PSA: Crimes Against Nature

Hello. This is your local, neighborhood Jordan, here to remind you that some items in your grocery store are crimes against nature and that you should avoid them at all costs. If I never saw one of these "foods" again, it would be light-years too soon. Most of these things are the mutated counterpart to something delicious, and it should be known that my hate for these wretches stems from human meddling. Except for the last one. I'm convinced it's an alien.

1. Canned Mushrooms
They don't taste like mushrooms. That rubbery, soggy texture is disgusting. They are slimy and evil.

2. Turkey Bacon
Don't even start with me. Anything not made of bacon will never be bacon. NEVER.

3. Canned Pineapple Juice
It tastes like metal and citric acid. It's probably made of pineapple tears because it reeks of sadness.

4. Jarred Albino Asparagus
There's no way it's not over-cooked, but mostly that crap looks like fingers. Scary as all get-out.

5. Baby Corn
Also terrifying. Like it comes from an alien planet where they have hands and teeth that are also that tiny and equally creepy. In the immortal words of Nadia G, "You suck, baby corn!"

Are there any foods for which you harbor an irrational and probably unhealthy hatered? Please share!

A Conversation & An Alot

Me: Of the two Theory of a Deadman songs I've heard before, I thought 'Bad Girlfriend' was by Seether and 'Not Meant To Be' was by Nickelback, haha.

Justin: Alot of modern rock sounds similar.

Me:

If you're not familiar with it (i.e. don't understand why this is funny), you can find the original Alot at Hyperbole And A Half. And shame on you for not knowing about it already!

Review: Sophie's & Ajumama

Part II of  The Happy Day I Got to Try Lots of New Food

On the same day Karla and I had brunch at Skillet, there was a food truck party at a new-ish little brewery in Columbus. The place is called Zauber Brewing, and they occasionally have these events where you can try their beers by the pint and they bring in a rotating cast of food trucks while they're at it. I, like many other self-proclaimed foodie-types, am a big fan of the food truck scene, added to which, not one but two of the trucks I've been wanting to hunt down were both scheduled to be there! So of course, I had to go.

Justin and I headed down around dinner time, and probably would've missed the brewery if it weren't for the food trucks out front because it's so small. We then walked all the way around the trucks because there was a cord around them, not realizing until we got to the other side that we had to duck under it to get in. Ha. It didn't occur to me they were making an enclosed space until I saw people with pints of beer in hand.

Once we finally managed to get inside, we started at one end of the line and perused the menus of all the food trucks they had circled up like a caravan of conestoga wagons. According to the Zauber Brewing website, the line up that night was: Hungry Monkey, Mojo TaGO, Tatoheads, Ajumama, Blu Olive, Sophie's Gourmet Pierogi, Short North Bagel, and Street Thyme. Every truck had something (or several somethings) that sounded good, so it would've been hard to decide where to go if I hadn't already been following a couple of them on Twitter and getting hungry from their updates. Plus, Justin wanted pierogi too. So now, on to the food:

What We Ordered:

From Sophie's: Justin - The Vintage, Me - The Soph

From Ajumama: Traditional Hodduk 

Definitions (just in case): 

Pierogi - Similar to a big fat ravioli, but usually filled with mashed potatoes and cheese or onion. Origin: Poland.

Hodduk - Kind of like a chewy pancake, but filled with cinnamon, brown sugar, and walnuts. Origin: Korea.

Why I ate two filled-dough-type things for dinner - They were delicious.

Photographic Evidence:

Me and my delightfully-international, truck-made dinner.

Verdict of the Noms:

All very good! I don't know how Justin's pierogi tasted because he ate them so fast, but he said he liked them. I liked my pierogi a lot too and the pork belly that came with it was super tasty. The flavor of the vegetables reminded me of when my grandma would make stuffed cabbage when I was younger.

As for the hodduk? Just typing that word makes me want another one, if that tells you anything. I've had the make-at-home kind from a box and didn't like them at all. The real thing is so much better. You have to wait a while for the sweet, molten insides to not burn your mouth off, but believe me, it's definitely worth it.

Final Words:

I would get food from both these places again in a heartbeat. I think I would pick something new at Sophie's and definitely get some of their Italian ice next time because that looked really good too. From Ajumama, I would obviously order hodduk again, but it might take me a while to get brave enough to try some of their other menu items. I've never had much Korean food, so I really don't know what I would or wouldn't like. That's the nice thing about these food truck events though; you can sample a couple different things when they're all together like this.

For me, the other good thing about this event was that Karla told me she was jealous we were going and she had to work, so I was able to repay my brunch debt to her by taking her some dinner from the trucks. We got her an orzo pasta salad from Blu Olive (since I figured it would travel well) and took her a hodduk also. And the next time Andrea and I are both in Cbus, we'll have to go find Ajumama, since she's the one who introduced me to hodduk; otherwise, I might never have tried it! 

Review: Skillet: Rustic. Urban. Food.

Part I of  The Happy Day I Got to Try Lots of New Food

A couple weeks ago, my friend Karla and I decided to meet up for brunch to try Skillet for the first time. Justin (sad that he had to go to work instead) and I went our separate ways bright and early Saturday morning, and I headed south at the behest of the Australian gentleman who lives in my GPS.
Even with the eternal highway construction, I got to Skillet with minimal getting lost, which is always a happy occasion for me. I found a parking space exactly in front of the tiny restaurant and all seemed to be going well. Then I went to put my GPS into my purse and noticed that my wallet was not in there to keep it company. Uh oh. I had driven to a part of Columbus I could only identify as "near German Village," twenty minutes on the highways, all without my driver's license and now, had arrived at brunch with no way to pay for it.
I happened to have ten dollars in emergency cash, but knew from perusing the menu that would limit my options somewhat. However, Karla arrived minutes later and reassured me that she could handle this and I could get our next meal. Hooray for friends! Now, on to the food:

What We Ordered:
Karla - Heirloom tomato tart with an arugula salad, side of elote, coffee
Jordan - Chicken gravy and eggs over biscuits, side of bacon, coffee

Photographic Evidence:

Karla and I and our delicious brunch at Skillet. (Photo of me by Karla)

Verdict of the Noms:
It sounds cheesey to say this, but everything was awesome. Karla was super excited about the elote (AKA Mexican street corn, if you are like me and didn't know what that was) and the biscuits under my chicken gravy were seriously the lightest, fluffiest, butteriest biscuits I have ever had in my life.  I tried some of Karla's tomato tart which probably couldn't have been better, and we both agreed on the deliciousness of the bacon (not pictured above, but it looked like bacon).

Final Words:
I would absolutely, definitely recommend you try Skillet. The restaurant is super tiny, so get there early and/or be prepared to wait outside for a table. I know I will certainly be back in the near future, maybe for lunch next time to see what other deliciousness I can find there. Oh, and take a friend, especially if you might forget your wallet, and/or because you'll want to try whatever they order too.

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To be continued: I was actually lucky enough to try three new food places that Saturday, so check back for my review of two of the many Columbus food trucks!

Food: Zucchini Fritters

A quick recipe for you, since I just made these for dinner and am all fat now from eating almost* the whole batch. Not having a picture is bad, I know I know, but believe me when I tell you this: Zucchini loves Basil. Forever. Now, on to cooking!

1 medium zucchini
1/2 medium onion
2 eggs
Some kind of Italian cheese (maybe a 1/4 cup?)
basil, black pepper, garlic powder
salt (not until the end!)

Shred both the veggies with your shredding device of choice onto a plate. (The biggest holes on the box please, we're not making applesauce out of veggies.) Get a bowl big enough for all your things. Pick up handfuls of your shredded veggies and SQUEEZE (pretty hard, hence the capslock). The goal is to  get as much water out as possible without bothering with that annoying salt-and-wait method that I hate. Drop your squeezed handfuls of goodness into the bowl until you're through all the vegetation. Discard the watery stuff... or drink it, I don't really care, just don't put it in the bowl. Crack two eggs into the bowl, beat them, then mix them into the veggies. It might look like they're barely coated in egg and that is what you want. Their job is to just hold the fritters together, not go making everything taste like eggs because no one wants that. Season with as much basil, garlic, and pepper as you deem reasonable. I like a lot of all those things. DO NOT ADD SALT YET. I mean it. Throw in some cheese- I used the dry shaker parm and some shredded asiago. Mix all the things. Heat some coconut oil in a frying pan to mediumish. Drop forkfuls of goodness into hot oil. Be careful and whatnot; it's hot oil. You may now salt the fritters if you so choose. Wait until they're brown on the bottom, flip them over, wait until the other side is brown too, remove to paper towel covered plate. Let cool enough that you don't burn your face off. Eat now. Thank me later.

Makes: About 12 small fritters.

*By the time I hit publish, I had eaten the last two.

How Some Colorful Cupcakes Came To Be

Here is the twelve step process that lead to the creation of my Color Run Inspired Cupcakes.

1. Sign up for The Color Run with a bunch of your girlfriends from college and come up with a catchy name for your team.

2. Decide you're staying with Vickie for the after-party Breanna and Matt are having.

3. Instantly feel obligated to bake something for said party because that's how you roll.

4. Be wandering around Hobby Lobby one day and find some pretty colored sugars.

5. Realize it would be adorable to make cupcakes that look like they've been through The Color Run.

6. Make Love & Olive Oil's Fruit-Filled Lemony Cupcakes (and raspberry filling)

7. Make Smitten Kitchen's Cream Cheese Frosting (because it's white like your Color Run shirts and it's the best cream cheese frosting you've ever had and you should know because you're a cream cheese frosting connoisseur)

8. Cut little cones out of your cupcakes to make room for the raspberry filling. (ooh pictures!)

9. Fill cupcakes and replace tiny hats.

10. Frost and decorate by dumping random amounts of different colored sugars on top.

11. Refrain from eating one right away and take to party where everyone will love them, even people who claim to not usually like lemon-flavored things.

12. Don't forget to actually participate in The Color Run!

Lyndsey, Lexie, and moi!

Desk Picture

Here is a picture of my desk at work.

Crappy quality brought to you by cellphone camera in a dark room.

Here is a list of things on/around my desk, clockwise starting with my chair at 6 o'clock:
- My favorite hoodie
- Assorted papers, post-it notes, pens
- Inspirational flippy calender from boyfriend's mom 
- Phone, cords, backup hard drive
- Box of tissues
- Sweet mini print by the awesome Kal Barteski
- Peanutbutter M&Ms
- Second monitor (desktop = raspberries) with laptop below (desktop = Totoro)
- Hello Kitty calender
- The Max Ehrman quote that begins: Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence... 
- Water bottle, also with one of Kal's designs on it
- More calendars, papers, job tickets, office supplies, and 900 more post-it notes

Tada! Thanks for stopping by!

P.S. My desk at home is a lot more awesome, because when I was younger my mom painted flying cats all over it. I will update later if I can get a good picture of it.

Design: Coffee

If coffee ever becomes self-aware, bands together and decides to take advertising into its own tiny bean-hands, I've got its first campaign covered. I hope coffee remembers that I've been there with it through hot and cold brews, from my first gas station 'cappuccino' to the caramel brevé I ordered this morning from my favorite coffee shop, usually with cream and sugar but even the one time when I was little that my grandma made my brother and I try it black to teach us some kind of lesson.

My sweet fancy graphics were done as Illustrator practice, and the slogan comes from something my cousin said on one of those facebook surveys that used to be popular waaay back about a year ago. Thanks for the inspiration, Danelle!

But really, who that loves coffee would ever argue with this sentiment? I say no one.

Throwback Thursday

I don't know about you, but I used to really love those email surveys you filled out and spammed all your friends with, back when spamming your friends was cool. Now that we have things like facebook so your friends already know every single thing you're doing every second of the day, those surveys have kind of died off. Sad, I know. But I have some good news! I found one today, and decided to post it here as a throwback to the old days of friendly spam and angsty Xanga posts about boy troubles. 

So without further ado, I present: A-Z of Me

A. Age: 27

B. Bed size: Three-quarter. It's a weird antique size.

C. Chore that you hate: Dishes. So much hate.

D. Dogs: I don't have any, but I like my parents' corgis. 

E. Essential start to your day: Coffee = life juice.

F. Favorite color: Cerulean!

G. Gold or Silver: My mom told me once that I look better in gold.

H. Height: 5' 4"

I. Instruments you play: In high school: flute, tenor sax, and piccolo, but not much anymore.

J. Job title: Web Specialist

K. Kids: None for me, but I love my nephews. And my pseudo nieces/nephews too.

L. Live: Ohio

M. Majored in: English with a concentration in Literature, minor in Studio Art 

N. Nicknames: I still get Jord, Jordie, and Ami occasionally.

O. Overnight hospital stays: None.

P. Pet peeve: Wet sock syndrome.

Q. Quote from a movie: "Whoever invented rope was a real a-hole." -Chazz Michael Michaels, Blades of Glory

R. Right or left handed: Mostly right, but I can do a lot of things left-handed too.

S. Siblings: Two brothers, one sister-in-law.

T. Time you wake up: Ugh. 530.

U. Underwear: Yes.

V. Vegetable you hate: Raw tomatoes.

W. What makes you run late: Not getting out of bed.

X. X-Rays you've had: Just my teeth.

Y. Yummy food that you make: Everything?

 Z. Zoo animal: Otters. Fennec foxes. Penguins. Red pandas. I could go on.

Puketastic

I realize that for a blog based on my art, food, and life, I don't talk much about my life. I need to keep things on the bright side today, so this is what I ended up with.

I have very strong opinions about some things. When I think something is gross, I tend to use the phrase "puke cheeks" which was coined by either my brother or his wife many years ago. And that brings us to my newest list: Things That Make Me Throw Up In My Mouth.

Today's sub-topic: Words and Phrases

1. Referring to your significant other as "my beloved"

 2. The words "hearty," "fluids," and "moist"

3. Tomatoes were once known as "love apples"

Dang. This post ended up more focused on food and drawing silly pictures. Oh well. So, what say you, audience? Are there any words or phrases that make you physically ill? Please share!

SOTD: Chocolate Banana

I have decided this is the best protein shake/smoothie. So, you're welcome. It made my jelloy arms and legs happy post-workout this morning. Sorry there's no picture, I was running late and drank it in the car on the way to work.

Chocolate Banana Smoothie
Put these things in a blender and blend:
1 banana, chunked up and frozen
1 scoop vanilla protein shake powder
Whole milk
1 spoonful of unsweetened cocoa powder

Yes, I said unsweetened. Stay with me here.

Cocoa is good for you (antioxidants and all that crap) and with the banana and the shake mix, there's more than enough sweetness in there already, so the cocoa does a nice job of cutting through some of that. It could only have been better if it had hidden kale in it, and I might try it with coconut milk next time to cut out the dairy. The fact the banana is frozen gives it the perfect smoothie consistency, and everyone loves chocolate + banana (except my mom), so dessert-like smoothie for breakfast? Win win winny win win.

Thrift Store Lessons

Yesterday, I wanted to go thrifting, so after work I drove over to our local Volunteers of America (because it's bigger, cleaner, better organized, and less smelly than Goodwill.) When I stopped at the stop light where I needed to turn, there was a creepy clown outside, holding a sign that said "Volunteers of America 50% Off." The parking lot was the fullest I've ever seen it, but when I was in there, there was a sign up about one color tag being 50% off and another be 75% off. So I wanted to make sure the clown had not mislead me into believing everything was 50% off, which resulted in having the following conversation with the nice lady running the checkout.

Me: Is everything 50% off?

Lady (emphatically): NO. We do this every last Tuesday. When you flip your calendar over, find the last Tuesday and mark on it Volunteers of America 50% Off Day.

Me: ... So, everything is 50% off today.

Lady (like it's obvious): Yes. And every other day this month anything with these colored tags is on sale. If it has a grey tag, tomorrow it will be 50% off and if it has a red tag it will be 75% off. That way there is always something on sale.

Me: Is there a way to know what things have which color tags?

Lady (like I don't know what colors are): It's the color of the tag. See? This one is grey.

Me: Well yeah, but I mean, is there some way to know what clothes will have which color tags? Like if I wanted to look for things with red tags, do they mean something?

Lady (like speaking to someone who doesn't speak English): It means it's 75% off. That's what the colors mean.

Me: ... Okay. ::gives up because she's finished ringing me out and there's a line behind me::

Perhaps I was unclear in asking if there was a code for the color of the tags, like grey tags are sweaters and red tags are high-waisted polyester grandma pants. But the moral of the story is: Volunteers of America has a 50% off everything day on the last Tuesday of every month. I bought six pieces of clothing for under six dollars. I call that winning. And of course, I brought back some photographic souvenirs. Enjoy.

Seven of the same ugly wig.

Haunting frog statue, circa the early 90's pastel era.

Portrait of the matador as a young man.

I did the modern version of 'flipping my calendar and finding the last Tuesday' so there's now a monthly reminder in my cellphone about the VOA sale.  I might have to go back sooner though, just to buy that painting so I can cross my sister-in-law off my Christmas shopping list.

Draggin' My Shoes, Please

Conversation with my boyfriend from today, via text message.


Me: Are you sad that I might go get Vibrams without you?

Justin: Nope cuz I have some.

Me: But mine will be prettier.

Justin: I don't do pretty. I do black.

Me: But mine will be prettier AND made of dragonhide.

Justin: Now I'm sad. Link me a picture.

Me:

Justin: It's nice.

Me: Can you read it or is the text too small?

Justin: Yep I can see. 

Me: And you laughed uproariously because I'm so hilarious?

Justin: Oh you did that?

Me: No, it's real. I'm just generally hilarious and you should be laughing about that.

Justin: Well I am.

Me: Good.


Disclaimer: No dragons were harmed in the making of this post. Or those shoes. Probably. I don't work for Vibram.


--- Later the same day, while in the throes of procrastination ---


Me: I just sent one of my college friends a message reminding him that I hate him. It's like I'm drunk, but really I've just leveled up to super-procrastinator.

Justin: Why that's pretty uncharacteristic of you.

Me: Not with Kyle. He's my arch-nemesis.

Justin: Why?

Me: Because I hate him. That's how archnemesisness works. Ask Batman.

Justin: Why do you hate him?

Me: Today, because of his mustache. Why are you pretending this makes any sense and not telling me to go do my other job?

Me: I'm blogging about how I don't know why you talk to me.

Justin: Do your work!

Me: Smooches?


Fun Fact: Some days I don't know why Justin talks to me. Or why anyone does for that matter. Probably because I'm made of awesome.

Other Fun Facts: I think I've been reading too many The Bloggess archives lately; I've been really sarcastic all day and now I'm writing a post about weird conversations I had with my boyfriend. Or maybe because this was one of the longest weeks ever at work and I have more stuff to do before I go to bed and I have to wait until tomorrow to have some Guinness. I saw a mosquito today. Eff that crap. Also, the toilet-scented bar across from my house has started their game of 'guess which song our band is butchering' early thanks to the nice weather. (It's "Sweet Child of Mine" right now, unfortunately.) Also, I don't want to do any of the several things I'm supposed to be doing. Also, I bought blue FiveFingers, not the pink ones in the picture. Still made of dragonhide though. Just the blue kind of dragons. Also, I overuse the word "also" pretty much all the time.

That's about enough of this. Thanks for stopping by!

(I have no idea about this song. I'm going to go with "Only Drunk People Will Cheer For This" by Nickelback.)

Cake Balls: Quasi-Vindicated!

While I prefer to call them cake "truffles" instead of "balls" because it sounds fancier, I would be lying if I said Andrea and I did not make several [hundred] semi-inappropriate ball-related jokes while making them. I'm sorry. It's how we roll. (See what I did there?)

In my last post on cake pops, you may recall me advising you to not make them, and saying I probably wouldn't do it again unless I really loved you. Well, that's the tricky part. NephewQ turned three last weekend, and his party was at Chucky Cheese, so I made these because A. I really love him, and B. they are bite-sized and travel-friendly. Plus, you have to admit that they're cute. So I gave cake balls another chance.

This is where the quasi-vindication comes in. I made some changes this time around, and it made the process go more smoothly, and the overall result better-tasting than last time too. Plus, it never hurts to have Andrea in your kitchen, alternating between baking and reading aloud from one of the worst children's novels ever written. (Don't read it.)

Andrea, in the midst of ever-so-helpfully coating the cake balls.

Here are the changes I implemented:
1. Use canned frosting. I know, I know, but it really is faster and therefore easier.
2. Crumble the cake in the food processor. Anyone that tells you to do it by hand wants your brain to explode. The super tiny cake pieces melded better with the frosting, making the texture more like a truffle and less like someone partially chewed your cake for you.
3. Do not put them on gorram sticks! If you want to make cake pops, this step is unavoidable. But if you're calling them truffles, no on expects the stick, or the Spanish inquisition.
4. Do not thin out the candy melts with oil. The snap of completely re-solidified white chocolate was a nice texture contrast, in my opinion. I also didn't color the melts this time, but that was for aesthetic reasons. Here, "aesthetic" meaning, multicolored sprinkles.
5. Throttle back the perfectionism. This might just be me personally, but since they didn't have to look like something else, I was only concerned with the coating not cracking, and getting some sprinkles to stick. Maybe not as impressive as robots, but hey, people still liked them.

Me and the finished cake balls, packed up and ready to party.

On Missing Andrew

Yesterday, thanks to the super-stalker powers of facebook, I saw that my friend (Vickie) commented on a post by one of her friends (Curtis), who I've only met a couple of times. It was about how Curtis started a blog called Letters to Kappus, consisting of letters, notes, or emails he would have sent to our mutual friend Andrew Kappus if he was still here to get them. So far, Curtis only has one post, but I broke down reading it.

It's so easy to feel alone with grief, because really, who else can truly understand what you're feeling when it's something so enormous? But reading his blog, I was reminded of all the lives Andrew influenced. My heart was with Andrew's family on his birthday and over the holidays, because I could imagine how obvious his absence was for them. And it's at least a little comforting to know I'm not the only one who hears random songs and instantly misses him; I know Vickie is right there with me. That certain places, or movies, of days of the year carry that echo for other people who loved him too.

Me and Andrew, at Carrie's wedding, 2008

I've written Andrew letters since last summer too, but mine are in real journals at home. I was inspired by Curtis' bravery in putting his out in the ether for the world to find if it ever goes looking. So I might periodically follow his example like I've done today, in case my words could ever help someone else. Ironically, today is the five year anniversary of the day we lost my Grandma K as well, so I'll leave you with some lyrics from one of her favorite songs.

I can only imagine,
when that day comes
and I find myself
standing in the sun.

I can only imagine.

Gratitude.

You guys. Seriously. This was the craziest (in a best-ever kind of way) day I've had in a while. Of course, I always knew Epbot readers were fabulous (citation, citation, citation) but so far I've just had the pleasure of being part of the fantastic masses. I randomly had the idea to draw the 'bot as a baby/chibi, and figured if it could make Jen laugh, that would be nice, since she was dealing with the break-in, the black-out, and the almost-end of CW. So I grabbed half an index card that was on my desk from another project, and started sketching on the back. Little did I know (it's third person omniscient) that drawing a wee 'bot would change so much.

It's not just that I got to feel internet-famous for a few hours, or that I totally geek'd out about 'talking' to Jen IRL, or that I sat stunned at my desk reading about myself on one of my favorite blogs. I did all those things, obviously, and they were amazing. (So, so amazing, I can't even express it properly.) However, what completely blows me away is the love from all of you. I was amazed to see how many people took the time to come over here and leave me comments, even on some of my other posts! So unexpected, and so heart-warming. See? You all even got me to use the word "heart-warming" for the first (and second) time ever. That's how much your kind words mean to me, that I would use a sappy word I generally avoid like the plague and clichés. So thank you. A thousand times.

The 'original' (that makes me laugh every time) is going to live with Jen, but just for the halibut*, here's the final vector version. And yes, I made the meter lower because he was younger. And that he hasn't grown into his antennas yet. I can't tell you how much I love that some of you got that, since I just thought it was funny.

*Here meaning, if I had known Jen was going to post this, I would have taken more time with it, and that I remembered that I forgot to add the rivets right after I sent it to her, haha.

Thank you again to all:
40+ comments (on Epbot, facebook, pinterest, and here)
80+ facebook and pinterest 'likes'
12 google+1s (fun fact: I don't know what that is)
1 fb-share (love you, mom!)
and especially to Jen for sharing my silly sketch with the blogosphere to begin with.

You all definitely made my day, probably my whole week, and maybe my whole month. Heck, if Firefox had a button for "bookmark this forever" I would totally use it. <3

Sketch: Baby Epbot

I randomly drew this just now. I was reading Epbot earlier and reloading repeatedly to see all the lovely, supportive comments on her most recent post. So I drew this baby version of her robot. That follows logically, right? Does it sounds conceited if I say I think he's really cute? Because I think he's really cute. And it's my first ever fan art. Unless you count making a Pikachu sweatshirt for Halloween.

Disclaimer: Epbot Robot belongs to Jen Yates. I just drew this wee version.

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I posted this on the Epbot facebook page and Jen replied!

I about had a heart attack.
But! I don't have a scanner. So, I traced a picture of him in Illustrator. Now, he's in color. 

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She sent me an email! You can't see me smiling like a total weirdo, but I am.
Thanks for making me feel famous-on-the-internet for a second, Jen!

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EDIT: Baby 'Bot now can be printed on t-shirts. :)