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[Thursday Nov.12.09 | 02:25 pm] |
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Long time no anything, Internet! I can't find the time to do the ONE test commission I owe, but somehow I made you a gift.  True story. Apparently the words "marriage" and "open", when arranged together in a certain order, make me crack up SO HARD, BRO. So hard that I start swallowing toothpaste. When I first wrote this I left out all the punctuation except the question mark. But then I remembered I'm not Kate Beaton, and because of that fact, when I write something that's not funny I'm going to man up to it and use goddamn periods instead of just pretending that the absence of an identifiable punchline is okay because the people in my comics are of lower than average intelligence. BONUS:  YELLING WITHOUT PUNCTUATION IS OKAY THOU GH |
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[Monday Oct.19.09 | 11:25 am] |
Hey guys, I don't know if any of you have heard of Jeremy Tinder, but I just came across this exhibit he was a part of and wanted to share it.
It's a series called "The Devourer of Men", and his paintings are jumbled up a bit on the site, but what I can grasp of the narrative is really interesting to me. It's bleak and morbid and yet depicted in a cartoony style and I'm just so struck by it. I'm trying to figure out a way to remind myself about it next year when the book is supposed to come out.
( some more samples )
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[Wednesday Sep.30.09 | 07:14 pm] |
I feel a nagging need to be insulted by cowards; you know the feeling.
And I'm working on an art project: a self-portrait that doesn't include my likeness. I'm leaning toward a 9-panel comic strip that depicts people giving "testimonials" of me, good or bad.
I've already set up one of those detestable "honesty boxes" on Facebook, but I figure the unwashed and unfriended masses might have a few choice words, too. So say "what you honestly think about me", and I might include your statement in my project!
Post anonymously, comments are screened. C'MON C'MON MAKE ME CRY. SHARPEN THOSE TEETH FOR YOUR BITING TRUTHS.
Real posts, uhh... Sometime. Don't rush me.
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[Monday Sep.07.09 | 06:53 pm] |
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| | ZOMBIE GHOST TRAIN - Zombie Beach | ] |
I am in a crazy journal-writing mood lately. D'oho, you guys are going to get so sick of me.
( da na na na na, da na na na na, da na na na na )
Also: every day my dad sends me a picture of something that misses me, and here are a few of the ones that can't protest having their picture posted on the internet.
Spooky's taken over your bed.
( DUN DUN DUN DUN DUN )
God I am so hungry.
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[Sunday Sep.06.09 | 12:32 am] |
http://www.thegiraffes.com/newmp3.htm
Number 37, "I'll Be Your Daddy".
I've listened to and loved The Giraffes for four years, and they never fail to make me want to draw Althazar like mad. This song especially.
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| Great Late-Summer Meme Grab-Bag 2009 |
[Friday Aug.14.09 | 06:00 pm] |
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| | CAB CALLOWAY - Minnie the Moocher | ] |
I'm leaving for college on the 20th and I've always wanted to do that room meme. THIS MAY BE MY LAST CHANCE TO CAPTURE MY LIVING SPACE IN ITS RELATIVE GLORY/show off my retarded awesome decorating skills for the last while, so. |
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[Saturday Aug.01.09 | 10:04 am] |
OH MY GOD
OH MY GOD
I KIND OF CRIED. ALSO LAUGHED A LITTLE COS THEY MADE HIM KIND OF SKINNY BUT HEY.
COLIN THOMPSON TUCKER, WHAT DO YOU WANT? IS IT MONEY? MY BODY? THIS ONE-TIME SPECIAL OFFER FOR A TIMESHARE IN MAUI?
OH MY GOD
BEST. BIRTHDAY. EVER.
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[Tuesday Jun.16.09 | 09:27 am] |
Got back from a one-and-a-half-day orientation at CCAD yesterday, where four different people told me I REALLY needed a Facebook. Ssssoooo I got one.
I tend to shy away from social networking sites because they make me realize just how small and exclusive my circle of close friends is. And, if I understand how Facebook is supposed to work, I don't friend everyone I've ever shaken hands with.
But you guys! I like you guys. You guys are cool. So if you have a Facebook and you've ever wanted to make me look cool, today's your day. I respond to direct commands, I know to stay off the furniture, and I'm house-trained. I won't clutter up your wall too much and I'll draw graffiti for anyone I recognize (probably).
So c'mooooonnn. Be a paaaaaaal.
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[Sunday Jun.07.09 | 02:28 pm] |
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| | THE SPECIALS - Stupid Marriage | ] |
HOOOGH. So the other day I went to Short North in Columbus. It was amazing and I want to go back a hundred times oh god.
There were murals everywhere, and fancy restaurants and little galleries full of awesome art. Every gallery seemed to have it's own little style, but in an interesting way. And I picked up some names of interesting artists I'd never heard of before. It was just so great aaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaa
Keep in mind I was raised a suburbs girl, and a big trip for me is walking down to the gas station to buy Oreos. The idea of an art community (especially one a two-hour drive from my house) is positively enchanting. I found myself examining every piece of art and trying to extract the techniques used to create it. To be exposed to so many different ideas in one day... It was like a real-time internet, haha.
( If that's a happy marriage, I'd prefer to be unhappy )
too long;skimmed for zombie pictures: Yesterday was awesome.
Oh and while I'm here. I know I've proven time and time again to be a subpar painter, but I actually dreamt the other night that I wasn't total shit at it. Inspired, I pulled out my acrylics and some scrap paper and did up some practice stuff.
( the worst art dump ever )
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[Friday May.08.09 | 11:30 pm] |
I think everyone's heard the story of Sodom, but still.  Despite the collar, Fletcher doesn't really make a habit of reading the Bible. His morals are a bit on the earthlier side. ...Aaaand it doesn't look like he's feeling especially encouraged to delve any further.
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[Thursday May.07.09 | 01:43 pm] |
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| | RAMMSTEIN - Eifersucht | ] |
Just got back from my AP English test. I'd tell you more but I think that's all I'm cleared to say to anyone until I die--"I just got back from my AP English test". I love when these nationalized tests make you promise a hundred times not to talk about the questions with anyone UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH your score being voided. Makes me feel like I'm part of some classic-literature based conspiracy. Me and thousands of other people.
I've been doing this internship at my dad's work because it was mandatory in order to get out of school as soon as I did. Everyone who didn't has to stay 'till June, suckerrrrrsssss. Dad works for a company that designs and sells billboards, and since I'm going to school to learn how to whore out my art it seemed appropriate enough.
So far I have had to(what is it with me and lists lately?):
- burn CDs
- futz around in Photoshop
- file things
- wear khakis
- stuff envelopes
I'm not working for my dad because that would be dumb, but the building is small enough that he checks up on me every hour or so. And when I say "small", believe me I mean small. The headaches and sluggishness I at first mistook for the soul crushing necessary to acclimate to a corporate environment was just a tich of lethargy brought on by several hours spent a stuffy office with no windows. I miss fresh air and non-fluorescent light. I'm adjusting though.
...Aaaaw, I'm sorry for using my journal to talk about me. Here, have some sketchbook pages.
( I can't put an annoying, alienating lyric here because I do not speak german )
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