throw some more quick drawings up here, eat some mozzarella and baguette, and then it's off to usher in the new years!

Let us reflect on the past year for a moment first.

2008, you were a strange year for me.

Lots changed.

And I feel like a different person now.

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Hopefully it was all for the best!

Here's to 2009 being even stranger and even more catalytic!!

Godspeed!

finally getting better from whatever it is I had.

the flu probably.

Just slept and ached for the past week, got nothing done.

Oh well.

back on schedule now!

Christmas was nice, I have lots of hats now, and a beautiful paul pope silkscreen!

<|:D

Damn, well I'm getting sick too.

Best time to do it I guess!

Eh, so I was contacted by a forum member on one of the sites I post at about doing some illustrations for them two weeks ago.

Alot of illustrations for them actually.

Forty full color illustrations all previously thought out and all complex with reoccurring characters and consistent landscapes.

This was in the middle of finals time so I felt that I had to delay negotiations until I actually had some time on my hands.

They seemed okay with this, but when I went to contact them yesterday they directed me towards a webpage where the project was already underway.

Even more sobering was the fact that the new artist was fantastic, and had done a staggering amount of work in what must have been about a week.

In a situation like this my hands were tied, but all the same I hope this kind of thing doesn't happen too often...




edit: give me stuff to browse! update those blogs people!

mah kittehs ahre khute!

:3

Sooo...

last night as I was heading back to brooklyn, headphones deep in ear and completely oblivious to my surroundings, I see an advertisement that has been scrawled over to the point that it resembles an image forum.

This is the G train I'm waiting for now so I have plenty of time, and the bright idea of adding to this group project hits me.

I squat down in front of it and add an alien head next to a portrait of a hipster. I'm drawing for about five minutes when a flash of light goes off behind me.

Curious as to why someone would be taking pictures I turn around and look across the platform.

On the other side is a young guy with a camera. He looks bemused. He nods with his head to the side and I look to his left.

Standing there irately are two policemen.

Realizing I can't hear what they are saying because of the headphones in my ears I uncork my head.

Still from across the platform they proceed to go off on me about how I'm defacing subway property, they can't believe I would so blatantly ignore them, etc etc.

For some reason I find this very amusing, mostly because it really was just outright stupid of me to not look around first.

I apologize and accept responsibility for what I've done.

A guy next to me, young, probably went to pratt, tells me to zip it and not make matters worse for myself.

One of the policemen trots up the stairs to either arrest me or give me a summons. The other continues to tell me how I'm not very bright, how the fine is hundreds of dollars, and then proceeds to go up the stairs as well.

For awhile I stand there awaiting the inevitable descent of the law, but then I realize that it should only take them a minute to cross over and it's already been about five.

After another five minutes it dawns on me that something of actual importance must of happened upstairs, and when I listen I can hear muffled loud conversation.

Then the train arrived.

And so a lesson was learned, but at zero cost.

hurrah!

well, I've been happily killing myself working recently, but now that I'm done with the happy part I have to move onto the unhappy part.

building a flash website.

nngh.

But all my stuff that actually matters for survey is looking pretty decent, and I should be all but ready as soon as I can leave work.

I'll resize them and post at some later blog.

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Goddamn I love drawing but I get so frustrated at my inability to assimilate the skill of all the crazily talented people around me.

cannibalism perhaps.

eh.

it's hard to keep track of all the variables.

Blargh, image dump.

been working on more than this, but it was what was on my desktop.

only a week until break, and then a semester till graduation.

Really want some technical classes...

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eh, and as usual I delete the majority of a post before submitting it.

past tired, but i'm going to force myself to sleep.

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I always have crappy blog posts during finals.

pics are a w.i.p. and "harry; a retrospective"

The belief that you are the center of the world (for better or worse) is an undeniably powerful survival tool, after all how would one cope with the fact that their minor problems or accomplishments are utterly trivial in almost every sense?

Still, a global enforced perspective, (hell even a city wide perspective) maybe only once a week or so, would be something that if I could put into effect I would do so while laughing.

Just imagine!

All the things you (and everyone else) wanted to complain or boast about, suddenly and completely put in line with all the other tribulations and triumphs of humanity!

Fantastically sobering.

Might be a nice icebreaker too.

I have theories on how to control the world's population as well as the correct way to judge yourself and others (and why!), but I'm far too tired to write them convincingly right now.

I will just say that thanksgiving is my least favorite holiday, although I do still enjoy it, and I enjoyed "Synecdoche, New York" more than I should have, although I was in a confused mood by the end.

Also I realize that I view my two kittens the same way as I would view most people.

Don't know if that means I view them as human or if I view most people as kittens.

HM.

And now for a convoluted double page spread and a tired, but cute, robot.

damn, I'm pretty sure I had something I wanted to write about a half an hour ago, but I lost it somewhere.

Um.

Well, guess I have to say something.

My cats stare me down ALL THE TIME.

It's not a mean stare, and it's not really loving either.

It's the look a person would give you if they know that you've done something wrong, but just don't have the energy to tell you, and in any case it doesn't effect them.

hm.

Maybe they want me to give them a bath.

oh.

Also minor annoyance of the day.

Listening to "The Castle" as an audiobook, and each section starts with "Thiiiis is AAUuuudible Kiiiiids!!!"

no. NO. I refuse to believe that Kafka's "The Castle" is now counted as a children's book.

:c

I'm going to simplify my prose now.

I went out tonight for the first time in months. It was fun, I talked with strangers and danced with friends, but after awhile I became too aware of how much of a tease the whole place was.

There was too much promise for it to ever deliver, and after going out repeatedly over the summer I had a good sense that this place would be no different.

The previous day had been interesting but draining, reminding me again why I shut myself away and just draw constantly.

Still, if I don't sleep enough tonight I can still get enough work done for tomorrow.

I can't wait until I'm twenty six. Twenty eight maybe.

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Also I don't like the following pictures as much as I hopefully will, but bear with them for now.

gah.

It is much, much harder to remember my dreams upon waking up than I had previously thought.

the really annoying thing is that I remember them in a flash just upon starting to shower, only to completely forget most of them by the end of the same shower.

Still, I have to sleep a few hours a night anyways, so I might as well keep trying.

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My business and freelancing teacher made an interesting observation about me while we were working out various weaknesses people in the class had during negotiations (as well as during normal discussion).

Whereas most people became shy, fidgety, or stalled for time during moments where they felt uneasy or the balance of power was shifted, as is the case in most interviews, I displayed a few very different traits.

I was told that I became "naked".

As in, without any kind of filter, I simply said what I was thinking, pushing forwards regardless of whether or not it hurt or helped me.

Ontop of this I was also told that I downplayed my accomplishments and work whenever I could, undercutting what could otherwise be a strong stance even before the other person would have a chance to scrutinize them.

The teacher said that while this could be "endearing" the effect of both of those two traits failed to inspire confidence in whatever it was I was selling at that moment, which in most cases would be both my artwork as well as myself.


My teacher saying these things was not a revelation, I've thought about these traits before and tried to control them, half heartedly and unsuccessfully.

But the fact that another person not only noticed them, but pointed them out as well, was very interesting to me.

Why do I feel so embarrassed when I'm praised, or when I feel that someone might be jealous of me?

Why do I feel the need to tell people everything, regardless of whether or not it hurts or helps their opinion of me?

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and how would people perceive me if i just changed those two things?

wow.

exhausted, and it's only 11:00.

Did some good work today, but still have another three or so hours before I should be going to sleep.

This post is almost purely procrastination.

Still, I have a bunch of work I've got to do.

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Maybe I'll go get an ice cream bar.

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yes.

that is a good idea.

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ANYWAYS.

um...

I think I'm going to start writing a short story featuring a character from my dreams and posting it here.

I guess I'll do it in increments.

Hopefully I'll write it as soon as I wake up, featuring whatever dream fragments are still floating in my head.

This is mainly going to be a way for me to remember my dreams instead of losing them in the shower every day.

mm. robot universe inner cranial telekinetic exploration drama.

A much better idea~

doing a post in the afternoon rather than 3:00 in the morning!

Also, thaanks for the music tips. I'll be checking them out today.

As for "Fami" I figured I could go into a massive post stating what it is, how it works, and why it'll make me a millionaire...

But then I figured you'd all be bored to tears by a post like that, so I'll just do small updates on it as I move along.

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So anyways, attached to this post are some heads I'm doing for work/internship, along with a "hero" class squirrel. (also for work/internship)

You know, a main character of sorts.

This job is awesome so far. They do guide me in directions that wouldn't be my first choice, but then again the work I've turned out so far has been pleasantly surprising, so maybe my first choice was a sucky choice anyways.

Hopefully I'll keep being able to balance school and internship art, but I figure my teachers will be fairly understanding as long as I have stuff to show them.

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Also, had to get my kitties spayed yesterday. They were miserable, and drugged up, and had to wear little collars around their necks.

;_;

They're more up to steam today, but they still have little nude undersides that hopefully aren't embarrassing them too much...

I was worried they'd hate me afterwards, but it seems they've chosen to forgive.

Probably not forget tho'.

Something has been bothering me for awhile now.

It's a problem I haven't had to deal with in years, and even then it was dealt with by my friends and my family.

Sporadically the problem has risen briefly, but I was always able to contain it with a few seconds of help from anyone who happened to be nearby.

But now I can ignore it no longer.

Something has to be done.

yes, my music library is utterly boring to me and virtually all of it has to be replaced.

The biggest problem is that since I only have a few thousand songs I've listened to all of them an absurd amount of times, and they've all come to take on connotations of somebody I no longer am, ontop of the fact that they are no longer exciting or ever surprising.

And yes, I'm still not someone who listens to alot of music, and no, I don't have a favorite band or anything like that.

But all the same I do like to have something to listen to while walking around or as some background noise for a fight scene in my head or something.

So yes.

I guess I'm asking for recommendations.

or something.

maybe.

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Also!

I've come up with an idea for a toy of sorts that will net me millions.

I've attached a crude schematic to this blog post. Perhaps an I.D. student will build me a model of it, but he has to see how much work he has.

Also attached is the beginnings of a new large picture. It is traced from a collage of some pictures I took.

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Also a happy cyclops.

tired.

rat= tank (eat cheese for strong bones.)

squirrel= berserker (NUTS!)

pigeon= bomber (millions of years of evolution)

mouse= speedster (andele andele!)

roach= healer (all the better to survive with my dear)

zombots= cyborg zombies (motherbooooarrdss...)

bed now.