Here is the underdrawing for the next character study. It's far from finished, but I think I nailed his attitude. This guy is an uptight snob, but one that all the other snobs dislike. He is an academic and a scholar, but fancies himself quite the sharpshooting duelist (hence the Outlaw Josey Wales pose).
"Dyin' ain't much of a livin', boy."
The setting is a...
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These two tracks are absolutely where my head is at right now. DJ Goldenchyld from Fingerbangerz crew, Bay Area, allright. Now I want to talk with this kid because he hears what I hear:
http://www.fingerbangerz.com/mp3s/earinfections_clip1.mp3
http://www.fingerbangerz.com/mp3s/earinfections_clip2.mp3
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I'm working on some drawings, character studies for an RPG, and I'll share them as they're finished. This is Rashan, a character belonging to...
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http://www.fingerbangerz.com/mp3s/earinfections_clip1.mp3
http://www.fingerbangerz.com/mp3s/earinfections_clip2.mp3
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I'm working on some drawings, character studies for an RPG, and I'll share them as they're finished. This is Rashan, a character belonging to...
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threejane:
Haha no fotos srybaibai. I feel strange enough airing dirty laundry anonymously, and I surely don't want to reveal secret identities.
2bit_sapiens:
that's fresh man...Rashan...i dig the corsage...
and...i have'nt listened to the tracks but am sure by the titles that they're the thing to be listenin' to right now..
...yeah...i tell everyone to lock up their moms...but no one listens...
and...i have'nt listened to the tracks but am sure by the titles that they're the thing to be listenin' to right now..
...yeah...i tell everyone to lock up their moms...but no one listens...
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endedben:
Thank you so much for that comment. It was so fucking true. And it blew my mind someone knew what I was feeling like that. What ARE you, a super hero?
r0nin47:
cklarock said"Worst blackout story. evar. pt 1: My buddy comes to lying in a construction site on the other side of town, no memory of the night before, only one shoe, blood all over his shirt, but no cuts.
Worst blackout story. evar. pt 2: My other drinking buddy comes to in some strange woman's bed, she is asking him how he wants his eggs from the other room, and her two kids are standing there staring at him.
He calls my friend, "Oh God, oh god. Come get me!"
My friend says, "Where are you?"
(sobbing) "I don't know."
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Congrats on your sobriety-- I assume you are sober, yeah?"
yea man, 3 years.
Worst blackout story. evar. pt 2: My other drinking buddy comes to in some strange woman's bed, she is asking him how he wants his eggs from the other room, and her two kids are standing there staring at him.
He calls my friend, "Oh God, oh god. Come get me!"
My friend says, "Where are you?"
(sobbing) "I don't know."
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Congrats on your sobriety-- I assume you are sober, yeah?"
yea man, 3 years.
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scylla:
I like the print on threejane's blog. The depth of field conveys a wonderful sense of distance.
scylla:
Also, beaucoup des mercis (is that even CORRECT?) for the chick tract. I am going to save it and hold on to it happily in the core of my heart. I think that it will be a priceless artifact of a facet of my personality at this point in time (winter 2004), and I have you to thank. Wonderful gift.
"We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us. The warrior's approach is to say "yes" to life: 'yea' to it all."
-- Joseph Campbell
"The Art of Peace is medicine for a sick world. There is evil and disorder in the world, because people have forgotten that all things emanate...
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-- Joseph Campbell
"The Art of Peace is medicine for a sick world. There is evil and disorder in the world, because people have forgotten that all things emanate...
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threejane:
I like the Campbell quote.
Hope you're enjoying the bay area weather. I miss it after twenty-four hours. Can't gripe about a white Christmas, though, I suppose
Hope you're enjoying the bay area weather. I miss it after twenty-four hours. Can't gripe about a white Christmas, though, I suppose
threejane:
Sounds like your holidays are full of love and good companionship. I will be sure to spit on a homeless person for you in your absence. 
Well, I usually like to kick them first, but that's probably just because I was raised in a red state. 
A kiss this morning that was unexpected; there was no accounting for it, an intersection of vectors nestled within an unregarded routine . . . I'd squirrled up my courage to open a two year old box that proved to be empty, and now lost and nearly forgotten there she is behind me, in my space, playful. I turn and am kissed, on the mouth...
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2bit_sapiens:
i like it...a lot...
beautiful and sad...
i like your comment to mine...yes, could it be we are so taken w/others' effects on our reality...their turning of it...there must be more...the aesthetics just that...the sensory wetness of that kiss...the lingering memory...there must be more....tell me there is!
beautiful and sad...
i like your comment to mine...yes, could it be we are so taken w/others' effects on our reality...their turning of it...there must be more...the aesthetics just that...the sensory wetness of that kiss...the lingering memory...there must be more....tell me there is!
threejane:
I guess I think of it as planting seeds. I don't try and predict how my choices will come back to bite me in the ass (for good or bad). I just take comfort in knowing that some of them will, and that takes a lot of the sting out of the minor valleys in my immediate happiness.
I met an amazing German girl a few months ago. She was just here for a semester abroad, then off to France. And she had a boyfriend back home. She expressed that she liked me, and we certainly made a romantic connection the few times we went out. But she didn't want to leave her boyfriend, and I didn't want to go intercontinental, so it didn't work. Her boyfriend came stateside to visit, and stayed longer than planned, and he basically vetoed our seeing each other. (We never did anything inappropriate, but there was some attachment that was probably out-of-bounds).
Anyway, so I haven't seen her since he came, and I've only talked to her a couple times. It's a little sad, but not really. I did what I could, we found excellence, and I figure there's a one in a hundred chance that in some future our paths will cross under more favorable circumstances. If not, oh well. It was worth it anyway. But the longview keeps me steady, I guess. It keeps me from freaking out about my current situation, and lets me laugh at it instead.
I met an amazing German girl a few months ago. She was just here for a semester abroad, then off to France. And she had a boyfriend back home. She expressed that she liked me, and we certainly made a romantic connection the few times we went out. But she didn't want to leave her boyfriend, and I didn't want to go intercontinental, so it didn't work. Her boyfriend came stateside to visit, and stayed longer than planned, and he basically vetoed our seeing each other. (We never did anything inappropriate, but there was some attachment that was probably out-of-bounds).
Anyway, so I haven't seen her since he came, and I've only talked to her a couple times. It's a little sad, but not really. I did what I could, we found excellence, and I figure there's a one in a hundred chance that in some future our paths will cross under more favorable circumstances. If not, oh well. It was worth it anyway. But the longview keeps me steady, I guess. It keeps me from freaking out about my current situation, and lets me laugh at it instead.
Three years ago at Thanksgiving, someone took the most awesome shit I have ever seen in the men's bathroom at my office. And I mean awesome in its literal sense. This freakish dooky inspired awe.
We were a small shop then, only about twenty people, and we took up the entire fourth floor of a building. Of those twenty employees, only five of us were...
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We were a small shop then, only about twenty people, and we took up the entire fourth floor of a building. Of those twenty employees, only five of us were...
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2bit_sapiens:
what are you up to for NY's?
2bit_sapiens:
Two words: The Lovemakers
At Du Nord...check it out...tix might still be available...dunno...
At Du Nord...check it out...tix might still be available...dunno...
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2bit_sapiens:
dawson, if you're nasty.
and you are nas teee...
and you are nas teee...
durbustweeb:
Awesome use of photoshop, dude.
Pissy mood. See journal.
Pissy mood. See journal.
Sunday I went to a birthday party for Puddin'. Emily Rose Lawing-- she's one year old. Saturday, her big sister (Helene, 4) and I went and picked toys out for her, and Sunday her big sister opened all her presents. What a helpful gal, huh? There weren't too many kids present since the 1 year party is really for the parentswe had the girls, their...
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chris_sick:
friends with kids are both weird and great. one of my oldest, closest friends has a young'un who is fantastic. he headbutts his dad all the time- much to both of our(the boy n' me, not his pops) amusement. and he's amazingly intutive with telling people to shut up when they are being annoying. i think last year i got him a really cool hardcover children's book and neglected to pick up anything for his dad. sadly, i never get invited to birthday partiest cos the little man's mom doesn't care much for me.
as for the magazine, a friend's fiance is setting it up and i agreed to pool talent with her since i'm starting my website and she's starting a magazine, so i agreed to write her something. knowing the crew she's put together pretty well, i'm sure she'll have a couple of necrophilia stories in there. i think i'm piecing something together about rape and murder and private school.
as for the magazine, a friend's fiance is setting it up and i agreed to pool talent with her since i'm starting my website and she's starting a magazine, so i agreed to write her something. knowing the crew she's put together pretty well, i'm sure she'll have a couple of necrophilia stories in there. i think i'm piecing something together about rape and murder and private school.
xixax:
I didn't go to a doctor. There isn't anything they could do for me (unless I had a bad allergic reaction). I just waited it out. I was loopy and a little dizzy for 2 days. Not too bad and very entertaining for my friends
From CNN
A Florida scientist has developed a "brain" in a glass dish that is capable of flying a virtual fighter plane and could enhance medical understanding of neural disorders such as epilepsy.
The "living computer" was grown from 25,000 neurons extracted from a rat's brain and arranged over a grid of 60 electrodes in a Petri dish.
The brain cells then started to reconnect...
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A Florida scientist has developed a "brain" in a glass dish that is capable of flying a virtual fighter plane and could enhance medical understanding of neural disorders such as epilepsy.
The "living computer" was grown from 25,000 neurons extracted from a rat's brain and arranged over a grid of 60 electrodes in a Petri dish.
The brain cells then started to reconnect...
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sophie:
mmmm! air kiss-kiss back at you my darling boy!
flux:
Bwahahaha!
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durbustweeb:
Glad you found those techniques helpful. They sure make it easier to do good work.
You did a nice job on the ones you posted, btw.
You did a nice job on the ones you posted, btw.
durbustweeb:
Ok, you asked, I put up two cartoons I did. The cat one looks all cute at first. It's probably the oldest decent cartoon I have, done about 1988 or so. The other one is just cool.
Yesterday morning, I was on the way up the hill to visit Chris and Angie, and I saw Silkie sitting at the bus stop, on her way to work. She had wet hair, and looked very winsome and sad. This is the first time Id laid eyes on her in a couple of months, but I can still read her energy and body language like...
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scylla:
I think that the primary way to overcome the obstacle to resistance to a drug-based analysis would be... to include the drug of choice along with the paper. The paper should then, in exacting detail, highlight the effects of the drug, before beginning to the parallels. Ideally, the reader would be quite gone/faced by the second chapter.
perrrfect.
perrrfect.
chris_sick:
i was in a pub in london- by way of crashing into a converstaion you're having with someone else- and i met this guy, totally drunk off his ass, talking about taking me to meet pete. pete townsend. of the who. who lived about a half-mile from the pub i was staying in on that trip.
we never got to meet pete, but we hung out and turns out the guy was the cinemiatographer on Blade Runner and his son is friends with Aaron Cometbus, played back up from Green Day and is part of the Gilman St. Project.
it's been almost two years since i met that guy. i still can't watch Blade Runner without feeling bad, cos when i walked him back to his flat he had no furniture, just hundreds of women's shoes, hundreds of empty wine bottles and ashtrays everywhere overflowing with cigarettes. i was twenty-two and he was forty something and i had to put him to bed cos he was just wasted, he was almost crying telling me about his son. so now that movie makes me sad.
i'd rather be a samuri than a ninja. all the cool kids want to be ninjas, but all the really cool people wanna be samuri. ideally- despite the attendent dishonor- i'd rather be a ronin, i already have the dishoner, mind as well try and get through the world with the skills of a samuri trying to regain my honor in some confusingly lost and heroic fashion, yes?
maybe.
i have badhead. meaning i can't always trust my perception of reality, anyway. i don't mean to say that i distrust what people tell me or shit like that, i mean i really can't trust my perception of reality, like something i see things that aren't exactly, well... there. so if i can't trust my perception of the world, and i can't trust my instincts(all the time, most of the time i can), and i can't believe what people tell me, because people are mostly liars and pimps and whores... where does that leave one? hence my current belief that the only things i trust and belive in are the things no more than five feet away from me that i can touch and hold and grip up on. it makes it hard to believe in love. i can't jump on top of love and smell it, taste it. i can't fistfight friendship or smack around trust. i can't put sympathy between my teeth and crunch on it for a while. i can't snort empathy. so i distrust these things. and i need to get back to real writing otherwise everyone on this site is going to get pages of journal posts like this from me.
and no one wants that, do they?
we never got to meet pete, but we hung out and turns out the guy was the cinemiatographer on Blade Runner and his son is friends with Aaron Cometbus, played back up from Green Day and is part of the Gilman St. Project.
it's been almost two years since i met that guy. i still can't watch Blade Runner without feeling bad, cos when i walked him back to his flat he had no furniture, just hundreds of women's shoes, hundreds of empty wine bottles and ashtrays everywhere overflowing with cigarettes. i was twenty-two and he was forty something and i had to put him to bed cos he was just wasted, he was almost crying telling me about his son. so now that movie makes me sad.
i'd rather be a samuri than a ninja. all the cool kids want to be ninjas, but all the really cool people wanna be samuri. ideally- despite the attendent dishonor- i'd rather be a ronin, i already have the dishoner, mind as well try and get through the world with the skills of a samuri trying to regain my honor in some confusingly lost and heroic fashion, yes?
maybe.
i have badhead. meaning i can't always trust my perception of reality, anyway. i don't mean to say that i distrust what people tell me or shit like that, i mean i really can't trust my perception of reality, like something i see things that aren't exactly, well... there. so if i can't trust my perception of the world, and i can't trust my instincts(all the time, most of the time i can), and i can't believe what people tell me, because people are mostly liars and pimps and whores... where does that leave one? hence my current belief that the only things i trust and belive in are the things no more than five feet away from me that i can touch and hold and grip up on. it makes it hard to believe in love. i can't jump on top of love and smell it, taste it. i can't fistfight friendship or smack around trust. i can't put sympathy between my teeth and crunch on it for a while. i can't snort empathy. so i distrust these things. and i need to get back to real writing otherwise everyone on this site is going to get pages of journal posts like this from me.
and no one wants that, do they?