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On Expectations May. 25th, 2011 @ 12:50 pm
I've just been hired as a caricature artist for Six Flags, I start sometime next week. I finally, after an exhaustive search found employment, whether it will be gainful is yet to be discovered. All my friends and family are extremely happy for me and can't wait to see me get to get paid for my art after all these years, even in these circumstances. And the funny part is I'm just terrified, I know, KNOW that even after a whole week of training my stuff is not likely to be purchased for 20 bucks a pop by tourists. I'm not going to give anything but my best but I'm fully expecting to have to explain to everybody I know in a few weeks time why I've started filling out applications again.

I've mentioned this to a few people and they just laugh it off and tell me I'm being ridiculous, and I've heard the term "self fulfilling prophecy" a few times, but I really don't think I'm going to be able to make sellable drawings in less than 3 minutes. And there's nobody to talk to it about because every single person is so sure it'll be awesome dipped in sauce. I'm glad to see so many people believing in me but it's gonna suck having to let them down, and the build up until that point is just me trying not to have a panic attack.

Also, the commute is absolute shit.

On jumps and costumes. Dec. 31st, 2010 @ 09:38 pm
I wanna see somebody do a Megaman cosplay and take photos doing the jumps pose.


I'd shrink the link but my fingers are honestly too numb from the cold to bother.

On Objects Stored and Things Written in Third Person Dec. 12th, 2010 @ 01:07 pm
He now has a storange unit. A place wherin he can store books, clothes, important papers, knives, old movies, hookers (dead), car parts, stuffed animals, hookers (alive), entertainment chemistry equipment, incriminating evidence, potted plants that he hates, old computer equipment, broken TV's, dirty socks, mob informants, working but unused TV's, rolled up rugs with suspicious bulges, old videogame consoles and games, extraneous vacuum cleaners, figures stolen from wax museums, stacks of unused CD-RWs, "other" girlfriends (long-term), priceless historical artifacts, "other" girlfriends (one-time), and books he has already read.

On 'Vacations" Nov. 23rd, 2010 @ 02:32 pm
So uh, I'm in Ohio of all places for the next week.

I've been on walkabout (sorta) all this month. First to New Hampshire for two cold, caucasian filled weeks for one of Meigh's best friend's wedding. And the beginning of dozens and dozens of "why aren't we married yet" conversations I have no interest in getting into here. Then on basically a whim we ended up in a tiny middle of nowhere town in Ohio for Thanksgiving with her family. And I won't get back to California for a week. It's nice to travel but it's also nice to have such things as: familiar faces, something to do and some say in what the hell is going on. I'm just glad that Meigh's family are almost universally allright people.

I'm barely online and it wasn't until today that it ocurred to me that perhaps someone I know is in Ohio.


Are ya? Ya lazy bastards?

On Last Night's Woes Sep. 27th, 2010 @ 03:31 pm
Meigh's Stepfather Bill accidentally logged into my email account onto the currently communal computer, and for reasons I cannot begin to fathom decided to clean up a bit. I actually watched this from across the room and very slowly came to the realization that the account was mine only after he was deleting a whole page at a time, this happened after he had managed to delete the last month of emails. He never actually explained WHY the pruning started, just said that he was incapable of logging into his email and it brought him into mine no matter what he tried, which I find slightly difficult to comprehend.

Luckily 95% of what I get is spam and newsletters I don't bother to read, hopefully there wasn't anything I'd want to keep.

I just at this very moment checked and the last email I have that's not from today is dated August 2nd. So it's more like the last two months of emails.

It is strongly suggested to me that I do not make a fuss.

I need to get a computer set up again in our room, and only, desperately.

I need to get MY computer fixed, up and running again more than that.

On Boxes, and Boxes, and Boxes, and Boxes... Sep. 17th, 2010 @ 06:26 pm
So uh... we lost the apartment.


All that no money stuff really cuts into my sitting around time. After much unknowns and discussions we've moved in with the parents of the Missus, into her old room even. With the possibility of going out to Sacramento if it doesn't work out (honestly it seems 50/50 at this moment.)

I had to down a couple of those five hour energy things with the retarted ass commercials to stay up for 40 straight hours to get it all moved out on time but I did it. And seriously how much do I fucking hate moving?

The answer is "This much!" With your arms really, really far apart.

The upside is that there's an upside, The Missus is less depressed now that the worst has happened and I got a job interview call the day after we moved out. Luckily I'd been updating applications with the new phone number for a while now. And the shiny big-ass TV is all set up and X-boxed and ready, which is all I need really. Though the PS3 is on the fritz with some hard drive issues, and we had to sell the Wii to my friend to pay the last of the rent (because we still live in the same complex, just somewhere else, and did not want them to hate and/or boot us) so it's a good thing I play the 360 the most.

Now watch me get the red ring tomorrow.

Man, you people must see that I've written in my journal and the first thought to enter your head just has to be "Damn, what the fuck happened to him NOW?" Trust me, you and me both.

Not all is bad though, I have a bitchin new hat that people actually say I look good in. Considering I usually look like a rabid hobo, this is a good thing.

Allright, I'll try to make the entire next entry about something that won't just depress all involved. Maybe some idiotic internet drama or me just bitching about some video game news or some shit. I mean hell, the new look of Devil May Cry looks pretty cool to me, and I'm firmly of the opinion that people whining can just shut the hell up. So obviously I've got it in me.

Melting... Aug. 24th, 2010 @ 11:57 pm
I quit my job and have been spending all my free time playing Fallout 3.

But you know, for all the right reasons.

I'd go into it but it's honestly to motherfucking hot right now to do anything but cuss and sweat. Not necessarily in that order.

Wasn't Planning On Writing This Much... Aug. 11th, 2010 @ 12:24 am
So... we're basically going to lose the apartment, guaranteed. We've been able to scrap together and keep it for a surprising number of months now but all debts and favors and blackmails have been used dry. And still no jobs bite. Best, best case senario (after massive lottery win, natch) is to downgrade to a studio. But the move from 1,060 to 750 doesn't mean shit when you aint got no money, and your job sucks so hard you basically have a negative paycheck.

Options suck least all the way through to suck worst are basically "Move in with X" Wherin X is a short list of people willing to take us in, from preferable to... not so much. But we'll see what happens.

Oh, exciting news! I had a seriously close friend of 9 years basically blow a practical joke amazingly out of proportion and do her best to cut me out of her life while putting every iota of responsibility of trying to save said friendship on me. So she can say it's all my fault if it doesn't work out. You know, I'm actually adept at cutting people out of my life, I am me after all; pissing people off comes with the territory. But this is by far the oldest friendship I've had to watch wither. And the first time it's by someone I would honestly consider family, the only person actually, ever. So this is new. If I go into details (which I just might because reading my old posts I'm so vague I don't remember shit.) I'll likely do it here and not on any site rhyming with Facedook because then it goes from sharing my shit with my friends into passive-aggressive internet drama and I hate that shit.

You know, I'd write about not-depressing shit happening to me if not-depressing shit would ever bother to happen to me! Dammit.

Like so; scanner get! I've been scanning everything I can find (that will fit on the scanner) that I've done in the past year. It's not a great scanner, barely brushing up against good. And I'm still getting used to Gimp. But it's free and it works and it sends faxes and I love it for that, just like I love your mom for the same reasons. So up on the Deviantarts and the Facebooks go new stuff for the first time in around a fuckin year! Aint that a trip. And yes; the Facebooks, because I'm so social! It's half a place to show art to the people I know who wouldn't wander into Deviantart if the gods planned it, and half a place to sell stuff because I know someone who did just that. And in my own shattered ego my stuff is cooler, which is saying something.

And; should be getting a haircut soon, so this bitchin hobofro should be not long for this world, enjoy it while you can kids! You know, in your mind, because you can't actually see me.


Gonna Work Jul. 31st, 2010 @ 01:45 pm
HAH! I finally have access to a working scanner after who knows how many months of... well not. Like I've said I may not have put anything up but that doesn't mean I'm not DOING anything. Hell I'm doing anything that moves. And even some things that aren't.

Yeah, ponder that in your brains for a few minutes. See where it takes you.

So basically I have epic crap-tons (yay, hyphens!) of things and crap (mainly crap) to scan and put up where nobody will care to see.


Now if only I still had Photoshop, I'm so used to scanning with the program I'm not too comfortable doing without it. And apparently Gimp doesn't scan, who knew?

Apparently not me when I downloaded it ten minutes ago.

Oh well, I'll figure it out. It's not like I scanned things all great like before anyways.
Current Mood: apatheticapathetic

It Had A Ring And Bumps And Was Purple... Jul. 26th, 2010 @ 07:58 pm

I spent work today rearranging furnature and passed a comically large sex toy box on the way home. What do you say about a day like this?

No, I didn't check to see if the box was empty.

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