rock band made up of old dudes that Mike saw at a concert. It made me think of Ents and then those ridiculous Norse death metal bands. What if these dudes have been rocking since the beginning of

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Last weekend I finally went strawberry picking in Nirayama. The Japanese must truly be secret gluttons, because why else would anyone invent "all-you-can-pick-for 30-minutes"? My friends and I vowed to eat 100 each, which is quite a feat, but not how you'd expect... the challenge isn't the time limit, but rather how much room you have in your stomach. You get really, really full around the 70-

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So recently, I bought a Relakkuma pencil case. I don't really need another pencil case, but I've seen some of my students and even my supervisor with one, and it's so fucking adorable that I simply had to have it. Relakkuma, if you don't know, is a hugely popular Sanrio character; the name means "relax bear." I've fallen so in love with it, that I drew myself emerging from its plushy insides.

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It's been rainy and dreary for the past two days in Shizuoka. Not only has it affected my mood and productivity, but it's brought forth the slugs again. I found this little guy on the edge of my tub yesterday. I paused to watch him, and imagined what it'd be like to be perched on a blindingly white cliff, surveying the vast basin below. Then I hosed him down the drain with the showerhead. I hate

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Ok, this is a semi cop-out because it's only a page from one of my sketchbooks. But I find these doodles pretty amusing and have no recollection of drawing any of it. Looks like I had birds on the brain that day...

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I ate the worst-tasting piece of Easter candy today, from a bag of Lifesavers Gummies Bunnies & Eggs. It was like eating a grapefruit rind and a Sharpie. What would Jesus think! Then again, he probably wouldn't approve of the candy industry's encouragement of our downward spiral into the sticky jaws of diabetes, either.

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Ah, travel. The sights! The smells! The characters you run across! I love people watching in general, but when you're travelling, it's like someone bringing a smorgasbord to your front door. And you end up find a lot of similarities between people. Some folks are really interesting and some are complete morons who you wonder how they managed to get to this side of the world when they should be

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Hey everyone! I'm finally back from a very busy month that didn't allow for any updates. I guess I forgot to mention in my last post that in addition to the boyfriend visiting, I'd also be going on a 10 day trip to Thailand. Oops. Anyways, I was touched by your various concerned messages of "New drawings?" "Gyah! More drawings!" and "You haven't updated in a month." Needy ingrates. I love you all

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I learned a new word today:"Borborygmus (plural borborygmi) (from Greek βορβορυγμος) is the rumbling sound produced by the movement of gas through the intestines of animals. The word borborygmus is an actual onomatopoeia for this rumbling."Fair enough. But I still think the word sounded like a monster, so this is my "Borborygmus."PS- There won't be very many posts in the coming week. The

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What's this cat so angry about?

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A quick sketch of a couple of the characters at the gym I go to. From left to right: Lady who teaches aerobics with mesmerizing abs. Old dude who always smiles at me. Tall guy with freaky blue eyes, also teaches aerobics and MAY or MAY NOT be gay (I'm just speculating here). Next, Kobayashi Senior, who speaks English and has thighs like tree trunks. Last, Kobayashi Jr (not related) who speaks

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My friend Nathan, after making the mistake of spraying Febreze in his bag after a tofu juice leak.

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My thoughts exactly, cat. My thoughts exactly....

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This was inspired by a guy I saw on (guess) TV, a segment called "Good Lookin Club." I have no idea what it was about (makeovers?), but there was a dude with a mohawk and an elaborate tattoo on the side of his shaved skull. Kakkoi, ne? It reminded me of a story my friend told me, where he was accosted on the bullet train by a belligerent, probably drunk Japanese man. In the heat of the argument,

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An all too familiar site for ALTs across Japan. Just because you're still holding your pen, doesn't mean you're very convincing.

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I recently saw a video for this. They always play this hyper carnival-esque song at my grocery store, but I never knew it was so popular. In addition to a full length music video, there's apparently a CD. The "tarako" they are singing about is the word for fish eggs, and it's a pasta sauce made by Kewpie (maker of mayonnaise). However, anything with twins and the circus and baby dolls just

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So Ms. Brit has shaved her damn head. When I saw these disturbing photos of her in the act, I was filled with remorse. Remorse for what could have been. If only she'd stopped halfway, she could have brought back the skullet. Or maybe not. Or maybe the skullet was never "in" to bring back in the first place. In any case, she lost a golden opportunity to get back in touch with her trailer park

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Dear Loudspeaker-Truck-That-Continually-Drives-Round-My-Neighborhood:Shove this up your pie-hole.Oh you think I'm kidding, don't you? Think you're safe, you little steel box on wheels, eh? Well think again. Next time you come rolling down my block, ruining my morning/afternoon/evening with that incessant, obnoxiously cheerful high pitched voice of yours, I am going to take you DOWN. You watch.

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I normally don't drink milk. I'm one of the few people who are happy to crunch on a bowl of cereal sans the white stuff. But a couple of months ago, I got a package from my mom containing two huge bags of Rice Krispies, which were a welcome treat, as cereal in Japan is on the pricey side (for a ridiculously small amount, I might add). However, since I've started eating Rice Krispies, I've been

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Imagine your loved one as an ice cream cone!

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Sorry for the lack of updates lately. I was in Sapporo for the long weekend, enjoying some snow sculptures, frigid weather, and of course Ghengis-Ghengis-Ghengis Khan. This picture has nothing to do with Sapporo or Hokkaido, but it looks cold.I drew it last week, after watching a bizarre trivia show on TV called "Q-sama." A bunch of tv celebrities had to write kanji or were given trivia to solve

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I've since rearranged everything, but here's what my tatami room looked like several months ago. You can tell because the table isn't a kotatsu yet.

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Food pervades everything in Japan, especially television. Think of Iron Chef, and then think of every tv show as Iron Chef. Food's in your face all the freaking time. If there is no food, then it's not entertainment. Tonight I saw a show on the top ten conveyor belt sushi restaurants in the country. It was insane; there was a nigiri sushi with a 26cm long piece of toro. 26cm. That's my shoe

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(Well, it's been Friday for me already, since I live in the future). Have a great weekend! Here's a scene of some marine creatures crashing an onsen.

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I felt like putting this up because I watched "Borat" tonight. This started out as a portrait of Mike, but ended up looking sleazier than I intended it to. So now he's a nameless Eurotrash gigolo who wants to making the carnal relations with the ladies.

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So there's this cat I'm kind of obsessed with. She's one of two that live on the school grounds. It's nice to be around animals from time to time, and the five minutes I take to feed the cats is a therapeutic break from work. At first, this cat, Nyan-Nyan (which is the Japanese version of naming your cat Meow-Meow), shunned my advances. What a tease. But now, true to her namesake, she's learned

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Here's your typical Numasho student--one of the genki-er ones, that is. No really, they look like this. On a typical Japanese highschool morning, as you nudge your bicycle up the ramp/hill/stairs leading to school, it wouldn't be complete without the echoes of: "AYA/RIE/YUKA/MOMO-CHAAAAN! OhaYO~OO!"

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I really liked their hair.

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I love Britney Spears, as much as anyone who loves a train wreck. She's become a constant source of amusement for everybody lately. It's sad too (to an extent) because girlfriend used to be cute. As I often do when I'm bored, I doodle pictures of celebrities du jour, and recently I've discovered that even though many of my drawings of ol' Brit-Brit start off pretty mediocre, a few special touches

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In living color.

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You may or may not have seen the news about a rare frill shark being caught off the coast of Japan. It just so happens that it was in Numazu, the city where I live. I saw the footage on a Japanese news show while I was at the gym, and for about 10 minutes I gawked at the tv in awe, unaware that I was pedaling a little too fiercely on the stationary bike.I've always had a fixation for the bizarre

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Not much to say about this one... An idea I had.

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Bringing her fabulousness to this side of the pond.

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Trying out the calligraphy brush pen. Needs work, but I like the direction it's going.

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Inspired after reading Murakami's A Wild Sheep Chase.

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And why not?Have a great weekend everyone. : )

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"That guy" was conceived half a year ago, a collaboration with Mike one afternoon when we were bored in his studio. Originally, it was Mike in a fur jacket, standing amidst an arctic seascape, but since then he's evolved a bit to look more like a combination of people I know. "That guy" does not mean THAT guy-- the annoying one at concerts singing along to all the songs, or the one who shows up

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