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.
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 rest of the evening was uneventful. I was thankful for this, though to whom I do not know. Did I believe that the river was a god to worship? It seemed so primitive after all my education abroad to think that a river, a body of water, was sentient. Contractors rarely spoke to the river anymore. Some said this was because the distance of the new buildings from the water was so great that the river didn’t care. Optimists. It was clear that the land close to the river need better foundations and all new construction was done after the raining season, after the floodwaters cleared. The river wasn’t any sort of God, people just didn’t understand things. Read the rest of this entry…
The river was beautiful. It was as clear as filtered and processed water, but it was natural. The sky reflected perfectly making it the brightest blue. Not even the riverbed could dirty the water. The water flowed smoothly in some places, and had small rapids in others. Rafting the river was a common pastime.
It was the belief of the townspeople that they were the chosen ones because we were blessed with this perfect river. This city was the only one on the river. It was odd, so very odd. Others tried to start ports along the riverbanks, but the river would switch it’s course slightly to engulf their wharves, or it would rain and the runoff would flood the river and the town. The river seemed to refuse another city to be built on it.
In 2000, a movie called “Pay It Forward” came about. In it, a social studies teacher gives his second-grade students a task for extra credt: come up with an idea to make the world a better place. The main character, a student, comes up with the idea he calls paying forward. Person A does three favors, for Persons B, C, and D. Then each of these people does three favors for three different people, so after just two tiers of this idea, twelve people have had their life made better in some way. The favors are to be done unasked and without any expectation or return: the person helped must simply pay it forward as well.
In the movie, the student starts his idea by taking a vagrant home and lets him clean up and get food. The child explains the PIF idea to him. The vagrant then learns that the child’s mother takes a taxi to work every day because her truck is broken down. The vagrant pays forward by repairing the truck. The vagrant noves on, and the idea spreads as he does his remaining favors. (Do watch the movie some time, the whole thing is wonderful, even if it is a bit long.)
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.)
