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consists of 26 new (old) updates posted today and backdated to years long past because I don’t know when they were originally made.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.
There seems to be this theory at work that “Tech I”s will do nothing but monitoring all day every day. I don’t think I’ve ever done that here. This means, when a supervisor or program manager, or even the department head asks me, “On average, what percentage of your day is spent on [customer]?” I can’t answer truthfully.
There are days where I don’t even monitor them. There are days where I only monitor and handle emergencies. There are days when I spend all day on them. Because I cannot dedicate my day to the customer, I will never “finish” their alarms, nor will I ever be “caught up.” I simply cannot get them a valid answer to the question.
Without an answer to that question, I cannot answer their next question. (Note: Today is not the first time they have asked me this series of questions.) “If you were able to monitor the alarms using [new software], how much faster do you think you could do the same number of alarms?” No baseline, no way to compare to other customers. Really. Can’t answer that question. Read the rest of this entry »
I don’t really know what to say about this right now. It’s sort of a robo-angel Schroe that never made it past the sketching stage. Doodled with a ball-point pen and a pencil.
Also, I woke up with an awesome song in my head. Here are some of the lyrics (since its the chorus that keeps going over and over in my head).
All my life I’ve been over the top
I don’t know what I’m doing,
All I know is I don’t wanna stop
All fired up, I’m gonna go till I drop
You’re either in or in the way, don’t make me,
I don’t wanna stop
Originally created 21 September 2002. The final project for Graphic Design I at the art academy I attended was to make a book. Not only did we have to write a story, we had to construct the book. The only limitation we had were the subject matter. We could either have an autobiography, or a story based on the rules set in “Morphology of the Folk Tale.” If you haven’t discerned from the title of this page, I chose the latter.
A long time ago in a city about 150 miles away from where I am now, I drew crappy pictures and thought I was cool for having prismacolor markers. Also a time when stupidly large anime eyes were cool. Or something.
In December of 2005, I worked at a grocery store part time. The late shifts with few customers allowed me time to doodle like crazy, and one of the doodles happened to be of my WoW hunter’s pet, Aeroplane the flying snake. (The hunter’s name was Schoolbus and was in the Beep Beep guild.)
My media choices were limited to receipt tape and ball-point pens, which created the image on the left. Since I wasn’t attending school at all at this time, I had a lot of free time during the day to mess with doodles. The result is on the right. It was originally posted on the Cork Board with instructions on how I made it and tips on stuff, but the majority of the people reading my site at the time didn’t understand photoshop at all beyond putting funny pictures together. There’s also not really much there to talk about. Click the images for larger versions.
Agent Smith Stamp — Done for an Illustrator class. We had two weeks. I took two hours. 14 May 2003.
The above is the original description whenever it was I posted it last somewhere. The instructor wanted us to trace in illustrator some pop culture icon, and most people did some campy deals that took them forever because basic computer skills were beyond them.
I’m going to re-post some old stuff, be it art or writing or whatever, once a day. I’m probably going to just go alphabetically through my folders, but you might find something interesting (or crappy).
I’ve finally updated to the latest version of wordpress. In doing so, I also decided on using another theme and putting some distinction between private and public posts. So register if you haven’t already, and you’ll get to read EVERYTHING.
I usually go about my life assuming that people do not care about me or what I do. This is easy for me to handle because the amount of people who could possibly care account for such a minuscule fraction of the total population. Knowing this, I am usually content. However, this mindset assures me that I should not share with others what I am feeling, as they will most likely not care. If they do not care, then I would be telling them for the purpose of receiving attention. I do not care for insincerity. This writing is intended for the internet with no target audience other than those who may stumble upon it and take interest. You don’t need to care. I don’t expect anyone to.
… is my favorite cat. She is one of three cats living in this house, and the only one that isn’t afraid to sleep on someone.
This cat has an enlarged lymph node in her chest that has been preventing her from breathing properly. She is currently in the care of a specialist to determine for certain if their diagnosis of lymphoma is correct. The node has been drained and she’s in an oxygen cage.
This cat is only four and a half years old. She does not have FeLV or FIV, which would be two possible reasons to explain why she has lymphoma so young. It’s not impossible, just unlikely, for young cats to get it.
Best possible outcome with lymphoma: Chemotherapy works and she gets two years.
Average outcome: Nine months to a year
Worst outcome: She’s dead in a month or two.
For those of you who don’t know what to get someone for Christmas, get them a Something. I first heard about the Something Store on NPR earlier this year and bought something just to see if this place was real, and that the somethings were as varied as they say. During the interview with the creator, he stated that the most expensive thing they sent out was a $450 emachine, though the majority of the somethings range from $2 to $20. Each something costs only $10, and that includes shipping.
The first something I ordered ended up being a wind-up toy from Kikkerland ($15 value). The second something was a mini magnetic dart board ($2 value). I was still impressed by the variation. The Something Tracker also gives you an idea of what people are receiving. I think that the only lie on that page is where they are going. I ordered 25 somethings this for my relatives this Christmas, and the majority of what I received is on that list.
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).
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