Plant Dude

what the crapA 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.

Click for larger, if you don’t value your eyes.

A Dog

Aeroplane

AeroplaneAeroplaneIn 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

I remember when stamps were 29 cents :(
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.

A Post Every Day

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).

Dog ….. 1200%

“Each dog is the size of three dogs and they have four of them. That is twelve times the daily recommended dose of dog.” – Jorenko

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Stuff

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.

Not angry, just annoyed

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.
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This Cat…

Shaven Stonk
… 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.

She is MY CAT.

Radiohead – OK Computer

Van Halen – LIVE: Right here, right now

Deep Purple – Machine Head

Bob Seger – Beautiful Loser

Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers – Greatest Hits

The Doors – The Doors

HLDS

There is now half-life 2 dedicated server software on harrenhall. It’s currently hosting two servers — Kingspyre Tower (TF2), and Wailing Tower (L4D). The latter is an official DGH server so that you can get around the matchmaking BS and get right on it if you’ve joined DGH. So far it looks like the L4D server uses around 15-25% of the CPU when in use. Depending on how much strain a full TF2 match entails, I may set up another soon.

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The Something Store

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.
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New acquisitions

NIN: Year Zero

Apocalyptica: Worlds Collide

Avenged Sevenfold: Waking the Fallen

Boston: Greatest Hits

Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young: So Far

Red Hot Chili Peppers: Blood Sugar Sex Magik, Californication

Jonas WIP

Right before we left for vacation, I had my regular check up with my OB. We’d decided long ago that when the time came, we were going to find out if it was a boy or girl. BEHOLD my healthy, kicking-all-the-time boy-in-progress.
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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.
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Stupid New Mommy Shit

Alright, I’m going to be a completely dorky new mom in this post and share some ideas of what I’m going to do to my kid before s/he’s aware of a mother’s ability to embarrass the hell out of the him/her. Hopefully this will be the only time I do anything along these lines, because I never wanted to become a stupid moodswing-driven love/hatebucket (fucking hormones).

Onesies that are cosplays of some sort. Prints on them that make them look like the outfits of things. Think along the lines of the t-shirt that has a tux-front on it. Lame like that.

A maternity shirt with “ENTIRE TEAM” over my belly while I’m still carrying.

Little plastic nerd shit (mario coins, whatever) instead of generic plastic keys

Nookie that looks like Bowser’s mouth or something equally geeky

possibly give the kid a horribly (but not obviously) nerdy middle name (first names have been chosen, Penelope & Jonas). Middle names considered so far include Arya and other characters from a Song of Ice and Fire.

I’ll update this more when I think of things. If you have any ideas, share.

Lack of Focus

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.

WIP Update.

I probably should have posted this a couple weeks ago. Oh well. Everything’s on track.

Also, I have a small “contest” going on at my deviant art account. Go there to find out more.

Update: YOU ALL FAIL.

Work in Progress

Work in Progress, estimated completion date, 14 March 2009.

Twitter

I signed up for Twitter. This could be very, very lame.

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.
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Pork and Beans

New to Harren Hall: Weezer (red album), Weezer – Make Believe.

A Preview

“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.”

The Women of the Lakes

(more later)