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Anyway, I've been listening to Patsy Cline. Someone at Bauhaus played her the other day and it reminded me that I love Patsy Cline. I want to believe that my favorite barista played it, but she'll still be my favorite even if she didn't. When I was a kid, my mother used to play a lot of music when we were driving around town and the only things I ever liked were The Righteous Brothers, Patsy Cline and Bruce Springsteen. Oh, and she played Heart sometimes. Heart is so ironic, though. Everything else was terrible. Sorry mom. I have to apologize because she reads this sometimes.
My fingers smell like garlic.
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[04 Sep 2008|09:14pm] |
I guess the owners of our apartment complex just sold their house and decided they wanted to move into our apartment. That means Corey and I are, effectively, evicted. We've got about 20 days.
If any Seattle people know of any places available (preferably in Cap Hill), let us know. We're willing to share a 1 br if necessary. Tell your friends! Then tell us! We'd like to keep it at or around $1,000 a month.
Also, this is sort of an extra bad time since I'm low on cash. So, if you can, tell people to buy some books or CDs from me! Or if anyone knows of any good illustration gigs, tell me please!
Also, my birthday is on Monday.
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| right in the head |
[03 Sep 2008|08:03pm] |
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| a warrior of words taking a stand |
[02 Sep 2008|09:08pm] |
PAX was this weekend. I played some games. It was fun.
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| Emotion Lotion |
[28 Aug 2008|10:31pm] |
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I put up a new demo of a song here.
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| Old habits die hard |
[23 Aug 2008|09:00pm] |
When I was a kid, I had a bike called a Diamond Back and my friend had a bike called a Mongoose. I never even got the connection until just recently. I wonder if they were actually bitter, rival bike companies. "Fuck you Diamond Back! We are MONGOOSE!"
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| Atmost vol. 1 |
[21 Aug 2008|05:14pm] |
I decided to make some paypal buttons for buying the book.
Use this one to just buy the book by itself ($5):
or this one to get the book and Don't Ever Stop CD ($10):
If anyone has emailed me and I haven't gotten back to them, leave a comment here. My email likes to hide away legitimate messages in my spam folder.
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[19 Aug 2008|03:49am] |
Sometimes, when I watch movies about disheveled Englishmen drinking loads of alcohol and reciting plays, it makes me want to write like a crotchety old British dude who lives in a lighthouse. Also, it makes me want to get drunk, a little. At some point during last night, I thought it would be funny to make up some bad, purposely overwrought prose to go with this drawing. It's not really that funny. You should read this as if you were a really drunk and/or stoned, wine-carrying, melodramatic Englishman standing in heavy rain, reciting to some wet dogs or something:
...and unto a trilogy pair of blue feathers, we swore an oath:
in September, when the rain stirs dust, we retreat to the northwest woods and succumb to the teachings of the Red Panda. We are not averse to blood of animals, but our diet will mainly consist of readily available vegetation, because it is easy (they don't flail about as you rip their tendrils from an earthly womb). We move with only speed that is necessary.
On the weekends, we go to seaside cliffs. Your hair shines like glass under a pillowy sky, but feels of ground spice in my slippery palms. You turn away. Strands sift through my finger tips. Your feet abandon the continent. When you come about, noble serpents encircle, mimicking the ripples cast by your shoulders - which now protrude from the ocean, like a bust. Your mouth opens to a grin, lifting your eyes to coax me. I don't follow the first time. You disintegrate, leaving behind a set of refracted clouds. I stare at the atmosphere with similar effect. When you return, it is only with your eyes, floating on the surface. Finely ground hair melts over skin and traces the curve of cheekbones. The rest floats and disperses with incremental chaos. Your face is raw. Insecurities are revealed and kept, with endearing care, under my breath.
When night comes, we lay with our bellies to space. You grow new hands for each muscle turned to knot and stroke my forehead accordingly. I try my best to reciprocate. When too tired, We watch silence hang in the air, like puff-ball seeds. Intermittently, they are pierced by wistfully sharp anecdotes. In the morning, we awake before we know we've fallen asleep.
In the spring, we seek out a desert and befriend twin camels. We only ask to let them guide us through their ephemeral mountain scape home. We drink from cacti, eat insects and follow the northern star. Delirium strikes, to which we embrace our insanity and place faith on our behooved friends. My faith will wane, slightly. On the edge of death: the back of our throats a palpable taste, one side of our mouths burnt by the sun, the other by sand - our friends will lick our hair, making for a peaceful trip to oblivion.
Our next vision will be of a simultaneous awakening, adjacent beds, in some savior's hut. You will say, "I told you," and reach for my hand. The next week, we ride elephants to our final destination, the setting sun.
In the next September we return to the resting place of our blue feathered friend and give tale of our oath. Promises seep through the dead, but resurrect in our breast. We then go back to what we were doing.
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| The North End is Dying |
[16 Aug 2008|10:22pm] |
The day before I went to San Diego, I self-printed a book full of comics and illustrations that I made over the past year (I would take a picture of it, but my camera is always out of batteries). Despite a few typos, I think it's actually a really nice little book. I posted the cover in this post a while back. I'll put up a picture of the actual book when I get new batteries (unless someone who already has it sends me a picture of themselves caressing it tenderly, first).
Anyway, if anyone wants one, I'm selling it for $5 (that includes shipping and all). I still have a bunch of Don't Ever Stop CDs left too, so if you make it $10, I'll send the book and the CD. Maybe I'll include a little love letter. Leave a message here or send me an email (aalipop AT yahoo DIZITTY-DOT com) and we'll sort things out. I am on the verge of being poor again, so any orders would help me out.
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| Red Panda |
[13 Aug 2008|06:48pm] |
Holy shit. Have you seen these?! They're like Otters and Raccoons and Pandas combined! I never even knew they existed. Best animal ever. Very well designed.
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| I lift weights but I don't sweat |
[12 Aug 2008|05:03pm] |
Here is a quick thing:
I also made some wallpapers, for the hell of it:
1440x900 | 1280x1024
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| I get this thrill outta sayin' what's true |
[05 Aug 2008|01:09am] |
I got back from comic con last Monday. It was a good time. I did a bunch of swimming. I like swimming. Why aren't I swimming all the time?
I have a lot of good friends.
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| $240 worth of pudding. |
[13 Jul 2008|02:48pm] |
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[09 Jul 2008|04:37am] |
It's so late! Or early!
Here is some different stuff:
I'm going to bed.
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[05 Jul 2008|03:53am] |
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| I believe the children are our future |
[28 Jun 2008|03:07am] |
I keep wanting to talk about the games I've been playing, but I always post these really late and I don't have the energy to talk about all the things I want to talk about. I'll just say that I played MGS4, twice, and really enjoyed it. There is a lot of suspended disbelief required to play an MGS game and they can be overly melodramatic at times, but it still manages to be one of the best sagas in the video game world. Possibly right below the Silent Hill Series and Shadow of the Colossus. For me, anyway.
I started to type a tangent, but I'm too tired.
I'm also playing Folklore. I really liked it initially, but it's starting to get frustrating.
Music... I also want to talk about music. I'm so tired, though. Maybe later.
Snooze.
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| dumps |
[25 Jun 2008|05:34pm] |
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| put the hot to the ground |
[15 Jun 2008|03:40pm] |
I went to visit Claire again. We had some good times. More Holmes on Homes - which is so intensely satisfying to watch. We also watched George Romero's new movie, Diary of the Dead. It's somehow worse than any of his other movies? Like, possibly the worst movie ever made. How do you fall so far from Night of the Living Dead?
Last night, though, I watched Day of the Dead (the remake) and it was pretty satisfying. I'm not sure if it was good, but it was a million times better than Diary of the Dead. It was like finding some tasty mouthwash after sucking baby vomit through a straw for a week. Also, I found myself with a little crush on Mena Suvari by the end. I can't wait until someone remakes Diary of the Dead into something that's actually a little entertaining.
I also watched Drillbit Taylor last night. I can't believe how blatant the use of this formula is these days. It's annoying. "Oh, I'm lying to you, but it turns out that I actually have a conscience. Oh, now you've found out that I was lying and you hate me but I'm so sorry! And sad! Oh, you've realized that I'm a good person after all and we all love each other and the world is perfect and we've cured global warming! END!" What's worse is that Owen Wilson has done multiple versions of it! Comedies are the worst offenders! It's like a solid casing of shit as an excuse to use some jokes on film. I watched Zohan recently and they did it too! It's an epidemic!
My clothes kind of smell like a dog, but, you know, in a good way.
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| fresh young coconuts |
[03 Jun 2008|03:48am] |
I got a PS3 the other day. I consider it my gift from the government. In a hilarious twist, my 360 died the night before it arrived. I don't begrudge it for dying, especially since Microsoft is paying for shipping and repair. I've had it for about 3 years. I've seen PS2s die in less time.
I think the PS3 is a much better "Media" system than the 360. It has an easier to use main interface, the store is more pleasant to navigate, it can play and even store a lot of different video formats (This is exciting to me) and it has Remote Play - which supposedly allows me to play videos or even PSX games (from a disc or downloaded) from my psp through an internet connection, wherever I find one. Unfortunately, it doesn't have many exclusive games. I bought it for Metal Gear, but the only other game I've found myself really wanting is Folklore - which is hard to find anywhere. Final Fantasy, maybe? It looks kind of dumb, from what I've seen. I hope I'm wrong.
I kind of miss the 360, though. I have some games I want to start playing, but now I'll have to wait until it comes back from repair. I actually have a lot of PS2 games I haven't even started to play yet. Mostly RPGs. I should get to that. Eventually.
Man, I am a crazy person.
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| fa fa fire |
[29 May 2008|02:51am] |
Uh, I guess I'll keep trying with the shirts. I'm bound to come up with something good, eventually.
Here is a girl from a comic I am working on:
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