I recently bought a scanner for thirty bucks off a couple who were moving to Asia, and I've been gleefully scanning all the bits and pieces of drawings that have been piling up everywhere like dust bunnies (or in my case, dust-and-hair bunnies). Here's one that sums up how I apparently felt about going back to ILM after an eight-month absence (probably for art school or because there wasn't work, I don't remember which). As you can see, it's part of a fax I was sending to someone.
I give good fax, if I do say so myself.
