My love my love my love she keeps me warm

Well hello there, The Internet*! It looks like you're getting a second post in under a week! Clearly someone is finally getting her ass in gear for 2013.**

I snagged The Secret World while it was on sale & have been enjoying it so far, but I need to get my gent hooked as well -- really, what good is a world where you can be a katana-wielding Illuminati blood-o-mancer waging war upon the unholy spawn of eldritch Lovecraftian horrors without someone to share it with? I'm sure this is one of those essential questions every human must, at some point, ask themselves.
I spent a lot of time making and deleting a slew of characters (you only get three slots), but I ended up with two thus far: an Illuminati blood-magic user I still haven't played much, and a tiny Dragon chick with a blue pixie cut and a hammer, named Smashy, who is incredibly gratifying to play. I'll try to get some pictures, wot wot.

In other news, I'm still not done with Bakemonogatari yet -- but I'm really, really enjoying it. Harking back to my earlier post about paper-writing: I really want to deconstruct it, because (not to spoil too much) I feel like it really tackles a lot of psychological questions in a metaphorical sense by framing them as paranormal encounters. Maybe I'll take notes the next time around, when I force my gentleman anyone I can to watch it -- I would take that show apart with a spoon, because it is fucking delicious. I tried to find the ending theme to the episode I was watching tonight, but youtube could not deliver -- it's too bad, because the animation for it is amazing and also it made me want to cry like a little girl.

Would you like some mspaint doodles? Because I just happen to have some right here. Oh! Also I'm going to post the art piece I did for solstice (as promised), but the file is massive & I need to figure out how to get around size limitations, sooooo... not today, but... eventually?

 

Also, here are some videos:

My bed is full of (2) cats! They know we're tooootal suckers when it's cold out, so they play it up and cry pitifully outside the door and/or turn into cuddly little purr motors so they can weasel their way in to our deliciously heated domicile. I know it's a shameless ruse for warmth -- they never pull this mega-snuggle-cuteness crap in the summer -- but ohgawdtheyaresocute. Okay, time to go pet cats now.

*IF THAT IS YOUR REAL NAME

**HA! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! HAHAAAAAHAA! HAHAHAHA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, Oh man. Haha -- Oh, man, no. Noooo, no way.

Eating animal crackers -- means I just ate a fucking tiger mothafuckas

On Horror

L'horreur
“Life is a hideous thing, and from the background behind what we know of it peer daemoniacal hints of truth which make it sometimes a thousandfold more hideous. Science, already oppressive with its shocking revelations, will perhaps be the ultimate exterminator of our human species — if separate species we be — for its reserve of unguessed horrors could never be borne by mortal brains if loosed upon the world.”

~H.P. Lovecraft

>went back to 4chan.

Good evening. I'm a lizard woman from the dawn of time, and this is my wife.

It's been awhile, I know. A new year has happened since I posted last! Hooray for humankind's arbitrary measurement of the passage of time!

I made a thread on /lit/ & it did pretty good >.> It is based on this, of course.

Yeah, it's too big so you're gonna hafta click, yo.

Someone requested the Buff Baby song, & someone else requested I Remember You, so I did both of those as well; I might re-post them to /co/, but I don't know that board as well, & am not sure what their current feelings are regarding Le Adventure Times.

I made everyone some photoshop arts for the holidays, but I mucked it up & didn't notice it until after it was printed... G assures me that I am the only one who noticed, but I'm not posting it on here until I fix it & make it a more manageable size -- because the file itself is kinda huge. I also drew a walrus in a Santa hat, so there's that.

Overall the past few weeks have been kind of turbulent. I'm really glad the holidays are over, because a lot of it was just the usual holiday bucket-o'-stress, but not all of it. Part of it was that we had initially planned to get married on the 21st, and that date just rolled on past and no one said anything. I knew it wasn't going to happen -- nothing got planned because I'm sure as hell not taking all that on by myself -- but I was kind of hoping at least one side of the families involved would say something. Or anything, for that matter. I gave G his (great grandmother's) ring back, but we are still pretty firmly in Itemhood. I hope we can try again later, & maybe it will work out better. In the meantime, we need some more space to ourselves. I may be moving in with my brother, but that plan's still getting bounced around a little. I am curious to see what developments this year throws at us.

In other news, I'm watching two new anime: Toradora (I'm on episode 7) and Bakemonogatari (episode 9). Who is best tsundere? Senjōgahara is best tsundere. This is all you need to know.

This is a really geeky impulse, but: some of the anime I've been watching make me wish I had access to a more academic setting because, even aside from discussions of Japanese culture & how it presents in anime, there is just so much to deconstruct on a plot/character level. Who has two thumbs and is a nerd?

Sail

I'm a stranger in a strange land here myself

It is quite late & I have little to say. We watched Moonrise Kingdom & it was poignant & lovely. Halloween was quiet. I'm on an anime kick again. I wrote a journal entry about family, and mutual disappointment. I am very

very

sleep-deprived.

I saw this on youtube a while back & it made me smile.

(Old Man, take a look at my life; I'm a lot like you --

I need someone to love me the whole day through.)

Good feels

Also maybe you would like about a comic about dinosaurs?

A couple of people have told me that my comics are kind of obscure. I guess I'm just odd.
More posts/hopefully-better-comics incoming (I promise).

When we find the perfect water

We'll hang out on the shore

Just long enough to leave our clothes there

Bearly tolerable

It finishes a goddamn project or it gets the hose again.

Protip: until we run out of them you can get a magnificent book for a stupidly low price. Snag them quick though; bargain titles tend to go fast. Edit: Annnd they appear to be gone.

In other news, I found a cool Tatami Galaxy AMV, a groovy new artist (A Day at the Park is particularly delightful), EVERYONE needs to hear this again, and if you are not familiar with Retsupurae you damn well should be. Also, how well did you know Rita?

Also why is that owl wearing a vest?

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