Apologies for any visual blips last time. I’ll fix it after I finish this entry.
*brikd for having a slight emotional breakdown last time* … I know I keep saying I do this regardless of reaction, but damnit, I don’t want to go crazy just yet. You gotta be in the mood for “bat-shit crazy”
I should have enough reason for it in a couple of days. There’s a holiday tomorrow. Lots of people, lots of grief, and plenty of chance for conflict. Why is it holidays, anyway? Why can’t we just immediately follow our feelings and beat the crap out of people who we know are going to be a pain in the ass? “Oh, you ruined a perfectly good holiday.” No, I just took your holiday and turned into a reason to remember not to mix me with certain people.
*big, deep sigh…*
Some things to be thankful for, and some things to not…
Omnomnomratcake… :P
… I think some people miss the point of this thing called ‘existence’…
I, for one, welcome our new feline overlords. :3
(Probably best if you clicked this pic. ^_^;)
Now THAT is a mom…
… … … I love you, Mom. Honest. ^_^;
… Are non-existent when you wake up to the horrors of possibly being schizophrenic. I’m not saying that I want to be as well-adjusted as a car’s brakes after a trip to Manny, Moe, and Jack’s. I’m saying I want to wake up one day and wonder why I’m being served breakfast in my room when I’m perfectly capable of doing this myself. Yes, It’s Sunday. Yes, Mom usually does that on Sunday. But I doubt to see the cause of it if we’re all eating in our rooms like a good little dysfunctional tribe.
*brikd for the negative start*
Sketches… meh…
Not really enthusiastic about anything at the moment, what with scaring myself with delusions of poisoned food and feigned love and all. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever felt a real emotion since kindergarten. Not one that I didn’t feel bad about almost immediately after.
… Well, that video should own your soul as much as it owns mine right now. :P
*briked for starting with a possibly addicting video*
I really wish I could give the original artist their props. I am planning an animation as we speak. Honestly, you could put any characters you want to this and it would turn out epic, so instead of doing a tribute to SNK or Phantasy Star like I was thinking at first, I decided on doing my own characters justice. Sketches to come. Hopefully.
That pretty much sums up yesterday and today; plotting, planning, and keyframing. I hate keyframes. No. I hate filling in keyframes. *shudders at all the in between work that she just unwittingly gave herself* Doesn’t matter. Not really. I’m going to write this journal, apply for a job, and then test the keys and in-betweens I finished yesterday before I go too far with them.
… Doesn’t that just remind you of Ren & Simpy or Mr. Magoo. Epically digging the ending. Anvilicious, but sneakily so. Didn’t hit me until the animation stopped. Left me with that kind of solemn ‘wow’ feeling you get when come out of a movie that actually had some substance. And not a girly sob story or a string of explosions laced on top of plot. Those movies that made you think and laugh and cry all at once. Like Dogma. Or the Original Planet of the Apes. Or watching Who Framed Roger Rabbit after you grow up enough to understand the actual plot through the gratuitous gags.
… … … Dood. Ocarina of Rhyme. Not a Rap fan, but dayum. This hot, yo. O-O
Yes, I speak fluent Ebonics. I kinda have to… >.>… <.<…
… that is what getting the change from an errand for my mother usually spells. It has to. If she had a catchy phrase it would be “And I want ALL my change.” I’m serious… … … Don’t laugh, this is serious. I have about a buck-twenty in change, and I have no idea what to use it for. o_O
*briked once for the lame opening zing, and briked again for not posting a damned thing in what seems like ages (and is probably just a week or two). An extra brik missed in an attempt to hit her for not answering comments and only logging in for smut*
Another mental crisis avoided, merely by walking outside. I could say, in the spirit of Sunday, that I had finally let Jesus into my heart and put faith into humanity and believed that Bush did his best for our beloved country. But that would be a bald-face lie. Instead, I’m going to go for the scientific cop-out of having soaked up just enough rays of sun through my pasty, off-brown skin to produce just enough melatonin in order to function like a human being again. Yay, proteins, the natural building-blocks of life. Yay, still being a misanthropic, self-centered, society-hating weirdo.
I want to animate. But every time I get an idea, I go more than a little overboard planning. Then the intimidation sets in. So, tells ya what I’m gonna try. Doing the least amount of work possible. You heard me. Minimal effort.
That probably goes double for the writing. No more going about my work with grim grit and determination. What else do I have all these silly Ideas if I didn’t think they’d be fun? :(
O carp, writing. O carp, NaNoWriMo. O carp, I’m a whole week behind… -_-;… Great. Need to gnash my head against a wall for a little bit now, thanks.
I know I’m supposed to post something, but i don’t know what. It’s like getting to the store, swearing you needed something, but you have no clue what it was you needed.
*too preoccupied to be briked*
I know a wasted most of the day playing puzzle pirates (more satisfying than you think). Then I Stumbled for a bit. Maybe I’m just tired. Maybe it was a strange weekend. Maybe I shouldn’t be hanging around semi-habitual drunks that rattle your nerves like ghost chains anymore.
Excuses aside, I have a stomach fill of dry ramen, a mind full of haze, and about three hours of awake time to try and actually make something out of. No, too stoic. I just want to draw or write something. That’s all. No pain, no pressure, no false purpose-tude.
You know, one of these days, I have to just admit that I’ve got little to no direction, little motivation, and absolutely no idea what I’m doing. Push come to shove, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
*still getting briked for whatever the hell kind of intro that was*
Puzzle Pirates. You’d think it would be a bomb-out idea, liable to fail in logic at any moment. The trouble is it’s not, and it works for the most-part. It’s like… thinking about Pokemon. “Why the hell do these strange people care about silly little animals that breathe fire?” Well, because they’re silly little animals that breathe fire. It’s self-sustaining; self-justified; because if they really existed, that’s probably what would happen. Same with PP; if matching colored pieces together could set sails or equate to fighting prowess, then it would probably work. In this way, a fully crewed ship, working several puzzles at once, function much like an actual sailing crew. One person screws up, the whole ship goes to bilge… er, shit. The only logic-fail I’ve hit was the brewing puzzle; I mean, a burnt brew irl is not necessarily a bad one. Just tastes like burnt bread yeast; I hear that it’s an acquired taste. :P And Poker. Trick-taking games are older than Poker, and I think they do have Hearts and Spades in that game, too, but depending on when this is taking place I don’t think Pirates would have played Poker. Gotta Wiki’ that later, just to be sure…
*brikd for trying to bring logic in a game that considereds itself to be family-friendly-fun*
And before that I did this:
No reason. Because I wanted to record a blog instead of writing one, and I can’t record audio. Because I could. And because the GIMP and CamStudio can’t run at the same time. :( I’m not too good in GIMP anyway. I draw WAY better in Flash, but that’s only self-comparative and I don’t want to crash my already glitchy compy. I’m really just dabbling. One of these days, one of my stories is going to bug me enough to make me want to draw or write it and then the world will be subjected to my lack of talent. XP
Took GoogleTube long enough; 3 days to figure out to put other MSPaint and speedpaint vids in the related panel. I swear, Google needs to stick to web searches and fun logos. That’s about all they do right. And now I’m probably going to be watching other people’s speedpaints all day. Great. Lovely, thanks.
Alright. New theme, new lease on blogging, same old crap to bitch about.
I need a new gimmick, as well. The whole “Good Morning” thing has been rendered moot to me. You know, like when you say or hear a word so much that it looses all meaning. It just sits there, staring at you, expecting you to know what it is, and all you can come up with is a big, fat nothing. The abstract fission of shapes called letters reducing itself to nothing but yet another visual representation Euclidean simplisim…. So, um, yeah…
*is briked for not really explaining anything with so, SO many words*
I love this song. The video has that whole angsty-love-loss-with-sweeping-landscapes and-flashbacks-thing going for it. So why the hell did that become THIS…
I know, I know… The Goldeneye Cart glitch, and a handful of strange people from Japan, but… honestly… My fascination stopped when I found out that the helicopter (and the tanks, if I remember correctly) ‘did the weird’ when you slightly removed the cart, too. Ah… good times. Goes to show you; put anything to music and humans will find meaning in it.
(Also, I realize that this is nowhere near the original carrier of the meme, but I can at least laugh at this one… the others just weird me out.)
And then I found this…
My first response: “Oh my fart, it’s Extreme-G to music… DOOOO… WANT! *^*…” Alternatively, Audiosurf is probably more like Catch the Beat in a Tron Cycle. Neat thing about the program is that unlike StepMania and osu!, all you need is the music. The game scans the mp3 and generates a track from, well, the track itself. ^_^; The slightly-un-neat thing is that it’s 10 bucks, but that’s a minor gripe… I’d pay. You know, if i had cash. :P
Good morning, good evening, good afternoon. It’s cold. It’s cold, and my head hurts. It’s cold, my head hurts, and I think I have a fever. Aside from that, I’m fine. How y’all doin’?…
*… isn’t briked.* O_O…
I have never been too cold to sleep before last night. It’s like someone stuck this side of the plant in the freezer and cranked it to 100 below. I’ve been thinking about sticking a scarf around my neck. Or turning all the appliances on and gleaning warmth from them. Or breaking up furniture and lighting a bonfire. Meh, whichever one works better.
Off-hand, I’ve been very Pokemon-ish as of late. If I haven’t been watching battles, I’ve been training. If I’ve been doing neither of those, I’ve been planning Stat teams to train for general use. Lets see… four days, and three perfectly bred Mon in the theme of maximizing life-growth. And it’s satisfying in such a way that I find hard to put into words. Scary and giggly at the same time, I suppose. :3
My temperament is such that I often start things but don’t find a use in continuing. The horrible thing is that I keep doing the same thing over and over. I get a ‘brilliant’ idea, I plan said brilliant idea, then I either get bored or someone side tracks me. I hate it. So why do I keep doing it?
Quests, little carrots dangled in front of our noses, leading us this way and that. Always in straight lines. Always forward, and never noticing all the interesting things around them.
It’s usually when I realize that it’s just a silly little carrot on a string that I made up myself when an idea usually sours on me… “Haha, what you were following was fake and you’ll never be happy. Ever.”
*And here’s the part where I cringe and consider erasing what I just wrote or even not posting at all…*
So… Old guy who draws comics. Funny stuff. And he’s obviously shameless in his use of StumbleUpon to attract attention. Guy after my own heart. Or is that the other way around? -_-;;;
Good morning, good evening, good afternoon. I don’t know if it’s the chill in the air or the fact that I could not partake in the chamomile goodness that lulled me to sleep the other night, but I am a real grump when it looks like people have turned on me. OR perhaps the combined doucheness of my older brother and my mom’s bf in one room is just too much for me. Who knows.
Between Brandon’s impromptu Japanese practice and the potbellied-would-be-stepdad’s chronic loudness, I was about ready to kill things. Not a bad emotion when you get used to it, but it gets hard to hide. And people expect you to hide that kind of shit. But how are they supposed to cower in fear and make me feel better? This world makes no sense, I tells ya… :P
Not that my older bro butchers the language. Oh no; man took lessons and everything. Goes to Chinatown to practice. I’ve never met a more devoted Japanophile in my entire life. (Of course, I don’t meet many people period, but that’s a different subject.)
Got some PKMN in the BG. I don’t know; just listening to fights in Battle Revolution makes me feel as though I own it. Meh, someday…
Okay, here’s the theory: Takes about a week to breed and EV trained any SINGLE pokemon. Less than a day for an egg to be laid, an average of three days to hatch the one with a good enough Nature, and a good four or more days to acquire the needed EVs (Pokerus + Power Items, of course). This in mind, wouldn’t it be easier to plan the mons up, set six poke’s to the side (hatch them all first), and then train them all in one specific stat? Of course, the resulting team would be a little one-sided, but I’m doing all this to build a stable of Mon to mix and match as I choose. And If I really do get a stable team out of all this, all the better. Anything to shape up my online record and better my “Bench” box. HP-based builds first. :3
Omnomnomratcake… :P
… I think some people miss the point of this thing called ‘existence’…
I, for one, welcome our new feline overlords. :3
Now THAT is a mom…
