this is the scan for the asia comics, I find drawing chibis very hard.
Monday, March 1, 2010
Monday, February 18, 2008
death by pan!
This month's pertinent dreams occurred when david was here, which is always great to wake up in a sweat and turn over and have a human teddy bear.
So we were going to hang out at the California adventure hotel and it had a small peter pan like merry go round in it, however when I got into the pirate ship like thing I was still hanging out. It turned a round in circles and I could see the fireplace coming closer. I got out and got the the train station, which looked an awful lot like the one that we took from westchester after Bri's birthday shindig. But over the intercom, we were informed that there was a serial killer on the loose. Some part of me knew that it had to be cait and I set out to make sure that if it was her, to talk her down slowly, or if it wasn't, I needed to protect her. I walked back from the trainstop to the front of the hotel and saw that there was a race set up around the entire bottom floor, the carousel of fail was still there and we had to run around it. There was a tourguide woman there cherrily telling us the rules, that if we hit specific buttons on the sides we could see the tracks of wild critters (since the hotel for CA adventure is a lodge theme) on the racetrack. I was amused and had to hit all the buttons at once, much to the chagrin of the other people around me. I began to follow what I deemed to be the rabbit tracks and it led to the woman and she said that the tracks did in fact lead off the track and around the back porch area to where the train went through. I decided to follow them and found myself back at the beginning and was hit from behind repeatedly by a pan hacking off my left shoulder, which was cait. She yelled in sucess as I fell bleeding to the ground, but I looked up and saw that it was in fact david being handcuffed and dragged away.
So we were going to hang out at the California adventure hotel and it had a small peter pan like merry go round in it, however when I got into the pirate ship like thing I was still hanging out. It turned a round in circles and I could see the fireplace coming closer. I got out and got the the train station, which looked an awful lot like the one that we took from westchester after Bri's birthday shindig. But over the intercom, we were informed that there was a serial killer on the loose. Some part of me knew that it had to be cait and I set out to make sure that if it was her, to talk her down slowly, or if it wasn't, I needed to protect her. I walked back from the trainstop to the front of the hotel and saw that there was a race set up around the entire bottom floor, the carousel of fail was still there and we had to run around it. There was a tourguide woman there cherrily telling us the rules, that if we hit specific buttons on the sides we could see the tracks of wild critters (since the hotel for CA adventure is a lodge theme) on the racetrack. I was amused and had to hit all the buttons at once, much to the chagrin of the other people around me. I began to follow what I deemed to be the rabbit tracks and it led to the woman and she said that the tracks did in fact lead off the track and around the back porch area to where the train went through. I decided to follow them and found myself back at the beginning and was hit from behind repeatedly by a pan hacking off my left shoulder, which was cait. She yelled in sucess as I fell bleeding to the ground, but I looked up and saw that it was in fact david being handcuffed and dragged away.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
hello 2008, here's a post
So I haven't actually posted something legit here that is about my life and whatnot.
It's two weeks into the semester and I will admit that my schedule is not the pain train I'm used to from Sophomore year. As thankful for that as I am, I feel unproductive and like I'm not doing enough. The photography class I'm taking is digital and filled with Stern finance students, and the teacher has never even been in a dark room. Happy though I am for the fact that I will not become a chemically mutated moleperson this semester, its sad to know that this is the way of the future and dark room time has been converted to photoshop lessons. I pray will will do more than learn how to make a very pretty myspace photo.
Drawing class is something I needed to take because I've never had a drawing class before I developed actual fine motor skills. I feel this can help with the creating of the comic (which actually counts towards the stuff in my sketchbook) and other things. The only qualm I have with drawing classes is that it doesn't really nurture the idea of creating, just recreating. I guess that's why me teacher is as placid as can be about whether or not we actually draw the things infront of us.
The psychopathology lab is interesting. It's taught by the teacher I had for abnormal psychology whom I dubbed the embodiment of psychological commentary. In this lab however, they hope to help the writing of the students into APA format and for concise and eloquent papers. They've enlisted an English professor as well to look over our lab reports...which I think is pretty cool but still odd. He is the embodiment of a novelist...I'm not kidding. He's younger than Kellogg with the sharp pointed nose, slightly longer combed hair, the small reading glasses, the tweed jacket with the elbow patches, an awkward and never complimentary to his shirt tie, and those things that keep your socks up...and penny loafers. I can't remember his name for the life of me right now. He and Kellogg stand next to each other and comment about "celebrity rehab" which is the greatest overheard conversation in the world (I'll post it when I get his name and find my syllabus). This class is data entry into SPSS, which would go fast if 80% of the students did not respond to modems by getting doe-eyed and mumbling "com-pew-tar"? Needless to say I'm in charge of the data entry for our group since it was my internship for all of 2 semesters ago. The class period is 2 hours long, on a good day lecture takes 30 min and data entry and analyzing takes 15-20 and then go home and cook chicken parm til my next class at 4.
Medieval Misogyny speaks for itself, as if I wasn't aware people hated women during any era, in the words of XKCD "epoch failure". If its medieval I don't know why we are starting with the book of Genesis because I'm fairly sure that is was written before feudalism became an issue and more when all people who knew ol' JC were running from persecution. We could start there I guess since it's the base of the knowledge in the renaissance and an even more common subject of art (thats obvious) and literature (See convivio by dante). Women are evil, we are blamed for the fall of man and also blamed for having bodies men want. Yes, so far based on the punishments of God, we get "pangs at child birth" and men get to toil the earth to eat and try not to be distracted by us. Put blinders on, BAM half the problem gone.
I'm also looking for a real job. Being a senior I didn't get as many hours as I had hoped because they are trying to phase out the old workers to make way for the new ones that know what they are doing. Fine by me, but I need to pay my bills somehow. Coming back from Winter break I'm still operating on one paycheck and had to make chicken selects from McD's last all day. That was a low day, but whatever it happens. The books I got in exchange weren't so bad, I'm most excited about the APA manual...yes, more interested in the APA manual than "romance of the rose", I fail at this female thing. Also taken to working out 3 days out of the week, which is fun cuz I'm training for brown belt and enjoying the mats at coles. However, Will has decided that training should be done to an extreme and makes sure none of us can walk for a good while afterward.
I'm also playing kingdom hearts 2 final mix +
which is GREAT, its like OMG yay crack.
That's about it.
The webcomic has a blog now, I have no idea where my future will be, and Sora makes me happy.
cos you can’t go taking it back
there’s a time and a place for that
well don’t you wanna be relevant oh no ~ the cribs
It's two weeks into the semester and I will admit that my schedule is not the pain train I'm used to from Sophomore year. As thankful for that as I am, I feel unproductive and like I'm not doing enough. The photography class I'm taking is digital and filled with Stern finance students, and the teacher has never even been in a dark room. Happy though I am for the fact that I will not become a chemically mutated moleperson this semester, its sad to know that this is the way of the future and dark room time has been converted to photoshop lessons. I pray will will do more than learn how to make a very pretty myspace photo.
Drawing class is something I needed to take because I've never had a drawing class before I developed actual fine motor skills. I feel this can help with the creating of the comic (which actually counts towards the stuff in my sketchbook) and other things. The only qualm I have with drawing classes is that it doesn't really nurture the idea of creating, just recreating. I guess that's why me teacher is as placid as can be about whether or not we actually draw the things infront of us.
The psychopathology lab is interesting. It's taught by the teacher I had for abnormal psychology whom I dubbed the embodiment of psychological commentary. In this lab however, they hope to help the writing of the students into APA format and for concise and eloquent papers. They've enlisted an English professor as well to look over our lab reports...which I think is pretty cool but still odd. He is the embodiment of a novelist...I'm not kidding. He's younger than Kellogg with the sharp pointed nose, slightly longer combed hair, the small reading glasses, the tweed jacket with the elbow patches, an awkward and never complimentary to his shirt tie, and those things that keep your socks up...and penny loafers. I can't remember his name for the life of me right now. He and Kellogg stand next to each other and comment about "celebrity rehab" which is the greatest overheard conversation in the world (I'll post it when I get his name and find my syllabus). This class is data entry into SPSS, which would go fast if 80% of the students did not respond to modems by getting doe-eyed and mumbling "com-pew-tar"? Needless to say I'm in charge of the data entry for our group since it was my internship for all of 2 semesters ago. The class period is 2 hours long, on a good day lecture takes 30 min and data entry and analyzing takes 15-20 and then go home and cook chicken parm til my next class at 4.
Medieval Misogyny speaks for itself, as if I wasn't aware people hated women during any era, in the words of XKCD "epoch failure". If its medieval I don't know why we are starting with the book of Genesis because I'm fairly sure that is was written before feudalism became an issue and more when all people who knew ol' JC were running from persecution. We could start there I guess since it's the base of the knowledge in the renaissance and an even more common subject of art (thats obvious) and literature (See convivio by dante). Women are evil, we are blamed for the fall of man and also blamed for having bodies men want. Yes, so far based on the punishments of God, we get "pangs at child birth" and men get to toil the earth to eat and try not to be distracted by us. Put blinders on, BAM half the problem gone.
I'm also looking for a real job. Being a senior I didn't get as many hours as I had hoped because they are trying to phase out the old workers to make way for the new ones that know what they are doing. Fine by me, but I need to pay my bills somehow. Coming back from Winter break I'm still operating on one paycheck and had to make chicken selects from McD's last all day. That was a low day, but whatever it happens. The books I got in exchange weren't so bad, I'm most excited about the APA manual...yes, more interested in the APA manual than "romance of the rose", I fail at this female thing. Also taken to working out 3 days out of the week, which is fun cuz I'm training for brown belt and enjoying the mats at coles. However, Will has decided that training should be done to an extreme and makes sure none of us can walk for a good while afterward.
I'm also playing kingdom hearts 2 final mix +
which is GREAT, its like OMG yay crack.
That's about it.
The webcomic has a blog now, I have no idea where my future will be, and Sora makes me happy.
cos you can’t go taking it back
there’s a time and a place for that
well don’t you wanna be relevant oh no ~ the cribs
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
yesss bummery
APARTMENT GOTTEN!
just can't move in until sept 8th
until then, I'm a BUM!
:D, I'll be living with Frank most of the time, watching and playing with his kids
just can't move in until sept 8th
until then, I'm a BUM!
:D, I'll be living with Frank most of the time, watching and playing with his kids
Friday, June 1, 2007
odd dreams
This is pretty much going to be my dream journal.
I figure why not have a blog everywhere possible
5.28.07
today I had a dream I was in an anime where I had to try and stop this terrorist group from kidnapping this royal family's daughter. The prince threw a small dinner and gave me flowers for accepting the job and for my birthday. I found out that it was one of the people who worked for them and they had to meet on these train tracks that were really high above the ground, they also had gaps in between them where the tracks were invisible to ward off foes...it was still very hard to run in this dream because we tried to catch a train...so me and two other people ran down the train tracks to the table where the evil terrorists were meeting. The two people untied the daughter and I confronted the leader who threw a kitchen knife at me. So I jumped off the train tracks to dodge the knife and then ran into the forest to draw out his lackeys. We then fought in the forest with swords and I fought with the kitchen knife that I had dodged. Luckily I was able to stab one in the chest and slit the other's throat...The leader then came out with a hook sword and we had to fight. I was forced to dodge a lot (why I didn't pick up a sword from the fallen lackeys I don't know) and stab him in the stomach. He was still moving so I stabbed him in the back but everytime I looked at him from the front it was through his neck, so I removed the knife and reaimed and stabbed again...but it still looked wrong. He was dead, I spoke to their fallen spirits and made sure they would repent, then I collapsed and I saw the family reunite with the daughter...then I headed home..
At some point in the dream I found out that the family owned a chocolate shop and I said that I knew the family and demanded a box of chocolate...and I ate it :D mmm
5.15.07
Another dream from a while ago involved me being shot 4 days into the future to tell spiderman not to do something or else it would cause a horrible overlord to rule the world. I tried to tell myself it was a dream because the layout of manhattan was way too small and I don't believe that there is a planet hollywood in NY, which is the first place I was sent to. I got tired of trying to find spiderman so I sat down on a kiddie rollercoaster which had seats that were giant baked potatoes...I failed to find spiderman that time so I was shot 4 days into the future again and found Mary Jane and asked her to pass on a message for me...which I can't recall...So I walked away from her hoping it would work, then I found myself 4 more days into the future and cursing her...I found subway steps on a train...that shouldn't exist because the color was purple and a man tapped me on the shoulder to ask if I was ok, and it was who I needed. I woke up...
I figure why not have a blog everywhere possible
5.28.07
today I had a dream I was in an anime where I had to try and stop this terrorist group from kidnapping this royal family's daughter. The prince threw a small dinner and gave me flowers for accepting the job and for my birthday. I found out that it was one of the people who worked for them and they had to meet on these train tracks that were really high above the ground, they also had gaps in between them where the tracks were invisible to ward off foes...it was still very hard to run in this dream because we tried to catch a train...so me and two other people ran down the train tracks to the table where the evil terrorists were meeting. The two people untied the daughter and I confronted the leader who threw a kitchen knife at me. So I jumped off the train tracks to dodge the knife and then ran into the forest to draw out his lackeys. We then fought in the forest with swords and I fought with the kitchen knife that I had dodged. Luckily I was able to stab one in the chest and slit the other's throat...The leader then came out with a hook sword and we had to fight. I was forced to dodge a lot (why I didn't pick up a sword from the fallen lackeys I don't know) and stab him in the stomach. He was still moving so I stabbed him in the back but everytime I looked at him from the front it was through his neck, so I removed the knife and reaimed and stabbed again...but it still looked wrong. He was dead, I spoke to their fallen spirits and made sure they would repent, then I collapsed and I saw the family reunite with the daughter...then I headed home..
At some point in the dream I found out that the family owned a chocolate shop and I said that I knew the family and demanded a box of chocolate...and I ate it :D mmm
5.15.07
Another dream from a while ago involved me being shot 4 days into the future to tell spiderman not to do something or else it would cause a horrible overlord to rule the world. I tried to tell myself it was a dream because the layout of manhattan was way too small and I don't believe that there is a planet hollywood in NY, which is the first place I was sent to. I got tired of trying to find spiderman so I sat down on a kiddie rollercoaster which had seats that were giant baked potatoes...I failed to find spiderman that time so I was shot 4 days into the future again and found Mary Jane and asked her to pass on a message for me...which I can't recall...So I walked away from her hoping it would work, then I found myself 4 more days into the future and cursing her...I found subway steps on a train...that shouldn't exist because the color was purple and a man tapped me on the shoulder to ask if I was ok, and it was who I needed. I woke up...
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