I had a dream last night that they made yet another X-Files movie. Having not seen the previous movies, nor ever really watching the show once it developed a continuous plot (I much prefered monster-of-the-day type stuff from that show), this dream was rather odd.
It started with Mulder and Scully as a married couple seated at dinner. Scully was serving various foods with a one-ounce ice cream scoop to Mulder by placing them on a music stand while he read the newspaper. Suddenly, there’s a rumble. They panic and the camera immediately goes to the window to show a T-Rex is walking by. There’s another rumble and another until the T-Rex has gone away. “What terrible visuals,” I dream-think as I notice the choppy, unrealistic movement of the T-Rex, “The writers must want this to be a dream sequence.” No one wakes up, though, and the weirdness continues.
If my bloodwork turns up anything unusual, 02/27/09.
If my bloodwork is fine and Jonas has returned to normal position by Monday, 03/02/09 (by induction for vaginal birth, so maybe 03/03/09).
If my bloodwork is fine and Jonas remains breech on Monday, 03/06/09 (by c-section).
Someone was making a myconid race, mushroom people, so I made a character and played it a bit. He was Chestnut, the myconid druid. He wore ironwood armor, had an ironwood shield and club, and pretty much avoided combat at all costs. The annoying thing about playing the game was that the DM wanted Chestnut to FIND his animal companion rather than just HAVE it at the beginning, but then he never put the character in any situations where there were animals. Always vermin and magical creatures. After a while, I was in a swamp, and I just said, “look, can I find a snake here or whatever” and he said “NO YOU HAVE TO EARN THE ANIMAL’S TRUST.” So he made me fight vermin again. WTF. Can’t befriend vermin!! Need something with the ANIMAL type! (d&d 3.5e).
Two images, related (contain one same character). Originally posted on LJ May 20, 2002 @ 0:41. Secret AGENT Schroe, secret AGENT Schroe . . . Arg, more contractions. Woke up a bunch of times with painless ones, but they still woke me up. I didn’t bother timing them at all last night. Now I’m tweeting them to timestamp them. Gosh, this current one hurts a big more than the others.
BELOW, A CITY NAME THAT AMUSES ME.
Perler beads are those silly little beads you place on a pegboard and then iron to make them stick together. I made stuff a few years back! LOOK AT THEM ALL. Painstakingly put together with tweezers. My wrists hurt so much from doing these that I had to stop. I want to start up again at some point in time because nerdy perlers are awesome.
Same images, different medium, different text.
My breech baby (who has hair already, I’m told. Yay ultrasounds!) is facing the the wrong way in both ways. It’s like he’s hugging my spine.
I had an extremely painful dream wherein my husband was tickling me so I was too busy gasping and giggling to be able to tell him that he was actually causing me a great deal of pain. When I woke up from it, shortly before the alarm went off, my back was still hurting just as bad.
Breech baby facing the wrong way means every contraction is BACK LABOR.
Alright kids, I made these. A year ago. They are vector traces of the shoulder patches on the TF2 classes.
I’ve had people ask for the AI file of these. You can have one when you put the effort into making them.
I’ve had people ask for the larger versions I posted TF2chan a while back. Those are here for the time being.
I’ve seen people claim that the Scout and Spy patches are “beta” or other assumptions even though it says in the original post’s description that I MADE THEM UP. There exist, created by Valve, the REAL Spy and Scout patches. I do not have tracings of those nor do I have any interest in tracing them on request. Spy one can be found on the Spy t-shirt Valve sells. Scout one can be seen on the Scout update page.
I MADE THIS SET. There may be people who have traced their own. There may be other people out there who are using this set without crediting me. They are not stealing my ideas, they are just cheapening my effort. I am not so attached to these things that I’ll deny anyone use of them, but that goes for THESE ONLY. My other tf2 stuff should not be used by other people without asking or crediting me, ESPECIALLY the non-traced stuff.
A couple of characters I never really went far with. There was one central god figure with angels assigned to different elements at her beck and call. In addition to these two were Silk (her wings were spiderwebs, too drow-like so I never really drew her), Metal (razorblade wings, I might have drawings of her I’ll post later), Wood (wings were leaves, body was treelike—think a flying dryad). That’s all I can recall right now. Also the story was based around each planet in the multi-verse having its own god figure, and the one that ruled these angels was created as a victim of one that lost her planet but managed to escape. Gosh, maybe I should write this story for once. I’ve had it in my head since high school.
High and a winner, pay the front line, take the don’ts. He’s Coming out again for a new point, Get your bets now ladies and gentlemen. Four four the point’s marked four, Ace Duce craps wants the four, Ace Duce craps wants four, Ace Duce craps wants four, Ace Duce craps wants four, Ace Duce Ace Ace Duce. Crap crap want four crap want four, Who wants, who wants the hard four? Five want four! [Check Me Out Ya’ll] High and a winner got a hot hand, Place your bets ladies and gentlemen. High and a winner got a hot hand, Place your bets ladies and gentlemen. Four and he made it the hard way, Pay the front line take the hard. We got a shooter and a good’en. Coming out again for a new point, Get your bets now ladies and gentlemen.He’s a rolling, point is nine. PLACE NINE! PLACE NINE! Eight Shooting for nine, Five Shooting for nine. [So Funky] Read the rest of this entry »
It’s strange how something I put a lot of effort into when I was a teenager is so much more embarrassing to me than a quick MSPaint that ended up in an SA Comedy Goldmine in August of 2005. Go look at the whole thing. My one image is just a small portion of the greatness of SA Goons with MS Paint. If you forgot anything unimportant from 2005, there’s some pop culture references in there. And some memes. Just like any other goon-made thing. I had some other drawings that didn’t make the cut for the gold mine, and I apparently didn’t save them . . . but there was an orc DOUBLE-DIPPING! AT A PARTY!
This is another one I’m not talking about. Okay, I’ll say something. I like the drawing. The “wallpaper” is stupid. DON’T JUDGE ME. The original drawing was pretty big, about a foot and a half tall. I actually had some big paper to draw on. Had to scan two parts and put it together.
Hey guys, I got a doctor’s appointment right at 7:30 AM to get some more testing done to see if this baby is killing me or not (so far it’s not). Last night, eating dinner around 6:30, I suddenly and unexpectedly got a migraine that lasted well into the night. After watching House, I took a painkiller and went to bed. Woke up an hour later when Jorenko came to bed. Couldn’t fall back asleep because the painkiller stopped working. Around 1 AM I gave up and took another painkiller, and sat around reading the internet for an hour or so waiting for it to work. It didn’t, so I just went to bed. MIGRAINE IS STILL HERE!
Image is titled Bad Hair Day. Black ink and some metallic “psychedelic” ink.
Update @ 11:54 — I still have a baby in me.
For a class (attended in the fall semester of 2002), I had to do a five-piece series based on a theme in any media I wanted, and I chose to title my series “The Evolution of Dinner.” Part 4 was the above collage made from a chicken helper box. Part 1 was a still life of fruits and veggies in oils. Part 2 was something I completely forgot and I think I threw it out at some point because it was just terrible. It had to do with fire & meat. Part 3 was a watercolor of a canning factory. Part 5 was bamboo stick figures with vitamins glued to their stomachs. Raw (far past), Cooked (past), Mass Produced (recent past), Quick & Easy (present), Pill-based consumption (future).
I think the worst thing about explaining this one was that even after I said it’s supposed to look like a chicken carcass, and several people agreeing that it does, someone felt like arguing that chickens don’t look like that at all. He thought that the shape of an upright, living chicken was the shape the chicken maintained when dead.
The update for today consists of 26 new (old) updates posted today and backdated to years long past because I don’t know when they were originally made. There are these people I knew online and I sometimes drew crappy comics based on their jokes or my emo crap, and we had a hell of a lot of fun just freestyle roleplaying and stuff. Some of these were made when I was still in high school, some during my stay in Chicago. It’s done now, I have no reason to start it up again.
Go read the Corkies archive and hate me for what I did 7 or more years ago.
So much to do, so little energy to do it.
Spent overnight in the hospital for observation, everything is looking good.
Might be doomed to bedrest.
Had 36 week ultrasound. Scanner’s downstairs, so pictures of that later.
Sleep now.
To avoid talking about this crap art I’m going to just talk about waking up this morning.
I had been sleeping on my left side, so I expected my left arm to be numb. However, BOTH arms were completely numb, and I had a hell of a time trying to get my earplugs out. I couldn’t tell if I was hitting the alarm button at all. While I’m typing this my hands are getting increasingly more numb and now my left middle finger is all tingles. ARG! must restore circulation…
Also this art is old old old. I drew it while Jorenko was in a class at UT and I was sitting in because we were going somewhere right after.
It’s some sort of green beatdown result. Originally done with a ballpoint pen probably in 2003 or something.
In other news, pregnancy has swollen my hands and feet so much that I can’t make a fist and it hurts to bend my knuckles. Simply EXISTING is hurting now. TYPING cuts off circulation so much that I have to take breaks every few lines to get feeling back in my fingertips.
At the first anime convention I ever attended (and it should have been my last, really) I bought a new sketch book and this was page one. (Made it into a crappy wallpaper, too.) This image is over seven years old. It makes me feel old. It makes me remember friends I had that were less than stellar and only slightly fun to talk to…sort of how it’s fun to hang out with a room full of toddlers with duplo bricks and washable markers until one of them shits their pants. It was at the anime convention that I realized that the majority of anime fans are underage idiots that shop at Hot Topic or creepy adult males there to see scantly-clad underage girls. Skilled cosplay is impressive at conventions, and there was some really impressive cosplay, but it was rare. The majority of the people “in character” wore half-assed t-shirt conversions or just too-many-zippers store-bought crap. This was before hot topic started carrying naruto shit, too. Also there was this guy running the art auction at the end that would get mad any time someone pronounced manga as anything other than “mahn gah” (yes, that is how it should be pronounced, but we are not in Japan and the term has long been Americanized UNKNOT YOUR PANTIES PLEASE).
Character drawing for an NPC in a short-lived D&D game. Tiny gorgon with tiny snakes on her head, and she was black and yellow. She was a fighter class, and one of the three NPCs I made available for hire for the party (though they never got around to hiring anyone, the people I expected to quit did so in the middle of the dungeon instead of before it). I had a nice little town any everything made up for this game, and the majority of the players left before they could learn anything. It’s a little disheartening to put so much effort into setup only to have people bail. That’s what I get for playing online, I guess.
