| Tife and Limes: EFF YOU WEISER |
[May. 4th, 2008|05:40 pm] |
YSO Style: Sue 2
Got back on the ball and cranked this out last night. I spent as much time playing with different colors for the shirt and border as I did making the drawing. Ultimately I kept the shirt the same as the source image and opted for a burgundy/carmine red border instead of the coral red I used for her much smaller original drawing.
I still have three specific people that I want to do. Eventually I might try using dramatic pictures like kicks and so on. Whenever the mood strikes.
( Rehearsals, rehearsals, rehearsals, Weiser completely screws us over )
Anyway. Errands done, car's washed, tank's full, bank's visited, working tomorrow, 5:30 call. Egh. Time to rock the abs, shower, and get one's pasta on. Can't stop the music. |
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| Tife and Limes: Half-year BS streak, Narcissism 201 B |
[Apr. 24th, 2008|12:02 am] |
YSO Style: Jeanie
-Made this last week since I had a particularly good picture to base it on. I have a few more people who I want to do up in the style once I get inspired enough to take the time. Also, I took all the YSO art and slapped larger versions of them on my DevArt.
-Really cheesed off at people not writing me back. Particularly people who I haven't heard from in an excruciatingly long time. It's been happening a lot lately.
-Still dry on ideas. The writer's block is not leaving. >:|
-Past few days I've been really pissed off. So many 'potentials' and zero definites. This is the worst place to be, particularly after so many months of going out there and getting nothing back to show for it. Holy crap I'm mad! Hopping mad! Not fun or funny!
-It's been about two months since I started the new condensed routine and I'm looking the best I've ever looked. I'm probably not going to gain much more unless I start hitting the protein and/or change my diet but I really don't feel like I need to (you can take my pasta when you pry it from my COLD DEAD HANDS). I'm happy with maintaining this if I soon plateau. My body type would be too difficult to maintain much higher amounts of muscle anyway (I've had a few ectomorph friends who tried to bulk up, what an ordeal to watch), I'd just have to keep feeding it constantly. No thanks.
Hey Gene! Protip: cast shadows
I've never been motivated to spend more than an hour just working out anyway. I've always believed that spending LOTS of time exercising should go towards particular skills because it doesn't take that much time to get fit. You just have to know your body, be smart, committed and persistent. Exercise efficiently, not excessively.
-I bought a cheap-as-free bluetooth headset from buy.com for ten bucks and it works great. I only intend to use it with the PS3 and my phone when I'm driving. It irritates me when people walk around the bookstore with these flashing clusters in their ears talking loudly to themselves. You know, all "Call AMBER... call AMBER!!! this fucking thing... call AMBER!!!"
( I tested it out on Tekken DR with Will on Tuesday, hilarity ensued ) |
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| That ball was on the line! Come on! |
[Mar. 25th, 2008|10:30 am] |
Some recent drawrngh:
Whiteboard Dragon
Not Far From The Truth: Side Effects
(of engineering!)
While I was gone last week my sister moved in and replaced King Douchebag. We've just about finished cleaning up and rearranging everything. I have a proper living room now. All the bills and loose ends were tied up yesterday (the DWP visit was a quick and painless process, surprisingly) and I am now soundly in control of my expenses.
And what better way to mark a new era than OLD SCHOOL DOUBLES
(We lost 2-6, 0-6, then forfeit)
Driving mom to the airport today. The very last bit of work on the kitchen post-inspection remodeling was finished a half hour ago so I can finally GET MY MOP ON. And if a floor was EVER overdue for a severe mopping, it's mine.
( The Douchebag is gone, huzzah! )
A NEW ERA OF HAIRLESS COUNTERTOPS AND CLEAN FLOORS! TIL ALL ARE ONE! |
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| Rough weekend. |
[Jan. 22nd, 2008|11:50 am] |
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| Dashing through the snow, in a dashing through the snow, o'er the fields we go, dashing through the |
[Dec. 19th, 2007|09:28 pm] |
-Skipped gym. It was raining balls and I read an article about something over two hundred accidents by that afternoon because our responsible driving populace was speeding in the rain.
-Did more Christmas shopping today, I'm about 80% done I guess. It has been less of a gift card bonanza this year and a more "Eh, what the hell" kind of process.
-I have grown to hate Christmas music. I wouldn't hate Christmas music if such things as soprano sax & light rock instrumental interpretations of every song did not exist/were not played in stores.
-Ozomatli tomorrow! GLEE. I will probably get there three hours early and loiter around because SCREW traffic. I absolutely hate being late to anything I paid money for.
-After I got home this afternoon I spontaneously labored on a pencil sketch of a slightly miffed Baroness and it turned out hella times better than I thought. So much so that I looked up and it was eight and I had FORGOTTEN TO EAT. Still, rare thing to have a freehand sketch turn out to my satisfaction. If I get inspired again I'll take a stab at inking it and see how that results.
That's a G3 w/HK79 or G3TGS I think it's called
-It is really difficult to stop playing Call of Duty 4 online after a few games. The maps are really well thought out. Every building has entrances on multiple sides and the highest points are very visible so snipers/campers have a harder time than in other games and have to be on the move quite a bit. I've only put in about ten hours so far, currently at 2nd Lieutenant (Lv 26). The challenges are a great incentive. Can't wait to get that sodding P90. A couple days ago I was REALLY on a roll and now my kill ratio is like 1.16 (112 kills more than deaths). Good times. My only cons are that I cannot mute the other people's mics (some people love having emphysema into the mic or let their toddlers babble into it the whole match, volume control barely does shit) and very often the game will throw all the prestige people or high scorers into the same team. What is THAT shit about. Had my whole team bounce on me once because they were getting murdered so hard. Fortunately, rank is more indicative of playtime frequency than skill as I've seen plenty of high ranking dudes play terribly and get consistently bad scores. One session I had this clan of 3 guys lose to my team about four times in a row, pretty badly too, and their post-game mic chatter was hilarious.
I've only called in a chopper twice but those things are sweet as hell. Also, taking down a chopper with small arms fire alone is a hugely satisfying thing. Killing someone with a grenade launcher before the grenade goes off is great (*CHUP* +10!). One of the funniest things that happened so far was I managed to kill THREE guys during Last Stand. They were all like doing the box step and reloading instead of shanking me on the ground. You can get almost three magazines off during Last Stand. Also, while in Last Stand and managing to STAB somebody is laugh-out-loud shit. I have yet to try the suicide grenade perk even though I fall for it all the time because I have a tendency to kill people up close but GET killed at a far distance where a grenade would do no good. |
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[Dec. 5th, 2007|05:35 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | drawing, work | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Mighty Mighty Bosstones - Someday I Suppose | ] |
I HAVE BEEN INSIDE FOR FIVE DAYS STRAIGHT MAKING LISTS AND GRAPHICS AND OTHER NECESSARY CRAP BECAUSE TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE
I SURE HOPE THE GYM IS OPEN TOMORROW BECAUSE I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE MY FACE PEELS OFF
ALSO I HAVE TO STAY UP FOR ANOTHER FOUR HOURS AT LEAST BECAUSE I'M ON THE LAST DAY OF FIXING MY INTERNAL CLOCK BACK TO A DAYTIME SCHEDULE (currently operating from 4 a.m. to 8 p.m.)
I CANNOT WAIT TO GO TO SLEEP
P.S. UGH MY HEAD
ALSO CAPS LOCK |
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| Tife and Limes: Work it on out, IX |
[Nov. 21st, 2007|09:24 pm] |
-Going home tomorrow way freaking early in the a.m. I am definitely not getting much/any sleep. It is going to be freezing as hell up there, like SIXTY. FORTY AT NIGHT. HOLY CRAP HOW WILL I LIVE. Packing thermals and what not. Talk about conclusively ruined by the heat. Back on the weekend sometime.
Gym was the best. TORE EET UP. Now I know what my front tuck looks like. I'm getting very good height, surprised myself even. My head is turned slightly, which I don't even feel, so it's on a slight lean. Never did like going straight over. Still, I'm happy that it has become what it is in a relative short amount of repeated drilling. I still have no grasp of controlling the height or landing, it's just a natural opening-up kind of thing. Learning the front punch has helped on other things like the sideflip. Progress is what.
My standing full still looks like shit. Like a jagged bundle of metal rods got thrown up into the air and crumple before hitting the ground. I'm going to pick apart the gainer full and see if I can apply that to a two-foot jump. IT CAN BE DONE. Dammit.
Trying to teach somebody when they're a combination of impatience & garrulousness can be a test. "What do you mean 'what's the next thing?' You don't even have THIS thing half-decent yet." Also being self-conscious is an annoying-as-hell crutch that just gets in the way. Naomi would love it if I were more of the indulging/delicate type of instructor. Her friend Xochi (I think) on the other hand- she just does it. If she can't, she drills the step before. That's a good work ethic right there. Build, build, BUILD.
If you have excuses, either find an alternate route or change your priorities. Don't waste my time or your own. There's no TIME to ARGUE about TIME. We DON'T. HAVE. the TIME. GET TA WORK!
Grab-throttle-yell, grab-throttle-yell. Slaps on the back.
You're trying to learn something and you fuck it up, you shouldn't give a fuck whether or not people are looking. You're learning something new. Keep working. It's more embarrassing to cave in and leave the floor.
THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT. I'm saying. |
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| Tife and Limes: Super Nerd Powers Activate |
[Oct. 25th, 2007|01:00 am] |
-My sister is fundraising for the Walk of Hope. If you love breasts, please give a bunch.
-Work is busy as hell again! Just today, things blew up. Nice to be out of that dead streak. On Monday and Tuesday I was completely embedded to the SoCal wildfire news like CRACK. I was refreshing LATimes.com every five minutes and intensely focusing on NPR, all "SCREW FARM-SUBSIDY BILLS GET BACK TO THE FIRE!!" I've got some friends in San Diego but none of them live near the path of the Witch fire (the biggest-ass one burning its way to the ocean).
-Monday there was this disaster expert on NPR that was probably the most energetic pessimist I've ever heard. "THIS FIRE IS UNSTOPPABLE! THE FIREFIGHTERS CAN ONLY HOPE TO GET IN FRONT OF IT AND MOVE PEOPLE OUT OF THE WAY! WE CAN'T GET AIRCRAFT IN THERE BECAUSE OF THE WINDS, AND WHEN THE WINDS DIE DOWN IT'LL BE TOO LATE BECAUSE THE FIRE WILL BE TOO BIG TO FIGHT!" He did everything short of jump out a window screaming "WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE I REGRET EVERYTHING"
-The staple elements of my weekly routine (besides work Mon-Fri) consist of:
1) Shave & a Haircut Wed
2) Ghetto Gym Thurs
3) Class Sat
4) Sun rest
So once Wednesday is over I am in HIGH-ASS SPIRITS for the remainder. Feelin' grrrrrret. Monday it was SUPER-DEAD so I drew this (based on recent events):
Not Far From The Truth: Post-It Edition
While on the post-it roll I drew a picture of Maki that turned out really great but it went south when I drew Ibuki standing too close and Hugo's looming head became this kind of enormous screwy Moai statue in a wig. I might take a stab at Maki again, she's really easy to draw. And she has fresh kicks (which I forgot about until I came home and looked at her shoes on her CvS2 version gashapon).
I bought the Captain's Log Star Trek collection last weekend. ( Mini-review, misc. ) |
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[Oct. 10th, 2007|10:30 pm] |
(continuing the theme of last entry)
Alien vs Predator post-it note collage
Holy fuck what a terrible day!
My boss messed up a last-minute rush job and I ended up taking flak for it. Goddamn crock of shit. And the fucking secretary has to put me down with some snide "advice" that didn't apply to the situation at all. After work I just walked for about an hour to simmer down until I didn't feel like breaking people.
Got home, found out my computer restarted itself after a windows update and I lost a few hours work on some photo editing. Awesome.
I am going to gym my ASS OFF tomorrow until I burst into flames.
Before I started axe-kicking work tables, I drew a walrus.
-I've thus far been successful in dodging that cold everybody got the past two weeks. It's especially hard because the people at my work who got it are in close proximity with me for most of the day. I haven't been sick since I caught that flu in March '05. I'm on a roll with my health and I intend to keep it that way.
-PUBLIC RADIO FALL MEMBERSHIP PLEDGE DRIVE. AAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH.
-If this doesn't seem fast, go to about 3:30 in. And watch the credits.
-Been hearing a lot of coverage about the impending Writers Guild strike at the end of this month. What a mess. Makes me glad I got out of the business because the people who are going to get hurt the most in a strike are the grunts and extras. The longer it goes on, the worse the collateral damage will get. Next year I believe SAG and the DGA have some renegotiating to do in the spring, that'll be a hoot. Better to watch this from a distance. Makes me appreciate my savings more. |
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| Tife and Limes: Thousand Island |
[Oct. 8th, 2007|09:46 pm] |
Linn Kurosawa on a post-it note
I actually drew a few of these today at work (slow morning) but this was the best one. I got halfway through one with Dutch Schaefer, Guile, and Charlie together but I messed it up. Might make another Baby Seal-esque montage with the rest later.
Also, here's a post-it strip about one of my two bosses. This is how he talks to me verbatim. He runs three businesses at once so he tends to communicate with extremely loud semi-coherent sound bites and then vanishes. He doesn't have the best grasp of English either so he uses the words "this" and "that" far more often than your typical person. He's a good boss, just kind of jarring in the early mornings.
-Having missed gym for a month, then getting back into it with a nearly non-stop three hour practice last Thursday, my back has been sore for four days. But just my upper back, nothing lower like I thought. Thursday gyms are now a staple routine, don't want to put it off any longer than two weeks.
-I very nearly took a picture of my groceries on Sunday because there's something about six boxes of Fettuccine that fills a man's heart up with joy. The possibilities! My God! I'm making Fettuccine right now! Holy crap!
-I am actually considering a fairly drastic change in my diet. Well, drastic for me anyway. It would require quite a bit more preparation time during the week but I'm pretty motivated to try it out for a month or two and see if I can feel a difference. How drastic? Well... it involves... vegetables.
-Almost freakin' done with this rassa-frackin' shirt/poster design nonsense! Besides the layouts and assembling part, anyway. I will be beyond relieved after I get shit sent off to the printers.
-(Engineering) had about nine people and some more weird no-shows. The pictures I've taken so far look like shit because we're too busy for me to set up anything good. Got a presentation we've been preparing for this Saturday, it's no big deal for me but some of my classmates are visibly nerve-wracked. I'm looking forward to moving on to new material.
-Splunge.
edit: Okay apparently more than a few people are taking the vegetable thing far beyond what it is. Becoming a vegetarian is not even an option in this lifetime, you don't even know how seriously I take my chicken marinara. Honestly. |
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| Tife and Limes: Hot Hot Feet |
[Aug. 30th, 2007|06:28 pm] |
It was a little warm today
Funny story: A co-worker started coaching a girl's soccer team thrice a week. They're all about 10-12 years old. He asked them to come up with a team name, fully expecting something like The Little Mermaids.
"So what did you guys decide on?"
"The BONECRUSHERS!"
I could not emphasize to him just how completely surpassing awesome that is. Now he has to make up their team logo and banner. I recommended a bulldozer with fangs.
Been putting on a good chunk of overtime this week. It's still pretty unpleasant around five so I stick around for another 30-45 minutes. Funny thing is I don't really remember last summer, when we didn't even have A/C and our old place was just one long room.
Hard @ work
I try in vain because nothing I do has as much character as boing.
My legs look ridiculously long.
P.S. T5:DR Online is out. Wootles. |
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| Tife and Limes: "Rechts! Ich sehe einen weißen flaumigen Kopf! Wartezeit, was?" |
[Apr. 5th, 2007|10:42 pm] |
Faces of Baby Seal
This is what I was doing every day the week one of my bosses was away. He would prefer me not drawing things like amphibians in board shorts on our whiteboard what with clients walking in all the time. My other boss doesn't give a shit whether or not I draw anything.
-I wish NPR would stop doing stories on YouTube like it's still some goddamned new and crazy thing. Or at LEAST stop pronouncing it like it's a mysterious fucking entity they've never heard of before. "...and the footage was also posted to the Online Video-Sharing Site YEW-TEWBE." "Tell us more about YEW-TEWBE, Robert!" "Sure, that's a great topic. Hi. I'm Robert Siegel, and I sound like a damn baby."
Seriously though, I love NPR. I just hate Sandra Tsing-Loh's annoying-as-the-nine-hells radio voice. Her overenthusiastic delivery makes me want to coat my eardrums with spackle. AirTalk with Larry Mantle is where it's at. Said where it's at I said where it's at.
-Yesterday I got a random-ass call from some modeling & talent agency. I've been getting one about every other month since late last year. They're always from some new agency that needs to build a database of people- they only sometimes tell you that and try to make themselves sound better while insisting you come in for an interview. Most of the time they can't figure out where they got my name from in the first place. "We were told you have a great model look." "Oh really? By whom?" "Uh... that was what we were told. That. You have a good look. For commercials and music videos and print. Yes." And boy do I ever want to go back to some stuffy agency in the middle of the no-parking city and submit a headshot and a resume and spend however much money on fees and taking even more photos for their online database. Fuck alla THAT shit. I left that complete nonsense behind me in 2004.
-I like phones that sound like goddamned phones when they ring. Having to hear someone's favorite song violently flare up instead is terrible. Also good GOD phones are LOUD these days, you can hear that mess from fifty yards away now! I am obviously outdated and belong in a resting home for perpetually annoyed old citizens!
-I missed going to sleep on time a few days this week because I finally discovered how Kaillera works. Steve absolutely destroyed my sense of self with Ryo/Yuri/Joe/Shingo, but Rectal has been fun (when we aren't constantly desyncing or falling to 1fps). Rectal usually uses Iori/Mature/Vice or Kyo/Beni/Goro and allows me more chances to move. I was never particularly good at '98 but I'm getting that good ol' mediocrity back (Ralf/Leona/Heidern, Kim/King/USA SPORTS TEAM WHOO). Fun times: Extra Mode, Brian, dash, qcf+C.
Today: Rice, abs, haircut, optimism.
Cuz Jom did it and I bit. Post a comment with the word "survey" or "pickles" and...
1: I'll respond with something random about you.
2: I'll challenge you to try something.
3: I'll pick a colour that I associate with you.
4: I'll tell you something I like about you.
5: I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6: I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7: I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8: If I do this for you, you must post this in your journal.
edit: I see that dub totally remembered to do his |
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| When a man is on a rampage you do not tell him not to swear. |
[Mar. 22nd, 2007|11:46 pm] |
Jay: That does not look like you.
Me: He has my hands and is wearing my jacket. *hunches, demonstrates kung-fu grip*
Jay: Okay then I guess he does. *leaves quickly* |
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| LET'S GET IT DONE, ASSHOLES |
[Mar. 20th, 2007|07:24 pm] |
Not Far From The Truth: Sam Yu
The unvarnished truth. Not that funny unless you know Sam.
Not Far From The Truth: How It Goes
When asked about my job, I usually go into a long & involved story about butter sticks (which causes Andrew to leave the room, he's heard it so many times). Last time I was asked, I got to thinking about how my life in general is going and this 4-panel came to be. I usually say hills and valleys but this is more mountains and pitfalls.
Plans got straight cocked up and I'm in a bad mood now because the rest of March is pretty fucking shot.
I absolutely hate being pushed toward doing something when I either haven't personally had time to make a decision or when I already had something planned. If an unexpected event happens to crush whatever chances of productivity I had lined up, any prodding (however well-intentioned or pragmatic) basically ends up like this:
"You should do (alternate thing)."
"FUCK YOU! DON'T YOU TELL ME WHAT TO DO GODDAMMIT I HAD ALL MY SHIT READY TO GO! (alternate thing), KISS MY DICK! I NEED TO GET THIS DONE AND NOW IT'S SHOT THE SHIT UP! FUCK YOU!"
I should be a U.N. Ambassador.
I need to stew a bit and figure out what my next couple of weeks are going to be like. Who knows, maybe something good might come out of it, but my head isn't clear yet.
FUCK, MAN! |
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| I had time to sketch this cuz motherfuckers are late as hell |
[Mar. 2nd, 2007|07:50 pm] |
ROAD TRIPUh I mean not a damn thing is going on this weekend |
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| They could've picked a much better Wolfmother song. |
[Dec. 30th, 2006|10:24 pm] |
I got a Crayola Color Explosion pad in my Christmas stocking (Santa still exists and shops at the same places my dad and sister do. Hmm). It's 12 sheets with a rainbow pattern underneath a black layer. The markers included use a light liquid solution that reveals the rainbow underneath, the black doesn't scratch off. It's really fun as long as you don't accidentally get it wet. Here are a bunch.
A Caricature
Jungle (Optimus) Boogie
Jungle Optimus vs Snake Eyes
Cat in the Hat on LSD
Alien on a Minibike
After five days of it, I'm seriously burned out on Guitar Hero 2 for a while. The multiplayer is VASTLY superior but I just find myself wishing the co-op worked with the songs from GH1. 64 songs in GH2 and I plain cannot TOLERATE a mess of them. About a third are just too freaking long and bland, I lose interest in the middle of playing them. Suicidal Tendencies and Lamb of God need to get the FUCK OUT OF THE GAME. Additionally, the gap between Medium and Hard is too great. At least half of the songs on Medium I KNEW could be more challenging- then getting into Hard breaks your hands on everything. The curve in GH1 was much smoother.
I was greatly disappointed by a lot of the singers this time around. Killing In The Name is particularly lame- I can only enjoy it by swearing loudly over the censored words.
Negativity aside, a lot of the bonus tracks are pretty good. The Buckethead song is a must-play every time. Blah blah Freezepop blah blah Trogdor etc etc tired of GH2 probably buy a white wireless controller eventually but dang that's too steep right now
This thing is cool: Death By Caffeine
241.37 cans of Sunkist Orange Soda + Me = Death.
Today I bought $260 in furniture... on the damn INTERNET, because I couldn't find what I wanted in the stores that were supposed to be carrying them while driving all over the city today. Rrgh. Still, can't wait to slap wood planks together with allen wrenches next week. That's always fun.
PARTY TIME TOMORROW WHOO oh new year's is never that exciting but there will be at least five hours of TEKKEN DR. YEEEE-HESSS. Glory be. |
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| "CKA: SUPER NINJA THIEF in EL NINJITSU DEL THEFT DIABLO!" VANISHING IN 2007 dun dun dun |
[Nov. 18th, 2006|09:20 pm] |
The picture from the last entry was a completely random photo from shooting. Andrew took just over four hundred pictures, about half of which were completely useless, in an insomniac half-trance over a day and a half. Some really great candid shots got taken in the flurry. I seem to be rocking some hardcore forehead-abs o' steel in that shot.
Today on my hingeless glasses one of the, uh, hinges snapped when I accidentally smashed it underneath my HUGE MUSC-LED PALM. Three years sans damage or any significant scratching, so it was about time. Turns out the first google result for "glasses repair" is a store IN CANOGA PARK. Wacky! Funny thing is these frames are so light I can wear it the same anyway with only one hinge- I was briefly tempted to leave it broken just to see how long it'd take for people to notice.
Anyhoo. Here are the two pictures I drew Thursday, all flat-colored AS IS MY WONT.
1. Super Katowich Kart2. Wushu Calves are HOT Felt great to do that again. Didn't seem to take that long either. Maybe vigorously treading through this tornado of activity has made me more efficient in other areas.
It's funny. I've been spending money like CRAZY the past three months, mostly on food and a mess of props/wardrobe and lots of little shit that just adds up. But despite that, plus making a few hundred less each month due to days off for filming, I've still got about 1.5k MORE in my account than I thought I did. Baffling. The numbers do add up so it just goes to show how terrible my mathmatical intuition is.
I bought a big fat pizza and decided not to do anything today besides the aforementioned pictures. I am filled to my neck with mountain dew, watching my hella old Newsradio tapes, feeling a smidge closer to content.
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Tekken!! *whoosh*
2 a.m. edit: I did not actually get around to playing any Tekken but I did get like a million comic books from Gavok in #awesome.
sunday edit:
[22:38] Internet> Damn, Esco looks cool on that pic in his journal
[22:40] Esco> the dark one?
[22:40] Internet> yup
[22:40] Esco> that's ARMOR ESCO
[22:40] Internet> LOL |
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| god-damn upper lip pimples lurking right under my friggin nose |
[Sep. 17th, 2006|11:52 pm] |
Not Far From The Truth: Andrew's Insane Dream
As described to me earlier. I worry about this guy, I really do.
Dreams came up because I had three CRAZY déjà vu moments this weekend. Vivid as hell. It's a trip every time it happens, at least twice a month, and it irritates me because I don't know what in sam-flaming-hill to make of it. Repeating self.
Difficult things achieved on Saturday. Time is flying by faster than ever. Is the weekend already over? Sturm and drang. Many things are passing before I'm even aware of them, movies/events in particular. Shit I've heard about months before is already out and over by the time I slow down enough to check. Pride Open-Weight Grand Prix? Protector came and went? Crank's been out since when? Fatal Contact trailer already? Star Trek's how old now? Tweak's in California? The speed of it all is madly disconcerting.
In-between hard work/determination I got some good gaming in over the weekend. Saturday Sam and I got some serious Killzone on for the first time in forever (failing gloriously on several Team DM setups) and stomped through most of Europe in Call of Duty 2 while Andrew slept for half a day and fucking BELLOWED angry shit in Mandarin in his sleep. Today I WRECKED Pablo's shit in Tekken. Thought he could step to me. I had to get the most out of it during the moment because in real life he could kill me VERY easily if he wanted to :x
In-joke for personal future reference: "I'm ready mentally (point) and physically (point). Don't worry. I'm here. (elbow) HEEEEHHHHHHHHHH."
Tweak was here but I missed him because I'm in the middle of GO TIME. I called up Will to see if they could swing by while I was in L.A. but I guess Will wanted Tweak to hisself. TWEAK HOG! I kid. Sorry I missed you, Tweakumz ;o
More to come. I am busy enough for two of me. Gotta have goals, work for the dream, stay Level 3 until completion. Holy shit sleep is the best thing ever. Hope my Achewood books get here Monday. |
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[Sep. 11th, 2006|07:52 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | daily, drawing, women, work | ] |
| [ | mood |
| | emolicious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Talib Kweli - Get By (going to have to rip the dvd audio) | ] |
Things are okay at work. She wasn't even aware she pissed me off (no doubt due to the fact she frowns at me half the time AND HEY I'M SUCH A HAPPY GUY EH) but I've decided to be civil. On Friday I buried Pompeii because I was already somewhat depressed and that look was the extra kick in the head I didn't need. I haven't reacted that strongly to anything in a long time but when you're at the edge of the emo precipice it doesn't take much to shove you over. Especially when it's been a while. Things have been going very well recently so I suppose this episode was the pitfall after the hill. Could've been worse.
Still, hardcore snugglebunnies (/Breathed) in demand like argh. I'm talking a nigh 3-year deficit. But here I am in the middle of the most ambitious project of my life, and time to cultivate is nonexistent. THIS is what you call BOO-URNS.
Hug-Bots
Green's the chase figure, Blue is very popular, and Yellow is the lowest seller in the case assortment.
-REGARDING 9/11
-Guitar Hero 2 tracklist (old-ish news). I haven't heard about a fourth of them. G n'R, Primus, STP, Spinal Tap = win.
-Last Tuesday I witnessed that apparently spaghetti and meatballs will halt the reoccurence of old knee injuries. Also, having at least four Guatemalans in the gym is crucial to sustaining a proper energy level.
-I HAVE STAR FOX. I HAVE NO TIME TO PLAY IT.
-I DO NOT LIKE FOX'S DESIGN. HE LOOKS LIKE A CONSTIPATED DUCK.
Hard work. Two million Ab jokes. Great weekend. |
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