So my friend stops by last night, and he's one of these brilliant eccentric types. Artistic as hell but just too easy-going or lazy (they're often one and the same) to do anything with it. And by "artistic" I don't mean, he listens to Modest Mouse and paints shit that he feels. I mean that he can paint classically, he can draw like a pro over at Marvel Comics, he can sculpt well enough to work at Sideshow Collectibles (I'm looking at you, guy who sculpted the Jack Sparrow Premium Format. Shame on you.) and he understands the intricacy of characters and storytelling well enough to bury George Lucas at least (which I guess isn't saying much).
The guy could easily make a living with one of his many talents...but all of that shit I just said is a lot of work. I understand. And for that reason, he rarely pursues any of it, even as a hobby. Instead he works a normal job, hangs out, drinks beer, watches movies, and fucks the occasional stripper (true story). From time to time though, an idea gets in his head that he can't shake, and the fucker goes after it.
And despite having just a little stubble, he's what I would consider a fellow Bearded Nerd (by definition), so anytime he completes a novelty project he races over to show me, if not because we're old friends then at least because as Bearded Nerds we're a rarity of sorts.
