Calcifer burn bacon
( Jul. 2nd, 2009 07:49 pm)
SO. Finally Zhura is letting me log on again. So I can liek, start HMM again. D: Finally. But, I feel so unmotivated -- for all of my comics. So, I figure I'll just forget most of them exist and work on one or two primarily. And halfheartedly work on the collab I've got runnin.

Yuh.

...Anybody wanna help me find screentone brushes for GIMP? Photoshop works fine, too... I have to replace mine and I don't know where I got my old ones.
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( Jun. 13th, 2009 04:10 pm)
Lately, I've been feeling really sluggish and lazy. I blame it on the OBSCENE amounts of sleep I've been getting. I go to bed at 9/9:30 (PM) and wake up somewhere between 9:30 and 10:30 (AM)... YEAH. So what gets me energetic? Huh? What? What? The fact that STEVEN (bless his malnourished soul) has given me pure insanity on a DVD to watch... and that insanity is called PANI PONI DASH. SERIOUSLY, WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?! It sure as hell ain't SPARTA! Wow these people are nutso. I keep having to pause this thing every couple of minutes because I'm laughing so hard. Bunnies with self-esteem issues, cats that live in vending machines that call themselves god, aliens spying on little eleven-year-olds, said eleven-year-old being a school teacher that graduated from MIT and is super cute... excuse me, in the show she's referred to as OMEGA CUTE... Yeah. It's like Excel Saga, Azumanga Daioh, Lucky * Star, Abenobashi and Kyouran Kazoku Nikki (minus the drama) all mixed up in a blender and put over ice cream made of pure INSANITY. Houston, sanity has left the building.

At least I have a good idea as to what the premise is. Our previously mentioned little MIT graduate is filling up a recently vacated teacher's position... which was vacated for mysterious, unknown reasons that another teacher made seem creepy when the students asked. Teacher's post is in a high school, where the class is downright strange. You have all your stereotypes: the brains with control problems, the hyperactive ADD girl, the mystery girl, the sweetheart, etc. There's a subplot, too! A group of aliens are monitoring our tiny teacher to see whether humanity deserves to live or die.

Why use a super genius, eleven-year-old girl in a high school teacher's job, though? I HAVE NO FRICKIN IDEA. It seemed pretty random. "Oh, the motherboard chose her... so, let's watch, cuz we aliens obviously have the technology capable of seeing through walls even though the cameras we have are several hundred miles away from the target."

SHIT YES. Let's watch it! It's crazy, but oh I love it so. This is my kinda humor.
Probably the most frustrating thing about roleplaying with other people... is their English skills. It's like they assume that since it's the internet, it's okay to disregard grammar and make their posts barely distinguishable. There are sometimes when I have NO [insert expletive]-ING IDEA what in HELL they're trying to say. It makes it very frustrating to rp. lieksrsly. PUNCTUATION EXISTS, I KNOW IT DOES. Dx And so does spell check! Chrome has it built in, and is currently telling me that "roleplaying", "Dx", "rp" and "lieksrsly" aren't actually words!

Somebody, for the love of all that lives, please, I'm begging you...

Even if you don't adhere to formal grammar, please form sentences! Type out full words! SAY WHAT YOU MEAN TO SAY, AND SAY WHAT YOU MEAN. D:
Calcifer burn bacon
( May. 21st, 2009 10:42 pm)
OH GOD I'M SO FRICKIN TIRED. Why? Cuz two art projects, one which I'm barely STARTING A WEEK AND A HALF AWAY FROM THE END OF SCHOOL AND IS MY FINAL, an unfair amount of English homework, and time spent writing bullshit stories is taking up all my sleeping time. DX It's been putting me in a half apathetic, half PO'd mood. DX

Oh well. At least this second story is easier to write. :D Now, at 10:44 PM, OFF TO PAINTING WITH ME. :P
If it's interesting, and people say so, maybe I'll write it in earnest, lol. XD It's supposed to be a BL parody rendition/melding of a buncha fairy tales. My way. Here goes, just a little bit.

"He awoke with a start. A nightmare…? He’d fallen asleep in the cavernous library. Oh. Well, that meant he was even more lost than before, because he must have been sleepwalking. Nothing looked familiar. “And now I am a somnambulist.” He laughed dryly until his stomach (still small from his life on the farm) growled angrily. “Huh…”

He started walking again, attentively reading the spines of the books, trying to figure out where he was -- only to discover that whatever language they were written in he didn’t understand it at all. He sighed. Eventually he found another set of reading desks and sat. He looked up at the ceiling-sky. “Illusion?” It was a tentative, quiet call, but still seemed to echo throughout the forest of bookcases. He fell silent and rested his head upon the desk. Sleep claimed him once again.

It was dark. Dark, tinged with blue. Deep sapphire blue. Lovely sparkling bright dark dim distant. He seemed to be floating in it. Suspended in nothingness. It was pleasant. Free from hunger pain sensation. Frightening maybe but he was oh so numb. Numb…

Soft silver caressed his senses. What? Comfortable… The light was gentle. He peered more closely at it, mingling with the azure darkness. Silver sparkling in rainbows, bright vibrant pure color. Warm… love. Love? Love. It embraced him, cradled him in loving warmth. Yes. Safe. From what? Everything? Sure. Ribbons of dark mixing with bright silver… Lovely. Safe. Self. Whole. A voice -- kind concerned warm silvery silver. A name -- his? Was it…?"

Abstract much? If you like it, let me know. I wrote it in class one day. LOL.
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