Okay, there is a certain topic in the Artwork General forum in which the topic creator decided to promote his artwork with the subtitle stating that the artwork was awesome. This caused everyone and their grandmother to jump down his throat about it.
Now I really hate to make a soapbox. I'm not a good speaker by any great shakes, and I really don't want to mistakenly accuse or offend anyone. And I know the Artwork forum is no more perfect now than it was when I joined. And yet out of all the
For one dollar and ten sweet minutes of taste-bud tangoing, it's so worth the repetitive jingle and the noxious truck fumes and crossing the searing street barefoot.
(FYI, the joke on the stick is "What's the most important thing you need to go skateboarding?"
(The answer is: a skateboard. DUH!)
I can't draw 'em but I sure am licensed to drive 'em!
I'm more happy that I actually got to take the test than passing, after almost two whole years. I don't really need to drive in the city, but I've run into so many ridonkulous setbacks since I got my permit in 04 that I'm still in shock. On the downside, now I'll have to chauffer my sister places... in my mom's poorly drawn minivan.
And I don't care if my brother technically passed his test five minutes before me, we still got our l
I'm in Europe right now. Rome to be exact, soon to be followed by Venice, Paris, and Barcelona, and a day in Dublin. I won't be getting back until August 4th, by which time I'm certain my PMship will be expired. So this will probably be my last blog post if/until it's renewed. Here's some art just in case.
Italy is hot. Super hot. Medditeranian hot. Any second my hair is going to burst into flames. I'm travelling with my friend and two of her friends, and so far so good. We've seen most of th
...is what my brother will be shortly, because he's only had his license for a little over a week, and he got into his first car accident today.
This morning he dropped me off at work and borrowed $5 for gas, and he told me that his friend's mom wanted him to pick up a car part in a town about an hour away (without traffic) from ours. She was going to pay him, and since he wanted to earn some extra cash he didn't tell my parents he was doing it, nor did he ask to borrow my dad's car. So when
This year's haul:
-As requested, one manual orange juicer of less than stellar quality. Not quite the lever-puller I had in mind, but it squeezes oranges (dully), so I'm at least thankful.
-A lovely new t-shirt.
-Five phonecalls, three of them sang.
-Two books; a graphic novel by a New Yorker Cartoonist called Cancer Vixen, and a very rare unedited prereleased copy of Scott McCloud's Making Comics.
-Five exquisite cupcakes, four manhandled so horribly that they'd fused into a sol
Coming to you live from my brand new Brooklyn dorm, singing TMBG songs with my brand new roommate (who's about fifty times better than my roommates from last year), eating peanut butter Ritz Bitz sandwiches and pounding the keys on my once-was-brand-new laptop. We have one lamp (brought from home) and one minifridge and two windows with an excellent view. I walked into the bathroom and exclaimed in shock"this is a college dorm bathroom?" because it's more like a bathroom and less like a water cl
It's been three years since I got my first Bionicle set (Thursday, July 15th, 2003 my mom bought me a Lehvak) and almost the same amount of time that I've been a member of this site. The impact that both have had on my life have been... phenomenal. BIONICLE almost instantly became one of my biggest inspirations as well as the subject of so much creativity; the amazing tribal island of Mata Nui and it's unique people, their wisened elders and their heroic guardians, and the mysterious secrets has
He always seemed so... invincible. The man handled nature's deadliest creatures and not even the risk of losing a limb, or his life, stopped him; he always bounced back with a "crikey!" and a smile. I can’t believe he’s gone. People have slandered him in the past (some still are now), but I truly think the world would be a better place if there were more Steve Irwins to go around - not just in profession, but in persona as well. He was such a dedicated environmentalist, and he was passionate and
Tomorrow (or today, depending on what time I press "post new entry") is my last day of working my summer job. I shall be wearing this shirt. It is symbolic of my release from the world of retail. So long, eight hour shifts and Subway lunches! Good riddance, nasty theiving customers and aching muscles! GoodBYE paychec-- oh.
But now that I have more than enough money and I've gotten my really big project out of the way like I promised I would, I can finally buy me one of these beauties.
Let'
So there was this lady who came up to my register last month. She had this big poofy hairdo that looked like a red, upside down beehive and had large-rimmed glasses. Must've been in her fifties or sixties. So anyway, she comes up to my register with a shirt with a $20 tag, but she apparently left the other $10 bill she thought she had in the car, so she was upturning her purse onto my counter to scrape together whatever money she had in there to pay for the shirt. She even borrowed two dimes fro
I will draw you many nice pictures if you give me money for them, which will then be used to buy this work of art that I saw at the Renn Faire last week:
I will also be your best friend FOREVER.
You've probably heard by now, but there was a plane crash here in New York City. To add to an already rainy gray and gloomy day (and probably due to it), a small airplane crashed into a residential building up on 72nd street, about 11 streets and a couple of blocks up from where I was unknowingly taking a field trip to the Society of Illustrators gallery. I didn't even know about it until my friend called me from NJ asking if I was alright. I couldn't hear her very well because of all the sirens
My glasses are broken in half. I've had them for a really long time and if I can't fix them, I will die a little inside. Tape isn't working. They're plastic so I need the best plastic adhesives you know of, and some reassurance. They're my glasses.
I have two pairs of brand spankin' new, so-white-they-make-your-eyes-water-in-the-sunlight sneakers.
WHAT SHOULD I DRAW ON THEM?
I'm leaning towards dinosaurs, the four seasons, or all the things I'm fangorical for, but I still appreciate/want suggestions.
(Tenthennial Postiversary)
and the only things hotter than the almost-tangible humidity were the leather seats of my mom's minivan. I got burned touching the steering wheel. Wearing an dark gray shirt today was ALL kinds of dumb.
BUT I got new shoes. They're Neopolitan colored (like the ice cream) and I did indeed pay less, Payless. Now I don't have to buy a new pair for another two years.
Anyway, you know what I really look forward to? Strong Bad Email #173. Why? Look no further than SBEmail "montage". I've secretly
Now I confess that I have not read a Series of Unfortunate Events. I haven't seen the movie in it's entirety. I didn't even finish the one book I did begin, that being the Carniverous Carnival. Not out of lack of interest or anything, but lack of time. My 12-year-old sister is nuts about the book though, and about a week an a half ago I was passing by Barnes and Noble in Union Square and there was a big sign that prompted me to call her, which in turn caused her to shriek ecstatically into the p
Okay, so I work in retail. Marshalls to be specific, which sells department store wares (mostly clothing) for closeout prices. I've been there for over a month now and it's working out okay. My best friend works there with me, I've made a bunch of new friends, and gotten my first paid commission of the summer from my bosses. I have a 10% employee discount (soon to be 20% for three days yay!) which my mom LOVES because Marshalls is her most favorite place in the world to shop. And I've gotten som
New York will always be my one true love, but I'm allowed to see other cities, right? In that case Montreal is my secret lover and one day we'll run away together to a wonderful world of legal street graffiti and two Crêperies on every block. Montreal is a magical dream whirl that can't be summed up by anything less than a series of fragmented exclamations: colors! wall art! crêpes! maple syrup! Canada! Canada! friendly bilingual citizens! jazz festivals! art festivals! botanical gardens! Canadi
