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consists of 26 new (old) updates posted today and backdated to years long past because I don’t know when they were originally made.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.
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).
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.
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.
Jor and I were away for the past week (not that you’d have noticed with the normal amount of updates here). I’ve added a link to our Picasa photo gallery on the right hand side, with hundreds of pictures from our week long trip to Orlando/Lake Buena Vista. That means Disney, folks.
The parks we visited were MGM/Disney Hollywood, Magic Kingdom, Animal Kingdom, and Epcot. By far the last two were the most enjoyable. The majority of the pictures are from the safari ride and walk-throughs. I learned a very important lesson regarding those red-triangle warnings (“physical considerations”) on rides at Disney. “Expectant mothers should not ride” isn’t there to prevent anything from happening to the fetus, it’s just REALLY UNCOMFORTABLE for the mother. I was sore the rest of the day from all the bouncing on the safari ride.
I feel like utter crap right now. I have a headache so bad that it hurts to focus my eyes (yet I still came to work today). I find myself staring into nothingness for indeterminate periods of time, which is severely reducing my productivity. Then, I start thinking that there are people I work with who behave like this every day. Do they have headaches constantly? Or do they just get the stupid effects without the pain? I can’t possibly imagine living like this, even without the pain, every day of my life.
What I thought was allergies over the weekend fucking with my head has culminated into something more sinister. My stomach feels to be in knots, or having difficulty passing a bowling ball through my intestines or something. By gum, this is WORSE THAN MENSTRUAL CRAMPS, and that’s something, oh boy. I once described cramps to my husband as feeling like someone grabbed my insides, just behind the naval, with needle-nose pliers and was twisting for hours.
I truly despise being ill. Not only am I going to miss a day of work, I am mostly incapable of doing anything around the house. Back when I worked as a wage-slave drone at a grocery store, I was thankful of days I was really sick. I have problems lying just to get a day off. Now that I work somewhere that actually benefits from my attendance and productivity at work, I feel terrible missing a day.
“I am a bard, a trav’ling man,
In homes and inns I sing.
I tell the tales of history,
Of heroes and of kings.
I never deigned to read or write.
I’m not a learn-ed man.
But in my endless pilgrimage,
I have learned all I can.
My words are now for you to read,
My thoughts are on the page.
Fear of losing my audience,
Strikes me in my old age.
It is time the world knew again,
How and why it was born.
And just who is the chosen race,
And who deserves our scorn.
I sing the lessons taught by gods,
I sing them for my kin,
So that we might be the holy,
and leave the rest to sin.”
I am enjoying this point-n-click adventure with combat system reminiscent of Chrono Trigger with a hint of Wario Ware.
On the Rain-Slick Precipice of Darkness, Episode One: great game or greatest game?
(hint: neither)
Good game. Certainly hilarious at times, and enjoyable to play, but I don’t see playing it again and again like I’d do with older adventure games of the sort. Maybe it’s just because I have more games now I don’t have to re-play old ones repeatedly for mild entertainment.
For a while I’ve been using two lcd displays. My first one, going on four years old or more now, has a crappy contrast ratio and really makes it difficult to deal with colors properly when making arts. Because of that, and because I’d just bought a computer that could hand dual display, I bought a second monitor under a year ago. That second monitor crapped out on me over he weekend. It doesn’t surprise me, though, it was $100 cheaper than most monitors at that time and came with no warranty. It did display dark colors better, tough, and now that it’s gone, I’m really missing being able to differentiate darker shades.
So I spent just under $500 on getting two new monitors for myself. This old one I’m using now I’ll be giving to my parents. They’re still using a viewsonic CRT I bought them eight or nine years ago.
The rest of the day went as usual and the evening just as well. I left the dock when the sun went behind the buildings and I could no longer paint with any natural light. My back was sore from sitting on the stool for eight hours after lunch, and I found myself wanting Nandin with me to carry my bags. I was fine without him, though. The short walk was one I made every day that it wasn’t raining. Oh how I wished for some rain right now, some excuse to not go out tomorrow. If I ever ran into Nandin again I would say, “Oh, I wasn’t at the dock because it was raining that day.” It would be something he could verify and understand and not in the least bit suspect that I was avoiding him. Oh, for some rain tomorrow.
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.
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