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Nov. 10th, 2007 @ 10:51 am
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I have a ticket for a Silverchair concert in Houston at the Meridian on Nov 28. I can't go, tragically, because our final critique for 3D Design is that evening.
Sad. :(
So, anyone want it? I'll give it to you for $20...
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Jul. 16th, 2007 @ 12:05 pm
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I haven't posted in here in forever. ._.
Quick update, then: I broke up with Jordan forever, am now with Stevan (the guy I briefly sorta dated last December), he is teh_wonderful. I went to Mexico for vacation, came back, am cooking every day and exercising and being all healthy. It feels great. Got a few art projects in mind, have already registered for classes, am finally moving out and away from Stephanie, and oh Stevan and I did this panel after the screening of The Final New Deal Solution:
Current Mood:  content Current Music: The Postal Service - Such Great Heights |
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May. 4th, 2007 @ 10:00 am
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GUYS REMEMBER THAT OTHER THING I MADE
I (with my Serbian friend) MADE ANOTHER THING AND IT'S ALMOST 8 MINUTES
it took more work than anything ever ever and oh man if I ever had to do movie editing for a living I would rather not have a living at all |
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Mar. 5th, 2007 @ 09:19 am
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hey hey you guys hey
I made this
hey look at it |
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Sale!
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Feb. 1st, 2007 @ 05:49 pm
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First, a bit of bad news: I'm gonna stop doing Undone for good now. I just don't enjoy it anymore.
Now the good news. If anyone's interested, I'm putting up a few of my original pages on sale. Please see here:
http://undone-comic.com/
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The semester is almost over. My goal over the summer: to make the comic weekly again instead of bi-weekly, and actually deliver on the promise of one colored page a month.
Apr. 28th, 2006 @ 12:53 pm
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Copied from neemarita. GUESS THE SONG OMG HAPPY FUN TIME!!
1. "Ignorance spreads lies, how much will money buy?"
2. "Money, so they say, is the root of all evil today"
3. "I'm all I wanna be: a modern study in demonology"
4. "I was five and he was six, we rode on horses made of sticks"
5. "I need something good to die for to make it beautiful to live"
6. "I don't wanna be controlled, it's all I want"
7. "No one to play soldier now, no one to pretend"
8. "And from holding you down with me here... I can almost hear your screams"
9. "Sit around and watch the tube, but nothing's on"
10. "You make the sound of laughter, and sharpened nails seem softer"
11. "You left me so much fucking time to hate you"
12. "Nobody ever loved me like she does, she does, yes she does"
13. "I'm called a cow, I'm not about to blow it now for all the cows"
14. "If you ever need anything please don't hesitate to ask someone else first"
15. "What's with these homies dissing my girl? Why do they got to front?"
16. "I know you well, you are a part of me. I know you better than I know myself"
17. "What am I, darling? A whisper in your ear, a piece of your cake?"
18. "And I said no no, no no no no, I said no no, you're not the one for me"
19. "I never thought you'd be a junkie because heroin is so passé"
20. "And then you disappeared, your gambling of years the only thing you left behind"
21. "But I've run out of patience, I've run out of comments, I'm tired of the violence, I couldn't care less"
22. "Come on with the rain, I've a smile on my face!"
23. "And I'm floating high but I'm always down, skip or trip to face the space or fake in this"
24. "Aaaaaah... I tell you I want you, aaaaaah... I tell you I need you"
25. "You're what happens when two substances collide, and by all accounts you really should've died"
Winamp made a lot of really obscure choices but I ignored them in an effort to make this somewhat easier. GUESS STUFF AND WIN PRIZE CONGRATURATION!! Do not use Google. That is cheating.
Jan. 7th, 2006 @ 04:25 pm
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He was a wonderful man, with the heart of a child and great wisdom, and messages of peace and love to bring to the world. He ran himself into the ground, forcing himself to keep going until his body gave up on him. He wanted there to be peace between religions and said that killing in the name of God was an insult to His name.
He forgave and blessed the man who tried to kill him.
When doves fluttered around him and a little kid he was talking to, he laughed and waved them away playfully.
Godspeed, John Paul II.
Apr. 2nd, 2005 @ 04:16 pm
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...for random awful/wonderful people at Something Awful.
It started with a thread named "Avatars for everybody! Drawn, not bought, you asshole.", started by an artist that is widely loved and respected in the SA forums. In the thread, people without avatars or with avatars they don't like anymore go and request a new one drawn by said artist. After three or four he got tired of making them, so a few other much less renowned artists, such as me, took over the requests. Each avatar takes me about 10-15 minutes so it started off as a way to kill time. So far I've made all of these:
                       
whoo
Feb. 6th, 2005 @ 12:19 pm
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Just an announcement to any who could be interested:
My comic, Undone, IS still up and IS still being updated. A new page every Friday. One shiny, new and colorful page tomorrow. So READ IT. And post in the forums. Please? I like when people post in the forums. n__n
Jan. 13th, 2005 @ 03:37 pm
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...And then the skinny dwarves stood on their heads and did an Irish jig to celebrate the newcoming Year of the Mushroom. Solely represented by mosquitoes, Infestation sat in a corner and sighed. "Why must everyone hate me?", Infestation asked. It took a comma and blew its nonexistant nose, devastated by the path its metaphorical life had taken. And so, while the dwarves bounced upon their heads, merrily giving themselves numerous concussions, Infestation decided to end it all.
"FAREWELL, TOASTED MARSHMALLOWS!", Infestation cried, and then spontaneously sliced itself out of existance.
Faced with an infestation-free world, mushrooms all over the world despaired. Like this: D:
The dwarves, oblivious to all of his, continued splitting their heads open. But when the Year of the Mushroom was scheduled to come, its representative arrived instead, wringing its hands and looking rather mortified. "I'm most terribly sorry," it said in an apologetic British accent, "but the Year of the Mushroom is indisposed." The few dwarves that remained alive and conscious - those who had had the foresight to wear helmets - said in a perfectly harmonized chorus, "OH NOES!"
Cyrus: Lety, what's wrong with you?!
Me: NOTHING IS WRONG WITH ME YOU FLOATING JACKALOPE
Me: HOW DARE YOU
Me: Now let me finish my story.
Me: I simply must give it a suitable ending.
Cyrus: Alright wacko.
The dwarves went on a frothing frenzy. There were to be no mushroom cakes, no spicy mushroom quesadillas, no special mushroom brownies! This rather upset them.
The nervous British representative of the Year of the Mushroom was close to panic. The dwarves were slobbering and foaming all over the place. What was a soluble non-entity to do? He knocked over the little fat man that was gleefully playing the Austrian clavicord as background music to the Dwarf Revolution, and held the stout little stool over his head, knees trembling. "Don't come any closer," he stammered, eyes wide as UFO landing sites, "or I'll smother you with this stool!"
(children gasp)
("What happened then?", they ask eagerly.)
Well, little Billy-Bob, then the dwarves all stopped what they were doing, except for the foaming, and turned to stare madly at the British representative of the Year of the Mushroom. They regarded him intelligently, measuring him, sizing him up. They looked up at the stool, then down at the trembling Englishnon-entity.
There was a squeal, a crash, a discordant clavicord chord, and someone screamed "BOLLOCKS!" The dwarves had rushed the representative of the Year of the Mushroom! With gushing saliva, they had latched onto his legs and were already dissolving, thread by thread, the representative's purple designer slacks.
Just then, the sound of echoing hoofbeats filled the savannah air, drowning out the screams of agony and insanity. Everything stopped. All eyes turned eastward.
And WHO do you think it was, children???
HMM? O___o
Cyrus: Jesus Christ!
Me: NO
Me: YOU FOOL
Cyrus: ...
Me: HE DIDN'T RIDE HORSES, HE FLEW
Cyrus: oh ok. then Paul Revere!
Me: Close, but no.
It was PLAGUE!!!
(children gasp again)
Ah yes, my children. The dwarves gasped as well. For who can refrain from gasping upon seeing such a foul anthropomorphization?
Plague looked down his nose at the sorry gathering of frail bodies. He sniffed in disgust, and his horse whinnied. "Well you're a funny-looking lot," he said. "What are you doing?"
"We're eating the representative of the Year of the Mushroom, sir," said one of the dwarves. He was immediately covered with pus-filled boils and collapsed in a blackened heap of putrid flesh. "You will call me Your Incredible, Amazing, Glorified and Exalted Piece of Mind, not 'sir'. You silly little fishbrains."
Cyrus: I just want you to know Lety, that I think you are insane, and this story makes no sense. And the fact that you are simulating children is scary.
"We're most dreadfully sorry, Your Incredible, Amazing, Glorified and Exalted Piece of Pie!" squeaked one of the dwarves, of which only seven remained. He contracted leprosy and died on the spot. "Don't mention it," Plague said lazily. Plague then spotted the legless Englishnon-entity, and raised a braided eyebrow. "So you're eating this perfectly respectable social worker, are you?" The dwarves started shamefully shuffling away. "Well... he said the Year of the Mushroom couldn't come, Your Incredible, Amazing, Glorified and Exalted Piece of .. Mind," said one of the six remaining dwarves sullenly. "We... we had to."
"Is that so?" asked Plague, visibly surprised. "I was simply the unfortunate bearer of bad news, Your Incredible, Amazing, Glorified and Exalted Piece of Mind!" yelled the half-dissolved representative of the Year of the Mushroom. "I merely came to announce that there could be none, and the dwarves began salivating all over me!" He was close to tears. It was heart-wrenching.
BUT PLAGUE HAD NO HEART.
Cyrus: *gasp*
"You minimize my movement anyway," Plague sang. He waved a finger, and two of the dwarves contracted cholera, one influenza, one anorexia, one ebola, and another had the most terrible case of chicken pox anyone had ever seen. "There shall BE a Year of the Mushroom! I shall see to it!"
With that, Plague rode off into the distance, cackling madly. As he celebrated, all alone, one of the Englishnon-entity's stumplegs touched the corpse of the leper dwarf. The rest of his leg fell off, as did the rest of him, eventually. His heroic death is now conmemorated every seventh of May.
And that, my juicy children, is the story of how the seventh of May came to be. Before that day, the sixth skipped directly to the eighth. The calendar was a mess, let me tell you.
Nov. 29th, 2004 @ 02:13 am
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Me: You know, I don't like the way the world is going.
Cyrus: I do. But that's because it's becoming less god-centered. Thus, I like it.
Me: No, not only that. It's forgetting about itself. At least in America.
Cyrus: How so?
Me: People are becoming more selfish and artificial. They're forgetting about the world, and focusing more on what they're making on it.
Cyrus: Americans have never thought about the "world". We think of America, and that's it.
Me: Native Americans were one with it.
Cyrus: Bah. And that's why we killed them. And then gave the rest some scraps of land.
Me: Hippies were fun. All happy and stupid and having sex everywhere with everyone with flowers in their hair.
Cyrus: Yep. Well, it's pretty hard to think about the world here.
Me: I suppose, since there's not much left of it.
Cyrus: When you are raised here, you are taught USA is #1, thus, we have no one else to look up to. Thus, we become selfish. We don't think about the rest of the world.
Me: Dude, no one looks up to America. Everyone hates America.
Cyrus: Yes, more so than ever. And we can thank a certain Monkey for that.
Me: Yeah, pretty much. Though it's been that way for about as long as I can remember.
Cyrus: That still doesn't change the fact that we do have the mightiest military and whatnot.
Me: Yeah, yeah. But my point is people are going further and further away from wisdom, and focusing more and more on guile.
Cyrus: Well yeah, I suppose.
Me: I mean, no one appreciates sunsets anymore.
Cyrus: ... that's pointless. It's a freaking sunset.
Me: No one cares why birds congregate at 7 PM.
Cyrus: No...
Me: That's my point.
Cyrus: there's no point.
Me: You're the example. No sunset is the same, ever. It's like zebras.
Cyrus: It's bright, and it happens every evening. That's constant enough for me.
Me: I bet if there were zebras around here, no one would appreciate them either.
Cyrus: No, we wouldn't. Look, I don't see the point in taking the time to admire it. It gives me nothing.
Me: The sunset that happened today will never happen again, and there will never be another one like it.
Cyrus: So? It doesn't benefit or harm me. It's pointless.
Me: No one appreciates natural beauty anymore. They only appreciate silicone and makeup.
Cyrus: I for one despise makeup.
Me: Art is becoming more and more an irrelevant thing.
Cyrus: Well just look at modern living. (I mean cutting edge modern) Everything is so boxy, so cold. I love it.
Me: I know... I hate it. It's soulless. Lifeless. Anonymous.
Cyrus: But that's the way we are going. And I really love it.
Me: Which is why I said I hate the way the world is going. We're doomed to live in a boxy, gray world.
Cyrus: John really loves that stuff too.
Me: No, he's a designer. He appreciates sleek design. It's different.
Cyrus: well, then it's sleek.
Me: Nononono, you're missing my point. Soulless =/= sleek
Cyrus: No, I do get your point. I like where we are going for the most part. You don't. But you don't like the cold modern stuff.
Me: I want things to FEEL like something. You like artificial stuff.
Cyrus: Yep.
Me: To me, it just looks dead. It unnerves me to go outside and see this beautiful full moon framed by clouds, looking bright and veiled and silver and gold, and know that it's being completely wasted on the world.
Cyrus: Well, I don't like stuff with a lot of crap all over it.
Me: Crap? Never said I liked stuff with crap on it. I mean, I hate CPUs with stickers all over them. It's just stupid.
Cyrus: It's a freaking moon! A moon! A lifeless moon! That does NOTHING to us directly!
Me: YES IT DOES. IT CONTROLS TIDES
Cyrus: Yes yes yes, the waves and whatnot. But I mean ABSOLUTELY direct.
Me: AND... HORMONES AND STUFF
Cyrus: hormones?
Me: Well. Moods.
Cyrus: Well, I suppose.
Me: They affects moods, the stages of the moon.
Cyrus: I don't believe that, but I never really pay attention to it anyway. But it's a moon! What color it is or what stage it is in means nothing. To me, it's a waste of time to even think about it.
Me: 'Cause you're forgetting about the world around you. :(
Cyrus: Consciously. It does nothing to me.
Me: Yeah.
Cyrus: I'd rather be in front of this computer doing my thing rather than outside admiring the moon.
Me: That's 'cause of the whole selfish thing that I mentioned earlier. And because you're practical and cynical.
Cyrus: ...
Me: As we've concluded before.
Cyrus: I don't see a difference than sitting here and admiring the moon. Both are giving self pleasure. Just one is useful, the other is not. Well ok, one is POTENTIALLY useful, the other is not.
Me: Yeah it is. It makes you think.
Cyrus: I can think in front of this machine.
Me: I, for one, get a lot of good ideas out of that.
Cyrus: ah, yes, but you are creative. I am not.
Me: I know. But what I meant from the selfish thing was that if something doesn't affect you directly, you don't care. People are letting go of empathy. They're becoming more and more self-absorbed, thinking only of their own gains, not caring one bit about the world around them, becoming less human and more machine. You love it, because you're a SUCKROBOT, but I hate it, because I, for one, hold life in very high regard. Not just mine, but all life. It fascinates me. The world fascinates me. I find it complicated and beautiful.
Cyrus: I see. I see it as obstacles to be overcome.
Me: So you subscribe to the Johnny school of thought? That you're a slave to feelings and needs?
Cyrus: ... feelings? What are these feelings you speak of?
Me: *smirks*
Please do contribute. Tell me what you think about the whole thing.
Nov. 28th, 2004 @ 06:50 pm
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Tomorrow I leave, at 7 am, towards Weslaco, Texas.
On Friday, Travis picks me up from there and we go to San Antonio.
OMG
Wish me luck. :D
Ah, also... this journal is going friends-only for Reasons. That won't be a problem since everyone who reads this is in my friends list anyway.
<3 Bye!
Apr. 16th, 2003 @ 08:42 pm
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