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Art Post: Pygmalion and Galatea
Aug. 30th, 2009 01:22 amIn April of 2008, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
memphis86 sent me a care package in time for finals week. One of the things that came with it was a lovely postcard of the Gérôme painting of Pygmalion & Galatea. She asked me, somewhat whimsically I imagine, to draw Sam carving Dean out of the marble to bring him back from hell, and I said: "THAT IS AN AMAZING IDEA!" Anddddd, nothing really came of it. But today, I bring you the SPN-ified version of that painting.
( Dean's naked butt is stone cold and other puns. )
You will not believe the shit I had to go through to get this scanned. Let us just say Saybrook's computer lab ain't nothin' to write home about. And that on top of the shit I've gone through trying to get my room together. GRAH. I'm almost completely moved into my dorm. I only have to retrieve my TV. All futon shenanigans have finally been solved thanks to the courteous intervention of Emily and Holly, who took pity on me in my desperation. Which is more than I can say for my mother, who fucking LOST my drivers license. Let us not get into it.
I also got my hair cut. Unfortunately there are no good pictures, but I have a pretty AWESOME asymmetrical bob. You'll just have to take my word for it.
ANNND, I just agreed to tutor an incredibly sexy dorky German guy on how to read poetry aloud. It's going to be great when he discovers my complete and utter contempt for it. Emily was like "BRING THE EROTIC POETRY!" and I was like *cough* "Oh yes, here is me being as unsubtle as fucking possible. Would you also like a condom and some cherry-flavored lube?"
I'll probably have that in excess after staffing the co-op's table tomorrow at the freshman bazaar. Rachel shot down our free hugs proposal because she didn't want us to intimidate them, and I was like the ginormous bowl of condoms and vegan sex toys are less traumatizing then hugs? No, I'm sorry, I reject that statement out of hand.
memphis86 sent me a care package in time for finals week. One of the things that came with it was a lovely postcard of the Gérôme painting of Pygmalion & Galatea. She asked me, somewhat whimsically I imagine, to draw Sam carving Dean out of the marble to bring him back from hell, and I said: "THAT IS AN AMAZING IDEA!" Anddddd, nothing really came of it. But today, I bring you the SPN-ified version of that painting. ( Dean's naked butt is stone cold and other puns. )
You will not believe the shit I had to go through to get this scanned. Let us just say Saybrook's computer lab ain't nothin' to write home about. And that on top of the shit I've gone through trying to get my room together. GRAH. I'm almost completely moved into my dorm. I only have to retrieve my TV. All futon shenanigans have finally been solved thanks to the courteous intervention of Emily and Holly, who took pity on me in my desperation. Which is more than I can say for my mother, who fucking LOST my drivers license. Let us not get into it.
I also got my hair cut. Unfortunately there are no good pictures, but I have a pretty AWESOME asymmetrical bob. You'll just have to take my word for it.
ANNND, I just agreed to tutor an incredibly sexy dorky German guy on how to read poetry aloud. It's going to be great when he discovers my complete and utter contempt for it. Emily was like "BRING THE EROTIC POETRY!" and I was like *cough* "Oh yes, here is me being as unsubtle as fucking possible. Would you also like a condom and some cherry-flavored lube?"
I'll probably have that in excess after staffing the co-op's table tomorrow at the freshman bazaar. Rachel shot down our free hugs proposal because she didn't want us to intimidate them, and I was like the ginormous bowl of condoms and vegan sex toys are less traumatizing then hugs? No, I'm sorry, I reject that statement out of hand.
