Squares, Bears, Tears for Affairs

You know who I haven't heard in awhile? Camera Obscura. They are lovely (& perhaps you would like to hear more). Additionally, I heard this song driving home the other day, & it was also lovely.

There was a sad story thread on /lit/ & it was not good to click on. Partially for the arguing & the stupid, but mostly for the sad. I wanted to post a sad book suggestion, but oh my god they would laugh so hard. I don't really think I need to tread the sea of instantaneous derision that would begin to propagate from such an action.
Been doing some painting (slow), been doodling goofy cartoons (games, work, various ridiculous critters). Been reading a lot. Got an advance copy that was kind of light & goofy and polished it off in about a day and a half. Also finished Spook Country, but Gibson's books always seem to go by too fast ;_; & you only get to read something for the first time
once.

Did you know that things exist in the world?* Let's look at some things now.

This is for real.

So is this.

This is a reminder to watch this.

I said there would be bears, didn't I?

There's a picture I've been meaning to post for awhile, but I kind of feel like it needs its own post because oh my glob you guys it is lumping intense. More later? And: am I procrastinating actually writing things by just posting pictures? Why, yes and yes.

*Probably?

I lied about the squares, though.

EAT RECTANGLES, BITCHES.

Search for the circle to learn how not to become a circle.

Counting Crows was awesome! They played Murder of One, which I was really hoping for, and a lot of other great stuff. We drank many (many) a drink and meandered around the botanical garden, and I got a lot of comments on my boots, and a tipsy gentleman danced with us. Oh! And they had a hawk(?) there from the Birds of Prey center, so that was cool too.

Yesterday I had kind of a lazy day recovering (from pulling an all-nighter the previous night). I ended up watching all of Tatami Galaxy, which was tooooootally rad.



Seriously, it is free on Hulu; why are you still here?

Oh, you must need some chibi Carl Sagan before you go. Well, there I have you covered.

I might make his hair a little darker, but this was one of the projects I was working on for that all-nighter. The other project's still not done >_<
I should work some more but, while part of me wants to photoshop today, other, louder parts of me never want to photoshop ever again. Bluuuurg.

If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts

Well, here are some wallpapers (in different experimenty-text-design flavors). I would have done some more, but I lost my fonts so I'm subsisting on defaults until I go hunt some more down. More photoshoppery to come! I've almost finished zombie girl, among others.
TOMORROW I AM GOING TO A COUNTING CROWS SHOW. Their words contributed greatly to shaping the inner landscape of my teenage life, & many of their songs still strike a deep chord in me. SO FUCKING EXCITED.

***

Well, I dreamt I saw you walking

up a hillside in the snow,
casting shadows on the winter sky

as you stood there,

counting crows.
One for sorrow, two for joy,
three for girls and four for boys,
five for silver, six for gold,
seven for a secret

never to be told.

There's a bird that nests inside you,
sleeping underneath your skin --
when you open up your wings to speak,
I wish you'd let me in.

Respect my squid authority!

Here's all you need to know: Squid Girl is hilarious. The puns are squidiculous. It's just ink. You don't mess with "those giant yellow fish." Shit gets weird. Someone's been watching a lot of anime.

 

I never swimagined I'd be so terrified by the sound of soft, hopeful breathing coming from a shrimp costume. I guess life just surprises you like that.

Vous êtes perdus, si vous oubliez que les fruits sont à tous, et que la terre n'est à personne.

I've always struggled with finishing projects. Sometimes I feel as though everything I want to say has already been said by sharper tongues (and minds) than mine. How does one build on a history as rich with follies and triumphs as ours? Humanity produces vast oceans of content; we drown in them. Media slays her children. This poetry. I never know what I'm going to say.
 

 

Le premier qui, ayant enclos un terrain, s'avisa de dire: Ceci est à moi, et trouva des gens assez simples pour le croire, fut le vrai fondateur de la société civile. Que de crimes, de guerres, de meurtres, que de misères et d'horreurs n'eût point épargnés au genre humain celui qui, arrachant les pieux ou comblant le fossé, eût crié à ses semblables: Gardez-vous d'écouter cet imposteur; vous êtes perdus, si vous oubliez que les fruits sont à tous, et que la terre n'est à personne.

The first man who, having enclosed a piece of ground, bethought himself of saying This is mine, and found people simple enough to believe him, was the real founder of civil society. From how many crimes, wars, and murders, from how many horrors and misfortunes might not any one have saved mankind, by pulling up the stakes, or filling up the ditch, and crying to his fellows: Beware of listening to this impostor; you are undone if you once forget that the fruits of the earth belong to us all, and the earth itself to nobody.

Still we've sighted only sea till now
As we sail I sometimes wonder

how far to Asgaard?

Dreaming of car wrecks and thunderstorms bright

Well, I got a side project semi-finished, and  3-4 bigger projects most of the way there. This bear was originally holding a cake & looked a lot less horrified... probably because he was about to enjoy a delicious pastry instead of being menaced by giant eyeballs. What can I say? Sleep deprivation makes lunatics of us all.

It still needs some fiddling (text placement, shading [maybe?] & etc.), but one of the things I love about vectors is that even though they're time consuming/a general pain in the ass initially, now I have a bear 'base' that I can re-size/color & do whatever with. It takes awhile, but all the little detail bits will not only be good practice for vector work in general, they'll accumulate to help me build a library of useable images.

Also my brain has pretty much melted. Also, bears.

If you want to have cities, you've got to build roads.

Hmm? Ohhoho! Gleebold bayble grapes, you're just in time.

 
My words are falling apart a bit due to lack of sleep, but I'll try anyway: pulled an all-nighter as my laptop is fixed (HOORAY!) & I am able to glut myself on the sweet, vector-y meats of photoshop once more. Have also been trying my hand recently at a collection of horror poetry & some more experimental wordplay-poems that I'm not sure of yet -- mostly because the references are obscure & involve interpretations that make sense to my own roundabout head but not necessarily to anyone else's (it's a bad sign when your poem consists of in-jokes you have with yourself). Still, I'm pleased with my progress tonight, & should have an art post up soon. For the moment, however, perhaps you should ask yourself precisely what is this present hour the clock hath struck?

 It is that most joyous interval whence we embark upon heroic exploits!

"With many of my books I attempt to bridge the gap between the home and school. To me home represents, or should represent; warmth, security, toys, holding hands, being held. School is a strange and new place for a child. Will it be a happy place? There are new people, a teacher, classmates—will they be friendly? 

I believe the passage from home to school is the second biggest trauma of childhood; the first is, of course, being born. Indeed, in both cases we leave a place of warmth and protection for one that is unknown. The unknown often brings fear with it. In my books I try to counteract this fear, to replace it with a positive message. I believe that children are naturally creative and eager to learn."

Let's go to war
To make peace
Let's be cold
To create heat

Lonely I came, and I depart alone

"And all thy days this world shall hold the same:

No pleasure shalt thou lack that thou shalt name.

But as for tasks--" he smiled, and shook his head;

"Thou hadst thy task, and laidst it by," he said.

What fruit it bears

(bearsbearsbears)

Additionally, an assortment of other links for your consideration and perusal.

"The answer is always more art; the corollary to that is the answer is never less art.  If you start to think that less art is the answer, start over.  That’s not the side you want to be on.  The problem isn’t that people create or enjoy offensive work.  The problem is that so many people believe that culture is something other people create, the sole domain of some anonymized other, so they never put their hat in the ring.  That even with a computer in your pocket connected to an instantaneous global network, no-one can hear you.  When you believe that, really believe it, the devil dances in hell."

Bears.

A weary kind of day

Off to a slow start today... going to flood my brain with good music & try to kick things off that way. Also, coffee.
What have I been doing lately?
Slogging through words.
& procrastinating about my own.

Living just to keep going

Going just to be sane

All the while I know

It's such a shame

"Merricat," said Connie, "would you like a cup of tea?"

"Oh no," said Merricat, "you’ll poison me!"

"Merricat," said Connie, "would you like to go to sleep?

Down in the boneyard ten feet deep!"

Yesyesyesyesyes

Yes.

Post post

& then I went to punch zombies in their stupid zombie faces.

A dearth of words / Combing through old image folders

Various shinies from various places
this net is a web weaving wide open spaces

From G

give no fucks

take no orders

smash the prisons

and the borders