Thirteen

A lot of odd stuff happened today.

Like, I dreamt of being drugged to unconsciousness in a dream I had last night. Normally, my dreams either make no real sense at all, or it has Calabrese in it somewhere, so that was kind of unusual for me. I looked it up and, according to my dream book, it meant to watch out for aggressive scammers. Like, people who would try to sell you aspirin after they had just stabbed you. Even Joe couldn't think of what that meant when I had told him.

Come later today, people from the electric company came over. This, is also not usual, because quite honestly, we owe them money.

So, I let them in. They use our phone.

Then, they have me talk to someone on the phone.

"This call may be monitored for quality assurance. Do you agree to this?"

"Uh....to the recording, yes."

"Good. This is your name, house, and telephone number, correct? And you agree to sign up--"

"Wait. Are you...from PECO? Is this PECO?"

"...
No, ma'am. We are a different energy supplier. Did the gentleman tell you he was from PECO?"

"YES. *scowl*

Please, do not sign me up for anything. I decline all offers."

"I will not. And just so you know, he was not to tell you he was from PECO. We will have to talk to him when he gets back."

Then, the guy turns to me and actually tries to defend himself. To which, I flat out tell him that everything he said was highly misleading, and that yes, he did in so many words tell me he was from our electric company.

He gets huffy, and swears that 'more PECO employees' will be back to get me to sign off on some papers.

Oh, really? I think. Why would you be so adamant about this if you were my supplier?

So, I did what anyone else would. I call PECO.

And after so many times of bouncing around on their menu, I get someone on the line.

"Hi, I don't even know if I'm at the right department to ask this question, but, is your company sending people out to sign up for a new energy plan?"

"No, ma'am, we would never go door-to-door for anything."

"Ok, because this guy was here, and said more employees would be out here until I signed some papers..."

"No, he is not with PECO. We would never do things like that. Did he tell you he was an employee?"

"Yeah."

"Mmmn. Yeah, we don't operate like that. He's probably another supplier, saying he works for, is affiliated with, supplies connections for or something along those lines."

Aah, healthy paranoia.

Then, I tell Joe.
To which, he reminds me of my dream.

Cue the music, aaaaaand....

Spooky...!

Anyway, to get to the real part of the post, I have two pictures tonight, both of which I did back in 2008. There are, obviously, things that should be fixed, but, I kinda like them with their flaws and all. Maybe you will too.

A butterfly-esque lady. No real title, but, I always thought it reminded me of something someone might get as a tattoo. A little bit of it got cut off because this was the only picture I took where it wasn't a blurry mess. I'm sure you could fill in the small blanks though.

An evil frog-chicken thing.

That's actually what I wrote on the paper after I did this. And I still have no idea what this is. But, it's cool...I guess?

Here's a bonus picture. I was cooking the other night when I found this in the baby carrot bag.

Looks like someone needs some pills and pumps.



Heh. <3

That's all for now, folks.

Come back again next week if you like what you see.

And please don't be afraid to comment.

Until then.



Twelve

Yes, it's been a while.
Longer than a mere week, I know.

To be honest, I couldn't create a damned thing while I was away, and I had to have a bit of 'recovery' time when I got back for me to even have a single productive thought in my head. And, before you think I was out living it up every night, let me just tell you that I very rarely drink. Also, I was with my parents and my 7 year old the whole time. Not exactly a group you would go bar hopping or dancing with. (Not like I do that in the first place...no friends + being poor = extremely limited social interactions.)

So, I did a little bit of drawing this week. Nothing epic, but fun.

Enjoy. <3

A picture of...me.

Again? Yes, again. I have an enormous ego, donchaknow.

But sometimes when I go out for walks at night, I feel...uh...special, I guess. It's kind of hard to describe. Like the night belongs to me. And there exists an energy out there under the moon that recharges my batteries. 

That sounds completely mental, I know. Kinda surprised I even put that out there, actually...

Oh, and Gloopy, you ask? See also: The Aquabats Super Show.

LOVES IT.

A random...thing.

I originally was going to draw some sort of zombie, but after I drew the skull and arms, it kind of mutated into this. Cool, right? 

Ghostwolf!

I read Bobby Calabrese's latest Blog post and just...could not resist.

Yeah, I need help. I know.

But...do I, really? <3

So, that's it for now.

I have a bit of a fever due to my cold urticaria acting up at the moment, so I'm betting this reads a little on the flat side. My apologies.

More neat things to come though.

Until then.



Eleven.5

Not a real post, but an update.

Yes, I will be gone for over a week, starting this Sunday.
You're sad, I'm sad...trust me. I wouldn't go if I didn't have to.

To tide some of you over until the next installment though, I did just post a big entry on my other Blog. So, you know, go enjoy that for a while. Or not. The choice is yours.

And, should you be so inclined, you can head over to http://exdementia.net and whittle away some time there. <3

Until then.

Eleven

So, as you all may or may not know, I try to make a post regularly...usually once a week. And I try to make that day Sunday. Not for any asthetic reasons er whatnot, but, more of a convenience for me.

And here we are.
At one in the morning.
Technically, Wednesday.

Summer is kind of busy for me, if you can't tell. And the fact that I may or may not be gone for 8 days next week isn't helping. Not my choice, mind you.

So I cringe at my tardiness. I weep for my stolen time. I mourn for the ideas that have no chance of being made.

But, what can I do, really? Short of ignoring things that obviously need my attention, and not 'paying my dues' when I need to, I'd have to be like, a time lord er something. Or...time wizard. Time supreme-master-infinite-awesome-overlord-diety. With an ocarina and the phone booth from Bill & Ted.

All this, mind you, is me leading up to this, my eventual apology.

I'm sorry. <3

I have but one thing to offer tonight. And, honestly, it's not even all that wonderful. It was written in 2000 to boot.

For a friend, at the last minute, for Halloween. And the only copy I have is one that she typed & emailed out herself, so it's chock full of un-English stuff.

More on that stuff later, though.

Anyway...on with....the thingie. Heh...

November 14th. A day I'll live to remember.

Three newly accused witches to set before a judge and jury, with the hopes of something to do this afternoon...namely, an execution. It was very likely they would die, though, considering how judge McCain has only ever let one person go - his son. And out of the thousands trialed, including his own wife, all have met their fate by the fire all too soon. Puritans were sticklers for things like that.

"Order! Order!

Will the accused step forward please? And...how do you plead?"

"Sir...I think I speak for my sisters when I say we are not the deamons you think us to be. We are law abiding--"

"Quiet! I shall give you one last chance. Plead possesion now, and perhaps I will let you live.
Otherwise...start begging the jury now."

The courtroom was bustling over with conflicting thoughts and deadly ideas. The children stood there, plae and clammy, scared to death of what was all around them. McCain was growing increasingly impatient as the voices grew louder with every second that passed by. Salvation was slipping away before them.

"Dear people of the jury, have you reached a verdict?"

"Yes, your Honor. We have. We the jury find the defendants...guilty of all charges!"

Guilty of all charges. It pierced through the room just as a bullet would through the air. Stillness shattered everyone's ears, and time was lost for only a moment for everyone but the children.

"I, judge McCain, upon hearing the judgement of the jury declare that Mary, Christine and Mark Tucker are hereby sentenced to death by burning at the stake. Execution will be carried out one hour from now."

The elected guardsmen carried all three of them away to a mossy, damp, pitch-black cell where they were told to repent before God. There, they sat, fearful and crying, awaiting the fate and fury at hand. Time raced away, and soon the moment arrived. The death of innocence.

The same two people who had locked them in the darkness came back to deliver them unto the crowd. They pushed and knocked people out of the way...the judge had wanted a fast exectuion. The stakes were set in a nest of hay, smothered in a flamible liquid. Mary, Christine and Mark didnt fight when they tied them to the poles...it was useless. The crowd cried for their blood, so the executioner didnt keep them in anticipation for long. The torch was dropped, and the flames engulfed them all. God only knows how much pain they went through. Their screams could be heard for miles away, and the smell of burning flesh was there for months after. I still remember it now years later.

After all, I was there.

Yeah, so, like I said...

Written in October of 2000, when I just turned 17 a few months before. This is what I was doing during my history class that day, so, 45 minutes or so this took to scribble out. For my friend, who had asked me the period before, because later that night she needed a story to read to...some youth group thingie. And she specifically told me not to write anything stereotypical, so I went with witch death.

Yes, for 10-12 year olds.

Does that make me horrible? Maybe.

I didnt think so at the time, though. Much like a lot of things...

Ah, well.
That's history now.
(Puns, puns!)

Leave any comments/questions/flames/praises/baked goods below.

Until then.

Ten

So, here we are at number 10.

Feels kinda good, doesn't it?
Almost...like I've accomplished something. Heh. <3

Oh, and the 11 by 14 envelopes were found, by the way, and things were mailed out yesterday. Now I just hope that it's received well, and I don't come off as crazy. (At least, not the bad kind, anyway.)

On with the pictures!



 

My dear, sweet, Yume. Yes, the same Yume whose eyes you saw last time. Here she is, in full form. (Now, I just need to draw her in her other forms.) She's actually based off of me, when I was 16. Don't mind the pirate hook much...for some reason I couldn't think of what to do with her left hand.

"My Pet"

More morbid pictures. Did you think they were gone? Psssht.

There's a lot I'd like to change in this one. I tried to go with a slightly different style, and I'm not liking it much. But, hey! Lots of blood! Yaaay!

"Passhina"

Don't really know what the name means...it just kinda came to me.

Wasn't supposed to look like a girl, but, no matter what I did that night, 'woman' just never came forth. Makes it slightly more disturbing, though.

Holy carp, a painting!

Yup, I've been known to dabble. Uh, not exactly my chosen medium though. I guess my brain is wired to cartoons/comics. This is a werewolf-shadow thingie. Or a werewolf silhouette. Something. You decide.

Aaand, that's all I have loaded into the computer for now.

I've been trying to punch out more writings, so my 'art' has been lacking these past few weeks. I'll try to have either more drawings or, at the very least a writing up here soon, so, don't lose faith in me yet, folks. The cauldron is always brewing.

Also, here's something cool:

http://exdementia.net/

New show coming up August 25th in NY. Do check them out and buy their merch. <3

Like always, any suggestions/comments/love/hate/cupcakes greatly appreciated.

Until then.

Nine

I made a pretty random post in "Closet of Things", so, I've decided to make it a pair of random posts.

Regardless of what I did to these pics, though, they still look fuzzy. My apologies.

Enjoy, if you will.

Yes, that's a Pikachu and a viking. I drew these and the two below on a 'whatevs' page, warming my hand up for the thing I have yet to send in the mail. (11x14 envelopes are such a pain in the ass to find...)

Cat guy on the right, semi-romantic Yume and Kage on the left, complete with Utena quote. Who are Yume and Kage? They were teenagers that were the main focus of my comic book. Best friends turned opposite forces...love and death ensued.

I still think about them as if I were still writing and drawing with them. Sadly, aside from a random thing here and there, that's not the case these days.

On this page, there was also a zombie Jigglypuff and an Akira Toriyama joke.

That got ruined.

Because someone ate Easter grass.

She's probably the cutest thing I've ever done. Bats in general are sweet to me, so having one like this makes my teeth hurt.

And if I was any good at graphics, I would of put some cherry blossoms er something in the back. Oh, compu-lamentation....

"Why Some Monsters Shouldn't Wear Hats".

Yes, that's the actual name I gave it. Self explanatory as to why.

Well, I'm leaving it at that for now.

I'm kind of tired, so this post might feel a little stiff.

And I'm kind of happy I didn't make a dirty joke right there.

More and better posts in the future, folks.

Until then.

Eight

Aah, I'm back again. <3
Did you miss me?

So, as it goes now, I have a brand new laptop, that is mine and mine alone. It's not as aesthetically pleasing as the last one, but from what I know, it makes up for it in sheer compu power. But, nothing a barrage of stickers cant fix, right?

Joe is getting one of his own too, via work. This way, we can jam up the individual memories with our own collective vices.

Speaking of, if you notice to the right, I have a brand new Blog. It's sole purpose is to have a place to bleed the non-creative randomness that would otherwise come out in here. So, you know...go there if you want to hear me kawaii-pine over Chococat stuff or gush over you-know-who.

I'm in the process of tweaking with some pictures, so I'll post them as I get to them. For now, you can scope out these few sketches I have that I did upon request from Sarah. (See my last real post if you have no idea what I'm talking about.)

I bet you thought you'd never see it...CUTE!

Oh, and no 'yerfing' or 'yiffing', please.

Kitty! I actually used to do a lot of these furry-esque creatures years ago. I even had a whole social and societal system that went with them, as they were actually going to be part of my comic book. Did I mention I used to have a comic book? Nothing formal...just me drawing and posting it around. If you notice, she's missing her tail. My bad. 

Emo dog. And rabbit girl's right hand. Heh...

The rest of rabbit girl! For some reason, I feel this need to pierce all animal ears if I draw them like this.

This guy is kind of adorable. He was supposed to be part of a children's book I was working on before the last laptop ate all my work. Hopefully I'll break out of my current literary funk and get back to that...

Giant chicken.

Awesome.

I think I'll leave it at that for now. Again, if you have a request for something, or have something to say about anything I have here or on any other post, please don't be shy about posting a comment. Feedback is welcome on all levels.

More to come later this week, I hope. Depending on schedules and all.

Until then.