Art by MeddygonThere is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.

Ba, the troll shaman. Fwump. Drawn in December 2004 because I hadn’t drawn much in a while then. Used WoW character as reference. This was somewhere around level 30.

Another image often stolen by tortured suburban teenagers finding random images on the internet and applying meaning where there is none, or applying their own meaning over the artist’s intent. This image shows another god character that was displaced battling internally; her original, non-god soul seeks to remind the new amalgam in charge that she was the first and she will not be brushed aside. This lady was intended to be a bit of a god killer, though born a mortal. Being mortal, she couldn’t properly destroy the souls of gods and they lived in her.

As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, stuff started from a watercolor of the ice angel. On the right you will find the mutilated image. For some reason, after scanning original a decade ago I plonked it into photoshop and inverted it and possible put it through other tortures (filters) as well. Don’t ask me what’s up with that scarf or hair or whatever, because I seriously do not know. No one knows.
Edit: Hehe, here’s the original pencil sketch (on the left). I know I have more pre-paint planning doodles somewhere . . . probably in storage.

Way back in high school, after making a watercolor painting of the original ice angel (variations of which was posted previously on SDO), I started making up a universe where various gods controlled planets and fought for dominance and such. One god lost her planet (pictured on the right, the zora ripoff), and came to Boe’s (also pictured previously, the white-haired individual) planet to steal it from her. This god’s name is Azula. Imagine my dismay when Avatar had a character many years later with the same name and the same personality I would role play her as.
Previously posted Azula art

So at some point, when I was making decent art and didn’t have a job to get in the way of spending 13 hours straight on it, I did commissions. This is Azrael Dregnus, Paladin of Slaughter, done up for an online buddy. This was his D&D 3.5e character for an evil campaign. (The idea was to be running two games, where the players played both the good guys and the bad guys, and eventually they’d meet up.) The outline was done in Illustrator and the coloring and shading in Photoshop.

Progress shots, taken every hour or so: 1 2 3 3.2 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

Originally created 1 August 2006

Since I haven’t posted much since Jonas’s birth, and no art at all in that time, here’s a piece that I still actually like. It’s half-scribble, half detail because I just didn’t want to work on it more than one day. One of the forum members of the Cork Board made a thread in which he said he’d write about any noun or whatever someone posted. “Ashtray” was suggested, and I decided that I was going to draw something based on that after the story was written. The story had nothing to do with the picture, and the picture had nothing to do with the story. Originally done 15 April 2004.

In baby news, babies are babies. True story. This baby o’ mine is so baby-like. Yup. He’s above his birth weight, finally, and eating like a pig. He’s got a habit of pooting up a diaper, and, five minutes after you change it, he poots up another (usually a big poot followed by a little fart of dirtiness). This by itself doesn’t bother me. He’s a baby, he stinks up his pants: that’s what babies do. No, what bothers me about it is that he’ll fart while I’m holding him and just look up at me, directly at my face. If he could talk, I’m sure he’d be asking for praise. He usually gets it, though. This kid has some killer farts. Loud, stinky farts that any beer-gutted NASCAR fan, or sane new parents, would be proud of.

Early update today from the laptop. I woke up about a half hour ago unable to continue sleeping through a headache, so I took some painkillers. They kicked in finally, but only mildly, and the alarm’s going to go off soon … oh well. Two more angels and the god figure mentioned before. Metal/Gemstone angel thing and the silk one. I started drawing her in flash when I was in high school and never finished. I don’t have the flash file anymore so I can’t finish unless I start over. God figure lady doesn’t need wings, nor does she need to explain herself to you!

Today’s update is all thirteen episodes of Hatt.
I make no claims of quality, coherence, or … whatever.
No mind-altering drugs were consumed in the making of these comics (my pothead roommates hadn’t moved in yet).
Baby news coming tomorrow afternoon.

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.

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.

Also Jorenko got me the BEST GIFT EVER: Munchkin.

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.

Attack of the tilted chiaroscuro high school still life art assignment!