This girl is good.
I must try this scherencshnitte.
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Red Hot Riding Hood
This is only slightly ridiculous.
I suggest you turn down the volume; it's a cartoon, replete with the usual array of obnoxious sound effects.
Gotta love those old 'toons, though I have to say, I might like British comedy a right side better.
The above makes me giggle, but the below makes me positively cackle with glee.
I suggest you turn down the volume; it's a cartoon, replete with the usual array of obnoxious sound effects.
Gotta love those old 'toons, though I have to say, I might like British comedy a right side better.
The above makes me giggle, but the below makes me positively cackle with glee.
Commissioned II
This was a fascinating Wikipedia entry. Sickening, but fascinating nonetheless.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Secrets in the Dark
Monday, January 28, 2008
Some Rhyme Without Reason
I feel icky,
Me being a sicky.
Like my rhyme? 'Cause it's a quicky.
Well, stop being so damn picky.
I'm going to bed.
Me being a sicky.
Like my rhyme? 'Cause it's a quicky.
Well, stop being so damn picky.
I'm going to bed.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Tragic Ironies
Just finished watching The Million Dollar Hotel. Jeremy Davies, Mila Jovovich, Mel Gibson. Even having missed the crucial first ten minutes of the movie, I still think it was quite fascinating. It had a very poetic sense to it. I keep seeing it labeled a comedy, but I didn't find anything at all to laugh at, so I don't know why. Not that it was sad... well, I suppose it was. It rather struck me as a lesson in realism, in the sense that you were experiencing a reality shared by those who were surreal in and of themselves. I find such things genuinely interesting and somewhat disconcerting, but not funny.
I have no idea how realistic the characters were in terms of their various mental conditions and quirks and so forth, and certainly not how they should interact with one another, yet the movie gave a fascinatingly jarring sense of how we "normal" people look at those who are not: namely, the mentally challenged, the worst fringe of society, our forgotten. Here are many such people, and every time each one comes into contact with another, you, as the viewer, find yourself completely clueless as to the actions that will follow. These characters do not act normally, because they are not normal. Yet each has managed to find something in their lives that they hold as normal, and which lends them a sense of security, however unbelievable normal people may find the idea.
A very well-acted film, moving without necessarily giving a concrete sense of why it is. I really rather enjoyed it, though some of its poetry seems to have rubbed off on me. What's so great about being normal, anyway?
I have no idea how realistic the characters were in terms of their various mental conditions and quirks and so forth, and certainly not how they should interact with one another, yet the movie gave a fascinatingly jarring sense of how we "normal" people look at those who are not: namely, the mentally challenged, the worst fringe of society, our forgotten. Here are many such people, and every time each one comes into contact with another, you, as the viewer, find yourself completely clueless as to the actions that will follow. These characters do not act normally, because they are not normal. Yet each has managed to find something in their lives that they hold as normal, and which lends them a sense of security, however unbelievable normal people may find the idea.
A very well-acted film, moving without necessarily giving a concrete sense of why it is. I really rather enjoyed it, though some of its poetry seems to have rubbed off on me. What's so great about being normal, anyway?
The War Raging Within
OoOoooooHhh.... I'm a sickie.
Mighty sinus cold headache thing all day yesterday, which woke me up yesterday morning at the ungodly hour of seven thirty. Seven thirty isn't usually an ungodly hour, this is true, but Saturdays measure time slightly differently. Either way I used my sickishness as an excuse to watch movies all day. I saw Robin Hood: Men In Tights, Disturbing Behaviour (yes, I know, I spell like a Brit, shaddup), Paycheck, The Longest Yard, and lots of other movies that my sick skull won't allow me to recall. Damn the thing.
Today I'm moderately better, as the balloon pressurizing my skull has deflated to the point of a lack of pain but not to the point of nonexistence. Unfortunately that means that my headcold has migrated to my chest, and now I'm coughing rather than holding my head and groaning. My ears have retained their painful infliction on the sides of my head, though. No hard rock right now, please God no.
Fun fun for me. Moving on.
On a completely unrelated note, the notion of the MacBook Air has been plaguing me since seeing the guided tour showing it off. The fact that you can preorder it online for a min. price of $1800, free shipping, is nice. The problem is that when I last looked, it was $1400... must be supply/demand crap. Now I'm sorry I missed out, but if I had the money, I would snatch it up in a heartbeat. As it is I'll have to find a job. Hopefully it'll be the one at the YMCA that I've been going to send in the application for and haven't yet.
Estoy perezoso, yo sabe. Anyway. Going to go take some decongestant and bombard my sluggish brain with more media. Later.
Mighty sinus cold headache thing all day yesterday, which woke me up yesterday morning at the ungodly hour of seven thirty. Seven thirty isn't usually an ungodly hour, this is true, but Saturdays measure time slightly differently. Either way I used my sickishness as an excuse to watch movies all day. I saw Robin Hood: Men In Tights, Disturbing Behaviour (yes, I know, I spell like a Brit, shaddup), Paycheck, The Longest Yard, and lots of other movies that my sick skull won't allow me to recall. Damn the thing.
Today I'm moderately better, as the balloon pressurizing my skull has deflated to the point of a lack of pain but not to the point of nonexistence. Unfortunately that means that my headcold has migrated to my chest, and now I'm coughing rather than holding my head and groaning. My ears have retained their painful infliction on the sides of my head, though. No hard rock right now, please God no.
Fun fun for me. Moving on.
On a completely unrelated note, the notion of the MacBook Air has been plaguing me since seeing the guided tour showing it off. The fact that you can preorder it online for a min. price of $1800, free shipping, is nice. The problem is that when I last looked, it was $1400... must be supply/demand crap. Now I'm sorry I missed out, but if I had the money, I would snatch it up in a heartbeat. As it is I'll have to find a job. Hopefully it'll be the one at the YMCA that I've been going to send in the application for and haven't yet.
Estoy perezoso, yo sabe. Anyway. Going to go take some decongestant and bombard my sluggish brain with more media. Later.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Earthly Advancement
The beginner's drawing course so far has proved enormously basic for my artistic sensibilities. So today I collected some of my past works and went to my teacher (late, I might add - my alarm had been set on a silenced cell phone, unfortunately) to inquire as to my inappropriate placement. Being a man of few words as he is, he looked over my work and murmured a "Good" or two where he felt necessary. The only reason I know he was actually impressed with my work is that he asked me questions about certain works I had done, especially with my black-on-white computer illustrated work. He also asked me more than once if what I drew was from my head or from a model. I insisted that most of what I did was without reference of any kind, to which he replied that, "If you really don't look at anything to do these, they're really good."
I tried very hard to take offense, but I really can't. He doesn't know me or what I do... if I were him I wouldn't believe me either, though I might have been a little more tactful about my skepticism. It's okay. I'll prove to him what I can do.
I tried very hard to take offense, but I really can't. He doesn't know me or what I do... if I were him I wouldn't believe me either, though I might have been a little more tactful about my skepticism. It's okay. I'll prove to him what I can do.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Free Technology
Two of the best words used together in the history of technology.
My mother received this $140 MP3 player from a friend of hers. Who apparently couldn't get it to work, got a replacement, and just gave the first one away to a friend "with smart daughters".
It's only a REALLY COOL PLAYER. Slick, great controls, simple and easy to access once you get the hang of the menu layout... it's Shuffle-like in its comparative simplicity, only this MP3 player has a screen. The only complaint I have so far with the player is with the lack of "Delete This Song" option. Other than that it's pretty much wicked sweet.
The software that you have to use with the player, however? Extremely detrimental to the deal. Sony's program developers are SERIOUSLY slacking off. Convoluted and somewhat ambiguous UI, with bad visual design and horrible error reporting methods (read: popups. Not only that, but redundant popups). And even the error reports the program has are flawed: the program reported errors with the file transfer process that never happened. And the transfer time for downloading to the player is only okay if you're looking for the equivalent of a commercial break on your comp in order to go grab a snack.
Also, the Import Music option for the program's library (crucial if you have a remote connection) doesn't actually allow you to access outside your network. Only your local drives are allowed. In order to access an outside resource, you have to manually find the folder through the "Import Song" setting. Even if you use Ctrl+A to highlight and import all the songs in the folder, it takes FOR-EV-ER to import them to the library. I'm talking 20 min to import only about a hundred songs.
As if that wasn't bad enough, you have to register your MP3 player with the online store before you can even use anything. That's really annoying if you just want to load a couple of songs on the thing just to test out the player. GRARG.
This was all found in 10 min of using the dumb program.
In conclusion, I resented the fact that you had to download an entirely new program to load your music in the first place, let alone get an amateurish program out of the bargain. I am not impressed.
I still like the player though.
My mother received this $140 MP3 player from a friend of hers. Who apparently couldn't get it to work, got a replacement, and just gave the first one away to a friend "with smart daughters".
It's only a REALLY COOL PLAYER. Slick, great controls, simple and easy to access once you get the hang of the menu layout... it's Shuffle-like in its comparative simplicity, only this MP3 player has a screen. The only complaint I have so far with the player is with the lack of "Delete This Song" option. Other than that it's pretty much wicked sweet.
The software that you have to use with the player, however? Extremely detrimental to the deal. Sony's program developers are SERIOUSLY slacking off. Convoluted and somewhat ambiguous UI, with bad visual design and horrible error reporting methods (read: popups. Not only that, but redundant popups). And even the error reports the program has are flawed: the program reported errors with the file transfer process that never happened. And the transfer time for downloading to the player is only okay if you're looking for the equivalent of a commercial break on your comp in order to go grab a snack.
Also, the Import Music option for the program's library (crucial if you have a remote connection) doesn't actually allow you to access outside your network. Only your local drives are allowed. In order to access an outside resource, you have to manually find the folder through the "Import Song" setting. Even if you use Ctrl+A to highlight and import all the songs in the folder, it takes FOR-EV-ER to import them to the library. I'm talking 20 min to import only about a hundred songs.
As if that wasn't bad enough, you have to register your MP3 player with the online store before you can even use anything. That's really annoying if you just want to load a couple of songs on the thing just to test out the player. GRARG.
This was all found in 10 min of using the dumb program.
In conclusion, I resented the fact that you had to download an entirely new program to load your music in the first place, let alone get an amateurish program out of the bargain. I am not impressed.
I still like the player though.
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Tablature
This is a manga called DeathNote.
This is the fantasy webcomics section of the webcomic library.
This is a fantasy comic.
This is where I want to go on my vacation.
This is a parkour vid.
This is a freerunning vid.
This is a webcomic I was going to explore and forgot to.
This is a page that tells you if you need a passport to get into the Bahamas.
This is for this summer. Or maybe I'll just get a job.
This is the fantasy webcomics section of the webcomic library.
This is a fantasy comic.
This is where I want to go on my vacation.
This is a parkour vid.
This is a freerunning vid.
This is a webcomic I was going to explore and forgot to.
This is a page that tells you if you need a passport to get into the Bahamas.
This is for this summer. Or maybe I'll just get a job.
Trying New Things
I don't usually like anime or manga, and avoid it whenever possible (with the exception of the American anime Avatar). However this Death Note is actually rather well-drawn, with a fantastic lack of chibi characters at emotional or "punchline" moments. Storyline is interesting as well.
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