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Tuesday, May 13th, 2008
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6:47 pm - World gone mad!
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Okay, I admit I've been really distracted lately and haven't been paying attention to baseball, but TAMPA BAY???
current mood: Tampa fucking Bay?
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| Wednesday, April 30th, 2008
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10:24 am - I, Zombie
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Last night I dreamt I was a zombie, except I was more into just the generic feasting on the flesh of the living rather than focused on brains specifically. And I even forgot I was supposed to eat people. At one point I have a vague recollection of turning to another zombie and saying, "Oh, hey, right. Aren't we supposed to go feast on the flesh of the living? We should probably get on that."
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| Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008
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10:41 am - Dreams and things
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I know hearing about other people's dreams is really boring, but you have to understand, I spent last night fighting an invasion of the earth by bizarre creatures in what was kind of a cross between 28 Days Later and Cloverfield. It was even one of those epic dreams where you wake up for a bit in the middle and then go back to sleep and continue the same dream. It was pretty bleak, too: the creatures were building their new creature-cities out of the mummified bodies of the humans they had destroyed, and at one point you could see them adding Superman to a wall they were constructing. Fucking Superman! No savior from out of the skies for you, bucko!
It was definitely a nightmare (of which I've been having a lot lately), but one of those where the final scene I was in before waking up was of me assisting a breakout, freeing a few hundred people from one of the confinements the creatures had placed them in. So all in all it was rather exciting and I wouldn't mind watching a movie of it.
Meanwhile, I am waiting for a phone call, so I'm going to post a frivolous meme:
( Three Things )
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| Monday, April 14th, 2008
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12:40 pm - I am an asshole dog owner, apparently
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I accidentally stole someone's dog again. An absolutely sweet, friendly little black & white thing. Some kind of terrier, I'd guess (I don't really know dogs all that well).
I was out for my morning walk when I met her, tried just walking on, hoping her actual owner was around somewhere. But she started following me, and if I got too far ahead she'd go tearing after me to catch up. My regular route included crossing a somewhat busy street, and when I got there she kept on going, jumping out in front of a couple of (thankfully slow-moving) cars. As she was not my dog I had no leash for her and no name to call her back with, so I had to herd her back to the sidewalk. I have no doubt the drivers I was blocking were cursing me and my idiocy, I clearly don't deserve to own a dog if that's the way I let it run around, etc.
I figured the best course of action was to start heading back to where I found her initially and hope to see some lost dogs signs along the way (she had no tags), or perhaps we'd go past her house and she'd run dutifully up to the gate or something. I found a ball in the street and tossed it for her as we walked.
We got back to our original meeting spot, which has a large grassy area, so I stood there for awhile playing catch with her, hoping her owner would make an appearance. But there was a good chance she'd gotten out of a fenced yard and the owner had no idea she was missing, so after waiting for a bit I decided to start heading home, not really sure what to do next (as an apartment-dweller I couldn't really house her while looking for her actual owner).
I apologize to the person whose yard she crapped in. If I had known I would be acquiring a dog today I'd have brought a poop bag with me, but I didn't so I didn't.
At some point along the way the ball got lost in a gutter. I was still trying to make progress (my new plan was to head for the dog park and hope to find someone who could at least take her in), and it clearly frustrated her. I did not UNDERSTAND. The BALL. It's DOWN THERE somewhere. As the human, it's clearly my job to DO something about it.
I shrugged and walked on. Eventually she followed, but not without some forlorn looks back.
I did ultimately find a young couple out walking their dogs, explained my situation, and asked if they could look after her. "Sure," they said. "We usually manage to find the owners." Apparently this is not the first escapee they've taken on. So I think our story has a happy ending, but seriously. Should I start carrying a sign that says "THIS IS NOT MY DOG"?
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| Monday, April 7th, 2008
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9:26 am - You absolutely could not get away with this name today
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You would think, would you not, that with a name like "Candy LaChance" you would have no choice in life but to be a porn star or a stripper. No choice. And yet, possibly there was something that forced Candy onto a different career path.
Yes, the link is SFW.
current mood:  amused
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| Saturday, March 22nd, 2008
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3:09 pm - Stop trying to give me what you think I want
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Why do I bother spending hours looking at pictures of haircuts online, so that I may take a photo with me to the stylist, to whom I then explain precisely what it is I want, if she's only going to nod and then give me a cut that looks neither like the photo nor like what I described?
It's not a bad haircut, it's just not what I wanted and I don't understand what I have to do to get a professional hair cutter to listen to me.
current mood: pissy
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| Saturday, March 15th, 2008
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10:34 am - Seven Songs
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Some time ago, ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) teratomarty tagged me to do a post about 7 songs I'm listening to currently. I've had that going at the back of my mind ever since, just haven't gotten around to typing it up until now. (Sleep and lack thereof might have something to do with it.)
So here you are. Seven songs.
( Satisfy your curiosity )
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| Wednesday, February 27th, 2008
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10:27 am - STAPLE! this Saturday
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You've been really wanting to go to an indie comic show. You didn't have to say anything; I can just tell. And how lucky you are that STAPLE! is this very Saturday!
It's at the Monarch Event Center in Lincoln Village (roughly at I-35 and 290, I think), and will be going on from 11:00 AM - 7:00 PM. I will, of course, be there with a host of monsters and minicomics. Alas, I did not get the Feep Mini Coloring Book #2 done in time for this show (I blame others), but I'm really, honestly hoping to have it done in time for CAPE in May.
At any rate, come to STAPLE! and load up on all kinds of independent artist goodness. Do it! Do it, I say!
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| Wednesday, February 20th, 2008
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12:30 pm - Like a hawk
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Today I elected to take a bike ride, and upon said I ride I elected to vary my route ever so slightly, just because. This is how I came to see a hawk sitting in a tree, not minding much that I was passing by awfully close (for some reason, people on bikes freak them out less than people walking, maybe because of the quiet, smooth movement of the bike?). So that was pretty cool.
As I looped back around, I saw the same hawk dive into the grass to snag a snake, which it then carried into a tree and began kee-ah-ing at me, which may have translated to "My snake! Mine! So there!" or it might not. A blue jay in an adjacent branch began imitating the hawk's call for whatever reason it is blue jays do things like that. Probably, honestly, just to be annoying. It was a blue jay, after all.
This sort of makes up for the fact that I cut my hand on the threads poking out of the spare tire I was putting on my car to replace the flat that was in even worse condition, and then got the cut filled up with tire gunk. Awesome. Time for some new tires, then, is it?
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| Saturday, February 16th, 2008
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5:08 pm - Suicide or homicide?
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One of my neighbors apparently got a keyboard recently, and is currently trying (and failing) to play "Mary Had a Little Lamb."
They tried and failed?
They tried and died.
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| Tuesday, February 5th, 2008
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6:45 pm
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There are these eggs, see, that I've had for awhile and not used because they came pre-cracked. I finally gave up on them and put them, raw and whole, down the disposal.
Turns out I was right not to eat them.
Unfortunately, my vindication in re: overcoming my urgent desire not to waste food means my kitchen now smells impressively bad.
Time for dinner!
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| Sunday, January 20th, 2008
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10:38 am - Nothing new under the sun (did someone say that already?)
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One of my cartoons got Farked, and rather interestingly there's a discussion in the comments as to who originated the "Oh, the huge manatee" pun.
All I can say in my defense is that I first thought of it around 1994, and I made my manager at the comic shop laff when I told it to him, but I didn't get around to drawing it until 2001 and I don't think some wily customer at the shop overheard me and nabbed the idea for his own. It's a bit on the obvious side, so I'm going to go with "lots of people having the same idea at the same time." There's a name for that kind of convergence, but I forget what it is.
That's why I usually steer clear of pun-related cartoons, since puns are easy and obvious and everybody else is doing it. Even so, the manatee cartoon happens to be one of my most-linked-to, for whatever reason. Because manatees are inherently funny, I guess.
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| Tuesday, January 15th, 2008
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10:09 am - Maybe there's something wrong with my brain after all!
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Are there really people who sleep through the night regularly? I have a very clear memory of the last time I went to sleep and woke up 8 hours later, and it was over a year ago at this point.
Last night during one of my lying-there-awake episodes I started to drift off, but the image in my mind was of an old woman's decaying corpse. Why? I have absolutely no idea. I wasn't thinking about death on purpose, haven't seen any horror-ish fare for several days, and don't typically take the time to conjure up such grisly scenes. But there she was, all dessicated and greenish-grey. I decided I didn't want to go to sleep to thoughts of necrotic flesh, so I kicked myself back awake and tried to think of gerbils or something. Didn't really work.
Now I'm all groggy and underslept, and thinking next time I'll just risk dreams of zombie grandmothers. Nightmares are at least more entertaining than gerbils.
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| Monday, January 7th, 2008
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3:32 pm - Hey, baby, wanna kill all humans?
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Boy, it sure is a good thing we don't have socialized medicine. If we did, I might have just spent the last two weeks on the phone every day trying to get my prescription refilled, only to be told it was my fault I wasn't getting a refill because I hadn't made a doctor's appointment I didn't know I needed to make. And then, when I try to make the appointment, I might be told I can't because they don't have the schedule available yet and I should call back next week. Wouldn't it just suck if one's health care system worked like that! Thankfully, paying out of pocket in cash for one's medical necessities means you never, ever have to deal with problems like this. Whew!
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| Thursday, January 3rd, 2008
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10:15 am - Back to the feep mines! [whipcrack]
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I made the very first feeps of 2008 yesterday, which has caused me to reflect on how much has changed since the first feep in 2004. My style and technique have improved dramatically, obviously (it would be worrying if they hadn't), but also my resolve for keeping it all going. There are times when it's been easy, riding a wave of positive feedback; times when it's been more like work, having to squish out monsters when I don't feel like it; and times when it's been really hard, trying to puzzle out what comes next and how to get there in an absence of information (there is no How to Be a Feepmaster manual, unfortunately).
A few lessons have been reinforced:
- If you want to be a professional artist, you have to be able to turn on the art even when you aren't feeling inspired. It is certainly easier to work with the glow of inspiration, but if you have to wait for inspiration to hit you're going to blow your deadlines and then people will stop wanting to give you money.
- Stubbornness is a virtue. There is, as I said, no manual, so the learning experiences are going to be particularly tough. You must be alike unto the bulldog, teeth sunk in and holding fast to the flailing bull. In other words, tenacious and possibly a little bit insane.
- Patience is also a virtue. Some shows will suck. Sometimes sales will suck. Giving up at the first sign of trouble, though, will guarantee failure. This is the point at which you will have to decide how bad you want it, and how hard you're willing to work for it. Me, all I have to do is envision a life spent in an office in order to get my car back on the rails. (This is not a knock on office jobs overall, it's just that the stuff I'm qualified to do I would not be happy doing for the rest of my days.)
2007 was the best year ever for the feeps. Here's to topping that in 2008.
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| Tuesday, January 1st, 2008
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12:14 pm - 2008 it is, then.
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I will eventually get around to doing my Annual Review™, which I know you are all breathlessly awaiting, but at the moment I am too groggy to write up anything coherent (note to self: try going to be before 3:00 AM sometime). Instead I give you some bullets from last night:
- Tried and failed to get a mosh pit going to the top 40 dance hits of the 80s. Not sure what went wrong there. Also, Firefox thinks "mosh" is not a word? Tha fuck?
- Got flirted with by a girl, which always leaves me feeling very awkward. Okay, getting flirted with by anyone leave me feeling awkward, but at least with guys I have to decide how to act on it. I should just shut up and accept the flattery? Ah, right.
- Learned the sign language for "At your mom's house." Not really, actually, but it gets the point across.
- Had some very enlightening conversations with some dear friends I don't get to see as often as I'd like.
- After noting that no one ever actually wears a lamp shade at a drunken New Year's bash, we tried on the host's lamp shades for effect, but they were very small and looked more like large fezzes. Somehow I feel we will never really know what our parents' generation got up to, and have resigned myself to eternal puzzlement regarding the lamp shade tradition.
So there you have it. Happy arbitrary annual rollover.
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| Tuesday, December 25th, 2007
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10:54 am - No, honestly, I'm perfectly normal
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It will probably shock none of you to learn that I have never in my life owned a Cabbage Patch doll. However, in my dream last night I was having a garage sale and apparently had two of the things on offer.
One of them was designed to be an educational toy, so it had the normal Cabbage Patch head and limbs, but the midsection was all a see-through representation of the insides of a baby done in highly realistic fashion. Bones, organs, tendons, blood - it was all there to see. Here's the fun part: you could "feed" the doll and watch the goop work its way through the body, and the goop was blood-colored. Furthermore, there was a hole at the mouth where you could put in a straw and suck out all the blood.
I suppose were I ever to have owned a Cabbage Patch doll it would have been this one, though upon waking I felt the straw should go into the chest or the back lest one get spit-up in one's baby's blood cocktail.
(The other doll, in case you're curious, was a Cabbage Patch Crone, complete with lank, greasy hair and warty nose.)
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| Monday, December 17th, 2007
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9:49 am - Coffee isn't helping - get the punk chix mix!
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My insomnia has been ragingly horrible lately, probably stress-related (it's the fucking 17th already?! Shit!), but there's nothing for it but to push on through. I was supposed to work on commissions yesterday but was too tired from the not-sleeping (seems unfair to me that one can be too tired from not sleeping to sleep) so I turned into a slug and did mostly nothing. I did make a punk chix mix in iTunes, though "punk" is very loosely interpreted in this case to mean "any female singer who was obviously influenced by Siouxsie," and Siouxsie herself, of course. Even so, it is very energizing and should hopefully get me being more productive today.
My sloth-fest included watching Rosencrantz & Guildenstern are Dead for the first time in several years. I was gratified to discover that at least one of the things I was obsessed with when I was 20 still holds up in the eyes of my older & wiser self. There's not a bit of it I don't have memorized: every line of dialogue, every facial expression, every scene change, every note of the score - and yet, I still found it compelling. The language and the concept just never get tiresome for me, I guess. The only real problems I noticed this time around that I hadn't before (and I blame mr_skullhead and nyogtha for this) is that the video quality sucks even on the DVD, and the sound editing in some scenes is terrible. Thanks, guys.
Speaking of tired, I reread this entry and some of the sentences don't look right but I can't be bothered to go hunt up better words or arrangements, so you're stuck with a lazily-written entry for today. Hooray for the scroll buttons!
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| Thursday, December 13th, 2007
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1:37 pm - LOLGANGS
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| Wednesday, December 12th, 2007
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6:31 pm - Strange, that.
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For some reason, working on a drawing of a guy who just suffered blunt trauma to the head is not helping with my headache. Wha?
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