Feed Me To Stones

Faker

Mon, 12 May 2008 08:33:54 GMT

Faker
Original linework by Jock

I'm not exactly sure how long this one took me to paint, but I'm guessing somewhere between 4 and 5 hours. I'm REALLY happy with how it came out! The style is very different from the actual comicbook, which I'm glad of. I like the style, but I wanted to showcase my own style, yo.

I came across the scan of this page earlier today while looking through an interview with Jock. I figured I had so much fun working on Weshoyot's piece, I wanted to try something a bit more complex. I didn't asked his permission, but intend to. If he isn't happy with my using his stuff I'll take it down, 'cause that's fair. So get your comments out now!

ART ATTACK! Pew! Pew!

Sun, 11 May 2008 11:20:12 GMT

Vanya, from the comic Umbrella Academy

Lineart is by the amazing artist Weshoyot. This is the first place I'm posting it 'cause I didn't exactly get permission to paint it, heh. It's a funny story, really.

I was looking at art on DA to practice coloring on. Mostly just to warm myself up to continue coloring Damned Amanda - They Command Her, something I've been working on for for months now. I keep stalling on that one, so I figured if I got my mind off it for a while I could come back to it fresh. So, I found Vanya here.

Four hours of painting later I had this, and I am VERY proud of it, I must say. I'm still looking for critique, so if you've got anything to point out please do. But for a side project, it sure looks better than my other stuff, haha!

But yeah, I've sent her a message to ask permission to post it, as I'll credit her fo sho. But yeah, go check her stuff out. She's got mad skillz.

Original Linework | Her coloring of it

SPACED! Being released in the US! GLEE!

Sat, 10 May 2008 10:31:28 GMT

Oh fuck yes! Spaced, my favorite TV show, is finally getting released in the US! It's a UK based comedy series that ran for two seasons, co-starred Simon Pegg and Jessica Stevenson, and featured Nick Frost among other folk. IT'S HILARIOUS, and not in that pretentious frou-frou UK style humor. It's funny in the way you low-brow types can appreciate!

Yes, I insulted everybody on my friends list. You'll take it, an you'll like it. Then you'll buy me this DVD.

Do it now! DO IT!

-J'ust BUY ME THIS THING!

Spaced Out

Sat, 10 May 2008 09:15:57 GMT

I had some very odd dreams last night.

The first one began with me being on a college campus, walking and talking with a deaf guy with a really strange name that started with a B sound. Sometimes he was black, sometimes he was white, but he consistently had on a blue shirt. More importantly, he was a pretty cool dude, even if a little hard to talk to (the whole deaf thing, and I think he had ADHD).

Somehow our conversation moved into Stargate: Atlantis, and how much he hated that show. Of course I was appalled, seeing as how that's one hell of an awesome show and plainly everybody knows that! So of course it makes sense that as we rounded a building we walked into Stargate command... sort of. Okay, so it was really just an alleyway behind a warehouse, but dream logic decided it was the entrance to stargate command.

I mean, it was pretty obvious. There were a lot of dead bodies scattered around after all.

We both kind of freaked but decided to go inside anyway, I guess we thought there were cookies inside or something (that's the only explanation when you think about it). Inside it wasn't any better. In fact, the body closest to was was that of Colonel Shepherd, who was... very much dead looking.

Until he opened his eyes and looked at us. Then closed his eyes again quickly, hoping we hadn't seen him. The guy I was with, funnily enough, didn't see this and went in to investigate. By this point I already knew something scary was going on and tried calling him back.

My bad, I forgot he was deaf.

So I'm slamming on the wall, screaming, trying anything to get him to get away from the body. I refuse to move from the doorway, and I keep looking around making sure I'm safe. My heart is racing, 'cause I know what's going to happen and I'm too afraid to move in and stop it. So the inevitable happens.

Shepherd suddenly snaps to life, and... kisses the guy. Full on tongue action, really hot despite the whole... dead... thing. But that wasn't the end of that, oh no. See, in the middle of the making out another dude comes out from behind and goes in for the guys neck.

And rips out a big chunk. A flesh bridge connected the two, and it made me feel nauseous. Then another went in for a bite, and that's when I took my leave.

I booked it as fast as I could back the way I came, two zombies hot on my trail. I kept thinking to myself "Thank god I've been working out" because I wasn't winded, and I was aware of how not-winded I was. But this didn't change the fact that there were two zombies running after me; one guy, one girl.

I made it through a chain link fence and slammed the gate shut, and ran away. I heard the two slam into the fence, the metal rattling against itself.

"Oh, that's bullshit!" One of the zombies cried out. I skidded to a stop and turned around, looking at the very annoyed zombie-guy looking all pissed.

The girl rolled her eyes (it was pretty gross, really). "Come on, man. That's not fair!" I looked from one zombie to the other, and sighing with exasperation I went back to the fence and opened the gate again before running away.

Because that is the logical thing to do.

It was about here I woke up for the first time. No reason why, 'cept my eyes decided "Time to open!" Unfortunately my brain decided "No it's not." and so I was left there with my eyes half open, staring at the blank space of wall under my window and above the heater wondering what the fuck that dream was all about.

It was funny 'cause the only part that I had any fear of the whole situation was right before that guy I was with-- with the B sounding name-- got his neck torn apart. Other than that, I didn't really feel much of anything. It was like I was playing a video game I'd played several times before, one which I already knew what to do and it was just a matter of doing it right again.

Boredom, that's what it's called. I felt pretty bored, and a bit annoyed.

So being both bored and annoyed in my waking life now, I decided to get back to sleep.

This time I was a Roman soldier (but not the skimpy robe wearing sort). I was walking in line with a bunch of other soldiers, on our way to do battle with a rival group. I'm not sure why anymore, but there was a legitimate reason in my dream (I assume a bad game of pogs was involved).

But to get to the part of the country where the battle was to take place we had to travel through a canyon, one where yet another rival group was at. We weren't at war with these people, but we were very much on not-good terms.

As we walked through the canyon we were confronted by a pretty good sized group of them. Our side called for them to let us pass, and no harm would come to them. So it makes sense that one of would figure "Fuck that, I'm here to stab people!" And he happened to stab the guy next to me, twisting the tip of the blade in the boys chest (I don't think he died, but that's really rude no matter what the case).

So still trying to salvage and possibility for a truce, the leader of our group decided "quid pro quo" and ordered that a similar looking guy from near the middle of the group come forward to receive a stabbing as well. Fair is fair, I guess.

A REAL battle almost broke out. Thank god the messenger from our home town came back first to tell us yet ANOTHER faction was invading our city, so we had to get back ASAP to grab what we could and get out-- I guess having the army defend the town just wasn't really worth it by that point.

So after we get back (really short walk, really) I grab a few things, throw them in a hobo-hankerchief-on-a-stick thing and start walking with the rest of the townspeople toward... somewhere.

I kept talking with this one woman, I think she had a kid with her, who was really pretty nice. At least she wasn't stabbing people, I guess. As we're walking along the scenery slowly transitions from Roman sand-and-dirt surroundings into somewhat modern looking stuff, subtly at first. I mean, we were all dressed and acted much the same dirty primitive way but things were slowly changing.

Then I dropped my hobo-stick-thing into some water. No idea how, but it was an excuse for the lady I was with to walk into the stream to grab it for me.

"This?" She asks, pulling a white bag out of the water. I pursed my lips, confused.

"No... That's a garbage bag." Filled with garbage, no less. She drops it and grabs something else.

"How about this?"

"That's another one..."

This went on for another two bags before she finally found the right one. Ah well, c'est le vie I guess.

So we get to an intersection and... well, wait. It's a modern day intersection, designed to look like a Las Vegas interpretation of Roman era stuff-- only it looks kind of Egyptian... or... Atlantian? I don't know, it was interesting and really cool, but indescribable. I think Olek from Legends of The Hidden Temple was somewhere in the mix.

We get to a hotel-- a big fancy place, with a bunch of Roman refugees just kinda hanging out being depressing. I walk up to the guy at the counter, trying to figure out what to do. I couldn't read the signs because they were in this weird language-- probably English, or something crazy impossible like that. The guy looks at me, concern on his face.

"Can I help you?"

I fumble over my words, my pathetic hobo-stick-thing dripping on the floor behind me. "I, uh... How do I ... What do I do?"

He nods sympathetically. "Are you with the big group who just arrived?" I nod. "Okay," he says as he grabs out a book. "Do you want to be here for just the night, or did you just want to book a month solid?"

I shrugged, confused as hell. See, I didn't have any money, especially not for a fancy place like this. All I had left in the world was my soggy handkerchief with xenu knows what in it.

That's about when I got the word.

See, it wasn't just a rival army who had invaded our fair city. It was a giant monster... one that was headed right toward our hotel. So I said fuck this and got ready to leave.

As I was about to leave I heard the guy behind the counter on the phone with a cheaper hotel, trying to find me a place to go. So I thought to myself "Fuck this, I'm going home." And I left.

Home, it seems, is my grandparents old house/Dad's current house as like 1 in the morning. I looked into my old handkerchief and noticed that my drenched cellphone had several missed calls-- all from my mom and older sister. Then my phone died.

Thankfully I didn't have to worry about calling them back. My mom was in an ice cream truck (the ding-dong trucks, big white industrial looking truck things they sold REAL ice cream from growing up). She was yelling at my older sister through the overhead intercom as she walked along outside. My little sister-- suddenly three-years-old again-- was walking in the middle of the street, looking confused. I told her to get out of the street, and she looked up at me confused. So I picked her up.

This was about the point my mom decided to drive right at me, about to hit me. Fortunately for me, another car came out of nowhere and sideswiped her.

And I woke up.

It was very confusing, and I'm surprised how much of the dreams I actually remember (several hours later). Neat, huh?

The Executive Sweet

Mon, 05 May 2008 00:57:15 GMT

A few weeks ago I visited a small airport in Camarillo with my friend Kristine, her dad, and my little sister Robyn. While there we had the opportunity to snoop around the inside of a B52 bomber called The Executive Sweet. I posted some of the photos online today, go check 'em out!

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insaneknight74

Sun, 04 May 2008 05:11:03 GMT

Okay, so I have yet to post the third day of my trip to Olympia. I'll get on that tonight. I've just been busy with various writing and art related projects which I'll post about another time. But THIS just needed to be posted NOW!

Some random guy on BuzzNet sent me a message, and... well... It's just fun and stupid. Light read, so it's fun.

==========Original Message==========
From: insaneknight74
Date: 05/03/2008 8:39 PM
Subject : Do it

Do it do it do it.
You won't no balls

==========Original Message==========
From: germbot
Date: 05/03/2008 9:06 PM
Subject : Re: Do it

*does it*

There, I did it. You happy?

==========Original Message==========
From: insaneknight74
Date: 05/03/2008 9:12 PM
Subject : Re: Do it

If you did it how can you still be alive. Just kill yourself dude.

==========Original Message==========
From: germbot
Date: 05/03/2008 9:14 PM
Subject : Re: Do it

Are you coming onto me? 'Cause it's not the worst pick-up line I've heard, I must admit.

==========Original Message==========
From: insaneknight74
Date: 05/03/2008 9:16 PM
Subject : Re: Do it

No I am straight i just want you to pull the trigger.

==========Original Message==========
From: germbot
Date: 05/03/2008 9:32 PM
Subject : Re: Do it

Yeah, I've heard that one before. The line was shortly followed by a money shot, bruising, and a forty dollar taxi tab I had to do... unfavorable things... to pay.

==========Original Message==========
From: insaneknight74
Date: 05/03/2008 9:37 PM
Subject : Re: Do it

Fag.

==========Original Message==========
From: germbot
Date: 05/03/2008 9:38 PM
Subject : Re: Do it

Says the guy named 'insaneknight' who randomly messaged me suggesting I kill myself. With bad grammar, mind you.

==========Original Message==========
From: insaneknight74
Date: 05/03/2008 9:40 PM
Subject : Re: Do it

How do you figure bad grammar?

==========Original Message==========
From: germbot
Date: 05/03/2008 9:55 PM
Subject : Re: Do it

Your first message reads:

Do it do it do it.
You won't no balls

First glaring issue is the line "You won't no balls[.]" It took me a moment to deduce what you were getting at with that line, but I figured (rightfully so, I imagined) that you meant 'You don't have the balls,' or 'you won't, no balls.' Which is to say 'You won't because you don't have the courage to do so.'

And if I wanted to nit-pick I'd talk about the lack of proper commas in the first line, and improper use of line-breaks. But this is the internet, and folk like e e cummings have paved the way for creative expression through willful misuse of accepted literary rules.

Now, I assume that the message was sent in jest with nothing but humor in its intention, albeit reeking of juvenile net-boy. That's why I didn't go running off to a mod to report you, especially after you suggested I kill myself. There is, after all, a photo of me with a gun to my head. Hell, I thought it cute in a way when you called me a fag after it's such plainly available information if you bothered looking-- not to mention the joke was leading down that alley anyhow. But this is where I'm going to choose to step off, as the pathos you're displaying was cute while it lasted but I'm pretty much done.

I'm only responding at this length because I'm bored, and I'm curious to see if you bother to read it all (which isn't a challenge so much as a point of interest). I might respond if you respond again, but know that I'm going to journal this because it's just so damned awkwardly cute that I can't let this disappear into the digital crypt of the internet without an audience. My roommates alone have found a chuckle out of it as well.

By the way, I am typing in a hoighty-toighty fashion just to see if I can piss you off.

With love,
J

Olympa, Day 2; Saturday

Wed, 30 Apr 2008 09:03:54 GMT

Today I was a whale!

Even though it was saturday, Colin still had school. I was about to type something to the effect of "had the misfortunate of having class," but in reality that'd be a misrepresentation. Apparently, he really likes his classes. That's a common theme amongst the students there, at least with the ones I met. The students really love this school.

There's a few (lot?) of exceptions, but they're the kind of people I wouldn't take too seriously anyway. There was your typical liberal college-town graffiti like "REVOLT" and the anarchy symbol. But there was also the sentiment-- graciously tagged on the elevator wall, right next to the dried loogies-- that the school (possibly all school) was a waste of time. Whatever, those people are a waste of MY time. Losers. Seriously.

After he got out of class we went to grab a bite to eat. Everywhere we went, everyone kept talking about something they called Procession. Are you going to Procession? What're you going to be? You finished with your costume? He'd told me about a few weeks prior, but I'd basically forgotten about it in the midst of moving and everything. And even while it was explained, I still didn't quite 'get' what it was.

So when we got there, I must admit that the colorful ocean of people crowding the streets of the state capitol were a sight to behold.

'Procession Of The Species,' as best as I could gather from the cacophony and chaos, is when the entire city of Olympia and it's surrounding areas either a) dress up like animals and parade through the streets of the city and act a fool, or b) come out to watch the freak show.

"So," Colin interjected my thoughts as we were wandering through the crowds and checking out the animals. He was dressed as a three-toed tree sloth (moderately discernible, haha). "You've got to make the decision. Do you want to be in the parade, or do you want to just watch?"

Earlier he'd mentioned that his friend was wrangling people to help with a float. I thought about it for a moment, even though I'd already made up my mind. "I think I want to be a whale." And so, after some poking around and trying to find the proper person I became a part of a whale for the day.

It was a long float, I don't even know for sure how long exactly. Actually, when I got underneath the thing I really couldn't honestly say I knew how much of anything looked. I was sealed off from the world, barring a few short moments here and there. See, what my time under the float consisted of awkwardly walking slowly, holding the thing at about neck level. Every ten to fifteen feet we'd stop, a guy in the front would shoot glitter from the blow horn and we'd raise the whole whale in a 'wave' fashion... twice.

IT WAS AWESOME!

There were a lot of other rad floats and people I saw walking around as well. The coolest, I must admit, was this INSANELY large group of women (and a few men) dressed as pink flamingos, dancing the entire route in unison. It was so neat! The guy leading the group made me laugh, too. He was a very effeminate chicano dude with a mustache and ponytail, and he was totally into the dancing.

After the parade we-- including Tez, Jonah, and Julian-- wandered around the town for a while trying to find food. Eventually we found a hole-in-the-wall joint that turned out to be less a hole-in-the-wall, and more a somewhat chic joint once you walked inside. The service was fast, the food delicious, and our group obscene. Colin was shoeless and had face 'paint,' the rest were just hilariously obscene. I totally dig that crowd.

The attempt to camp

After dinner, we watched Fievel Goes West. I had forgotten how much I loved that cartoon. So much thought had gone into it, and I miss that much attention to detail and intricate work on animation. I need to watch An American Tale real soon, followed by Never Ending Story 1 and 2 just to round out the childhood favorite movies.

After the movie Colin gave Tez a call to see if he wanted to go out to the tree house with us. Apparently, it seems, somewhere in the wood are three separate tree houses built by students. It sounded really neat.

We grabbed our stuff and went to go meet up with Tez at another dorm. When we arrived we were greeted by a room full of of geeks and nerds sitting around the table with the unmistakable aura of Dungeons and Dragons amongst them. Not to mention the dice, paper, and twenty-minute arguments about a move that'd take less than a second in real life. That was a pretty solid clue, too.

Man, something about being around fellow dorks just makes me feel at home. Being offered part of a giant cookie helped too. I have to say, I really like the college vibe. I kind of miss it... Okay, I miss it a lot, but still. It was fun.

This is also where I really got to understand just how horrible and vindictive a person, hahaha. See, it seems Colin has a tendency to hurt people. Never intentionally (or so the tales go), but his friends regaled me of nut-smacking and boob-punching. Also, of dislocated legs.

The leg thing is my favorite tale of woe and ouchies. One of his friends, it seems, went through a period of time where he was particularly annoying.

"He'd hide behind things, and when someone would walk by he'd run out behind them and jump on their back screaming 'Surprise! Butt sex!' So he totally deserved it."

As I think I've mentioned, Colin is a big guy. Taller than Jesus, and he's got some meat on him. The other guy? Not so much. Quite the opposite. So when this guy decided to try and surprised Colin with some dry humping, Colin had none of that.

He screamed no, grabbed onto the guy and threw him over his shoulder. Natural reaction, supposedly. The smaller dude landed, bounced, and dislocated his shoulder. But being a trooper he popped it back into place himself, asked for a handful of pills, and went to do... something... or other. I forget, I was too busy laughing.

The rest of the night was Colin telling me about other horrible things he had done as a child as well, and the decision that he was actually a horribly oblivious school-yard bully who thought that he was playing games with children. Games that involved hurting them.

Eventually, though, the three of us did make it out of the dungeon and were well on our way to camp out. Only... Tez needed to be up early. And it was getting pretty late. None of us had flashlights...

Okay, so we never made it to the treehouse. But Tez's dorm floor wasn't too bad a spot to crash on either.

Olympa, Day 1; Friday

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 11:17:42 GMT

So I had one of the best weekends I've had in a long time. And not being the type to be content with a short explanation of the goings on, I had to type an extremely long briefing of the events that unfolded. This is just the first day of a two and a half day visit with my friend Colin over at Evergreen College in Olympia. I'll post the next part tomorrow.

So 2008 seems to be the year of totally awesome weekends. First there was the one with Kenne (tyger_raven) treating Amanda and I to Universal Studios and Wicked. Then there was the one with my little sister at Magic Mountain and flying with Kristine. Not to mention the abundant amount of hanging with friends like Dee, Josh, Eric, Zach, and even the family romps. I've been having great times this year amongst the major life changes. But this weekend is definitely a contender for raddest one so far.

This past weekend I went to go hang out with my friend Colin kungfuechidna who I met online through nefarious means (read: okcupid.com). It was a weekend of blindness, transmutation, and dumpster flowers among other things. Needless to say, I wish I had had my fucking camera on hand!

"Man, I really hope this is the 'right' Olympia."

I left Ruston at approximately 2 o'clock. I had to use mapquest to find out the first bus stop was across the street and up five feet. That's just to illustrate how much getting-lost potential I had going for me during this trip. To make matters more interesting, both of my roommates phones were recently turned off. So basically, if at any point I got lost or stuck somewhere I was quite literally fucked.

So, when I got to my transfer area in downtown Tacoma and had to find Bay H and the bay's end at G, I got kind of freaked out. See, the way it was set up was letters A-D were on one side of the street and E-G were on the other side. I rounded the corner, and they weren't there. I kept my cool and kept walking up and down the streets pretending I knew where I was going, haha. Eventually I found H... across the street the OTHER way. J was just across from that, for some reason. I have no idea why it's set up like this, but I'm just glad I found it.

So after riding the second bus-- at one point freaking out because I wasn't sure if I had passed the last transit area I was supposed to get off at-- I make it to downtown Olympia. But Colin is running late, and quite honestly I'd only seen a few pictures of him online so I only vaguely knew what I was looking for. Obscenely tall somewhat paunch white guy with brown/red hair. Sort of like my friends Kyle and Kasey back home. Shouldn't be too hard.

After one mis-identification (thankfully he ignored me) I hear someone call me from behind. I turn around, and in my foggy-minded confusion kind of stare and wonder aloud "Colin?" See, I had the plan of tackling the man and possibly screaming incoherently just to make him wonder if this were a good idea. But I was tired, and a bit nervous considering I knew not where I was nor how to get home-- so he got as best as I had to offer, poor guy. I think I even shook his hand for some reason.

Whatever, first impressions are for suckers.

"I must admit, I've never read that."

So I have to say one thing: I never believed in love at first site until I visited Olympia.

When I lived in Santa Monica it took me a while to really fall in love with the area and Venice. I never did fully explore the area, and wish I had. But I did loved it, it was the bastion of culture I wanted to be surrounded by. So when I left I instantly began to miss it.

Olympia had me with the flailing folk-punk kids dancing across the intersection.

Colin gave me a brief tour of the area, starting with an alley leading to a big scary room full of... people making... stuff. You see, there's a parade every year called the Procession Of The Species in the fair city of Olympia. It's where the weirdos-- and let's be fair, everybody in this town is a weirdo it seems-- parade through the streets wearing animal or animal-similar costumes, citizen-made floats, and all sorts of fun stuff. It's a busy weekend that almost everybody obsesses over, it seems. In this particular warehouse was a make-shift studio for people to house their costumes, floats, and generally wreak creative havok.

It made me so happy, and so mad I had decided to leave my camera behind. Seriously. I had first hand accounts of everything going on and I missed out. Ah well, there's next year!

We walked around more and talked above various things. But when we walked past a used book store, we had to go inside. It was a great book store with a massive selection. But the best part was that the sci-fi section was tucked in the back through a doorway, giving it a seedy porn-section feel to it XD! It was so awesome.

"Oh, Contact!" Colin cooed as he pulled a hardcover copy of the book off the shelf. He'd talked about it before, and it's written by a scientist I have been meaning to learn more about-- Carl Sagan.

"I must admit," I said, perusing other book titles. "I've never read that."

The resolve had set itself on Colin's face. He hup'ed the book up and, turning heel, marched to the front of the store and bought it before handing it over to me. Funnily enough, I hadn't caught onto the idea that he was actually getting it for me. So, needless to say, I was happily surprised. Let me just say, of what I've read so far it is indeed the amazing book Colin has proclaimed it to be.

After a bit more touring, we were on a bus heading toward Evergreen University where I'd be staying the weekend. The campus is literally surrounded by a rain forest, hence the name Evergreen I imagine. It's really incredible, and beautiful. Washington as a whole is worlds away from the parts of California I've lived in. It's insane.

So after dropping my stuff off in his dorm room we went over to the campus food-place (I forget the name right now) to get some dinner, which is where I also had a chance to meet some of his other friends. Interesting crowd in this school. I liked it.

James Luna

After dinner we went to catch a performance at the Longhouse. Colin had gotten tickets to see a man named James Luna, a Native-American/Mexican performance artist. I presume that originally the extra ticket was for Colin's boyfriend, Kyle. But seeing as how Kyle was called away to a convention in Portland, I scored the leftovers. Go, scavengers!

I was totally unsure of what to expect from this guy, to be honest. And to be even more honest(er?), at first I didn't dig what the guy was doing. It was weird, and confusing, and I think he might have insulted my delicate sensibilities by barking at the lady in front of us. But... yeah, that's where I'm gonna leave that bit.

The rest, though, did pick up. He mostly talked, sometimes in character and sometimes as himself. One of his more interesting bits was his discussion about growing up in Anaheim (not too terribly far from where I lived in CA) and live on the reservation, all while cooking a Spam-based food thing. The smell was intoxicating, I must admit. It was a pretty genius move on his part, because every bit of food he'd add into it added a new level, and drew me in more and more. It was pretty interesting.

There was music toward the end as well. Actually, there was music all the way through-- a live band accompanied him. But near the end it became more music-focused, with spoken word over it.

"Hello, Demon. Hello, Demon my old friend." That piece gave me tingles. Those lines, when talking about addiction and depravity, really felt intense. But the piece that got me the most was when he talked about his home burning down on the reservation, and how neighboring tribes and a Baptist church from Oklahoma help him and several others rebuild everything. Very moving stuff.

Oh, and if you think that he was the only interesting thing about his performance let me tell you about the heckler.

This asshole in the audience doesn't seem to grasp the concept that, you know, not every performance is like Rocky Horror Picture Show, or moreover it's not stand-up. It's a performance. You shut your fucking trap, and you let everyone else enjoy it. This isn't to say his talking out of turn was really negative. It was kind of funny once, maybe twice. But it was irritating, and this guy didn't quite understand that. So the people running the show decided to come over and politely explain to him that if he didn't shut the fuck up they'd kick his ass out.

Not the kind of man to learn his lesson and be humble about it, he storms out of the room and-- as I heard it from one of Colin's friends later who had the misfortune of hearing the whole thing-- loudly complain about how he was being treated, demand his money back, and get generally upset when the house decreed that no, he had watched half the performance already so he wouldn't get a refund. Apparently there was much general haberdashery, and irritation of the loud variety all around. Eventually he left, it seems. Despite that, the performance went on well without him to route it on.

Midnight stroll through the treacherous dark woods

After the performance we stopped by Colin's room for a while to rest. It was late, and while we didn't intend to sleep yet it had been a pretty long day for both of us.

But eventually restlessness kicked in and Colin already had an idea of what we were gonna do next.

Donning a my long-sleeve/tee-shirt combo, a jacket, and a beanie in pocket I followed the sandal-wearing, tee-shirt and shorts having freak-o-nature into the chilly air outside. We were going for a midnight stroll through the forest.

For those of you still living in places like LA, or otherwise near well-populated areas, let me tell you one thing. Nature? Nature is EXTREMELY fucking dark. Five feet into those woods and I was completely lost. Not to mention my eye sight is getting kind of bad lately as it is, so it was just... I was lost. If you had blind folded me, walked me fifteen feet into those woods, spun me around and left me to fend for myself you'd find one less Jeremy in this world, and one quite full forest animal. Also, you'd have a new weeping ghost haunting that particular plot of land.

But while nature is exceedingly dark at night, when you look up through the canopy and see the stars above... It made my heart flutter. I'm an art fag, I know this. Things like nature make me happy. Some people cry at the end of movies, and I get all giggly-gay in a beautiful sunset. So seeing the trees silhouetted around me and a clear starry sky over me made my heart go a'flutter.

But back in reality-land, this trail was an impossible one. If Colin moved more than five feet ahead of me my eyes played an optical trick on me making it seem that he was suddenly rushing forward really fast and getting enveloped by the darkness, even though when he talked he was still very clearly nearby. To make matters worse, the ground was uneven, muddy, roots were everywhere... and in MANY many parts, it was full of twists, steps, hills, and all manner of impossible things to traverse in the darkness. I had to have Colin guide me through everything like I were a blind man, haha. I had to hold his arm practically the entire arm, for fear the darkness (or The Predator) would sweep him away from me and I'd be forced to sob incoherently and possibly pee my pants.

But it was all totally worth it. When we finally got to our destination I was completely blown away. We were on the edge of the inlet. The water was totally still, there was no moon in the sky but tons of stars. There were a few houses on the edge of the water on the other side, up in the small hills; their lights reflecting in the water. It was absolutely stunning. Then Colin started slapping at the water, and things started flashing.

"What're you doing?" I was totally confused, but amused at the same time.

They're fish, he went on to explain. Bioluminescent fish; some using a phosphate based system in their bodies to create the glow, and others naturally evolving their own totally not yet understood way of doing it as well. More interesting was that they're cool burn, which it seems is still a scientific marvel. Also, they're REALLY pretty. Like REALLY REALLY pretty.

In all honesty, it was a really romantic spot. Hell, if Colin weren't already attached we probably would've been having a make-out party. Don't worry though, Kyle. I'm not gonna steal your man, haha. It was a nice spot, though.

Sleepy time

After eventually making it out of the woods we decided to call it a night. But not to let idle normality muss up this weekend, Colin suggested we sleep in 'the loft.' Not sure what 'the loft' was, I agreed and away we went to the tenth floor of the dorm building. In the kitchen-type-area was a ladder, and at the top of the ladder was what can technically be thought of as an eleventh floor of sorts... only really small, and just a weird corner area.

That's where we slept, and it was awesome.

Up to about two years ago I was deathly afraid of heights. I would be okay going up them, but I'd constantly feel this rushing feeling in my body, as if I were getting ready for the floor to fall out from under me at any moment. Then I started doing parkour and buildering, and I grew more comfortable with being high and unsecured. Not greatly so, but just enough. Then a few weeks ago I went flying with Kristine, her dad, and my little sister. I fell in love with being high in the air. When I was on the plane trip up north I took a window seat, and staring out the window most of the time I kept longing for the plane to be higher and higher. I felt like a little kid obsessed with planes.

So being in that loft, up so high above the ground-- and not just the ground, but precariously perched over the tile below-- it was just a neat feeling. And yeah, I know it's weird. I loved it, though. I'm a freak like that.

HOW many characters?!

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 09:10:47 GMT

I got pretty curious, now that I'm doing this 100 Words A Day thing, about how many characters I was picking from for all this writing. So! I decided to map it out.

Post

David Cross
Keniesha Holiday
Kenji Kamiya
Aaron Carpenter
Tyler Jaffrey
Cynthia Mendez

+ roughly 15-20 secondary or notable characters that need if not throw-away personalities, then roughly well thought out ones. Some might even be considered secondary main characters.

Avril, the Fourteenth

Avril Vo
Leslie Goddard
Hall Goddard
Elvira
Colin Holt
Tim
Jeff Eisenberg

+ A few parents (and in Avril’s case grandparents), a few key superheros to keep in rotation, and a million throw-away superhero and villain characters

Reckoning
I totally fucking lost the character list, which blows. But I know these basics from heart:

Family:
Mom
Dad
Sister
Brother
Grandmother

Band:
Brother [singer/bassist]
Sister [drummer]
Friend [guitarist]

LA Survivors:
20-something girl
14 year old boy

The Loner guy

+God knows how many other characters seriously discussed for inclusion. That already ranged somewhere in the 20’s range for cycled or brief-but-important characters.

Damned Amanda
Technically I’m not writing this one, but I’m co-creator/artist, and I’m helping develop this like a mufuga so I feel a sense of ownership enough.

Amanda Grey
Margot-Marie
Walter
Viscera
Doctor Grey
Amanda’s mom
Ephraim
The Metatron

+12 Homunculi, and a few bit characters.

Death Heads story

Graham
[Garfield] Thomas
Nessa Ritchie
Detective Jack
Graham’s adoptive father
Graham’s adoptive mother
Graham’s younger brother
Graham’s real father
Graham’s real mother

+God knows who else. This story is still very much in the development stage. Veeery much.

Altogether that’s 41 main characters for five stories. This does not include the story ideas ‘Able, Colorado’, ‘Grey Boy’, ‘Cheshire Murder Brigade’, or ‘David Keller’s story’ which are at various stages of contemplation with no solid design to actually do them just yet. But they, too, are already insanely thought out.

I reeeeally need to start outlining these stories on the real.

Wings; Death Heads [Graham]

Fri, 25 Apr 2008 08:43:48 GMT

Her green’ness gave her wings of light. Graham watched as his teacher walk back and forth across the whiteboard, always keeping his eyes focused— or unfocused rather— on the space directly following her.

It was a thing he’d begun to notice. Wings. Everybody had a color, even if it were white or black: the color defined their personality. But only so many people had wing… things. Ms. Schroeder had wings, and Graham still couldn’t understand why or how.

They weren’t wings in the literal sense, but rather a stream of something behind her. Attached at the shoulder, and driving higher.

Yours, Mine, Ours

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 09:24:44 GMT

Sorry about friend-page flooding, I've just been getting a lot done today. Here's a photo from the Carissa series, reedited. Here's what I posted about it on my deviantART page:

This is my sister, Carissa. The image speaks well enough for itself, and for her. But what it doesn't tell are my feelings on it, which I've never really discussed much. I won't get flowery and deep, but I'll just say this one thing:

It took me three days to finally get around to doing this after I got the idea. I spent about three hours on it before I was satisfied. But it was about half-way through that I realized I was tracing over the same tracks my sister laid out, and I couldn't understand why I wasn't crying.

Update: Today my photo Yours, Mine, Ours was featured here on buzznet, by the awesome Crash13.

I carry lovely bombs / to shoot off all your arms

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 08:03:08 GMT

You know you're an art fag when you're standing there taking a piss, and your mind wanders to "Wow, toilets really are beautiful in their aesthetic and functionality."

Moreso when that thought is followed by "Man, I need to write that in my livejournal."

Diary Entry, night 2; Post [Keniesha]

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 06:22:59 GMT

He asked me how I was dressed the night I was attacked. “The night in question,” I should say. That cock sucker.

Never mind that fucking fetish freak tried to rape me, but that… It just doesn’t fucking matter. It shouldn’t. I was out jogging. What the fuck else would I be wearing? Sweats, a tee-shirt, sock, shoe, and my prosthetic; same shit every night I go out jogging.

It’s not my fault this kid had a weird fetish for amputees. It’s not my fault that I am one. It’s not my fault this pyrokinesis shit is real.

Fuck him.

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Authors note: Okay, so I'm going to try and start gearing this challenge toward projects I've been trying to write, but not actually getting into. So I'll note it both in the title, and in the tags. In the title I'll give the title of this particular story, followed by the name of the series and if the case calls for it the character whose voice it's in. Like this:

Story Title; Series [Character]

Jewlicious

Thu, 24 Apr 2008 05:33:18 GMT

Okay, I finally posted some of the photos over at BuzzNet from a shoot I did for Jewfro tee-shirts, co-owned by my friend Adam from the band OneWordSolution. Check them out here:

Jewfro Tee-Shirts

And for those that haven't caught them already, here's links to a few other recent stuff I've done:
Bulletboy Maverick
Carissa
The Hourly Comic Project

There's at least two other photo series' I have to sift through and post, not to mention I'm about three fourths of the way finished with a painting that's I've been working on forever. So, expect more soon!

-Jeremy

PS: Comments and critiques would be nice if you're a part of the site :D If you're not, sign up! No reason why you can't, is there? IS THERE?!

To Chain, To Chain

Wed, 23 Apr 2008 04:25:29 GMT

Aye, me! Woe to honesty!

Alas, mine is not a life meant to be lived in such an abysmally shameful way. A life where nothingness perverses my being. A life of apathy and disillusion, on a path to nowhere quick.

Hark!

I hear the bells of death singing in a voice mine own! I take thee to sign as the mark of my time. Good night, sweet sorrow! I thank ye for your honesty. But tonight, I end this life wrought with disinteresting qualities.

To chain, to chain, this stone around my neck… and blow you kisses from the bay.

Now To Explain The Pantless'ness...

Tue, 22 Apr 2008 09:18:06 GMT

A bit late on this. Hope I won't be tomorrow.

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I’d survived.

Three hours stuck in a meat freezer, and despite the carnage I had witnessed I was now amongst the living once again.

Racks of lamb, and fillets of beef; chicken, pork, hell even bison and ostrich… Before this day I would have considered myself a connoisseur of carnivorism, but no longer could I bear such a title. No, today meat has been ruined for me… forever.

One hour, I could have laughed it off. Two hours, I could have gotten over it. But there’s something about three… Three was just the limit. Something psychological about it, I guess.

100 Words A Day

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 01:10:45 GMT

So I’ve been turned onto something cool, something called 100 Words A Day. That, itself, is a blog for certain writers to use as a way of keeping their writing up to snuff by means of continuous practice. Neat, isn’t it? Seeing as how I’ve fallen way behind on my writing prowess, I think it’d be a fun way to keep myself motivated and writing.

This ain’t no fan fiction thing I’m going to be doing here. All original stuff, because that’s where I need the most practice.

When do I start, you ask? Why, my dear, I already have.

Mama, we all go to hell

Sat, 19 Apr 2008 02:24:20 GMT

It's my first Washington snow! ...in April! I'm rather conflicted, but it's AWESOME! I had my first taste of Seattle weather today; rain, wind, AND snow! WOO!

It's fucking cold now.

Tue, 15 Apr 2008 00:02:05 GMT

Burn me to ash
Feed me to stone
So my soul may sprout
and whisk me home

Goodbye, Los Angeles
Hello, Tacoma

<3
-Jeremy

Here is today

Mon, 14 Apr 2008 05:26:30 GMT

Woke up, had ice cream for breakfast (Dove cherry with chocolate chunks :D)
Went to Nana and Papa's place for goodbye lunch
-- Lunch consisted of french vanilla ice cream and chocolate cake with strawberries (heaven!)
Went to the Griffith Park Observatory
-- Had a blast
-- Rode a bus/trolly that was way too fuckin' swank to exist
Stopped back at grandparents place to drop Nana off
Went to In-N-Out for possibly the last time
-- Got a double-double, with fries Animal Style
Nearly got into an accident on the freeway because some idiot was going like twenty, and didn't have hazard lights on
Got home
-- Avoiding packing
-- Decided to type list

Horray!

Model: Carissa

Sun, 13 Apr 2008 08:58:59 GMT

I did a photo shoot with my older sister, Carissa. It was her first photoshoot, and my last one here in LA for who knows how long. Just having fun. Also had help from my friend Kristine and little sister Robyn.

See more at either my deviantART or BuzzNet pages.

Letter To Los Angeles

Wed, 09 Apr 2008 12:10:36 GMT

Dear Los Angeles and California,

In about six days I'm going to be leaving you. I know, it still surprises me that it's so soon too. It's okay for you to feel a little sad about it and I'm certainly going to miss you too. We have a lot of history together, and a lifetime of memories. Remember that time I fell into that cactus patch? Haha, yeah, I don't think I'm gonna be doing much of that up in non-cactus-having Washington.

Actually, I don't know if Washington has cacti or not. There's a lot about that place I don't know, honestly. I was born and raised here. I've learned your patterns, and have even grown to appreciate them. Your lack of actual seasons, the occasional poor air-quality, and insane people. I'm sure Tacoma is going to have crazy people too, but it just won't be the same. They won't be our crazy people.

I still think it's funny, actually. Ever since I was little, my biggest dream in life was to become an actor. Twenty-three years here and, yeah, sure I've done the odd audition, and helped with a few of my friends student projects. But I lacked faith in myself and never really pursued it. It never made much sense seeing as how I lived in the center of all that is The Biz. It's my own fault, really. You gave me the chances and I just let them pass me by. C'est le vie. Or, rather, tal es la vida.

Oh, yeah, I made small marks in various other things whose opportunities arose only because I lived in L.A. There were people I've met, bumped into, unknowingly stalked that I'll probably never see anywhere else. Certain trades I've picked up that I'm pretty certain I'd never have considered elsewhere. All of my friends-- good, or otherwise-- are here. There's a lot of things I'm leaving behind. But I trust that you'll take care of them while I'm gone.

And don't feel bad that mom and Robyn are moving elsewhere too. It's nothing personal, and the timing is only really just coincidental when it comes right down to it. It's not that you weren't good enough, it's just that they need a different kind of relationship, one that only Oklahoma can give them right now.

But you're still my baby, Los Angeles. I may be somewhere else, but you'll always be in my heart. I have far too much left undone here, so I don't doubt I'll be back someday. Maybe to fulfill a dream, or maybe because my dreams have been broken. I don't know when, either; maybe it'll be a few weeks, or a few dozen years. I'll even try to visit. Probably.

I guess now is the time to say it, though. While we're being honest. I don't really know if I'll ever come back. You know how my life has been, right? You've seen it from the day I was born until this very moment. Things work strangely in my life, and certain opportunities are afforded that I never would have predicted. For instance, this move to Washington never would have happened had I not reconnected with my friend Ashleigh. That wouldn't have happened had I not moved to Simi Valley. That wouldn't have happened had I not had a falling out with my roommate, and THAT would never have happened had I never gone to school. And even that would never have happened had I not worked at Target. Do you see what I'm saying, Los Angeles? I think you, if anyone, could appreciate what I'm saying here. Life is just too unpredictable.

I'm certain you'll be okay without me. You'll learn to live life, and so will I. If I do come back-- which, I hope, will happen even if just to stop by for tea-- just know one thing: everything is a-okay.

Bah, I've probably rambled on and been sentimental enough for you. I've never been one for long goodbyes, and technically I'm not saying that yet. But I felt you deserved some closure, and so with that I bid you adieu. I only have eyes for you, Los Angeles. But my heart is taking me elsewhere now.

Take care, and be kind to the rest of your children.

Love,
Jeremy

Totally Original

Mon, 07 Apr 2008 06:17:33 GMT

So I was recently selected to be a new inductee as a Buzznet Original, which is totally awesome! It's a huge honor that people like my art and photography :D Seriously, I'm thrilled by it!

Thank you to the committee, my mom, and my sisters spider Cookie who inspires and frightens me every night.

NINE DAYS TO TACOMA!

A Very Fucky Thursday

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 00:00:51 GMT

Turns out I didn't file my taxes properly while e-filing, and so the two months I've been waiting for my refund to arrive has been for naught as I'm the kind of fucktard who failed to press that ONE LAST GODDAMNED BUTTON TO COMPLETELY FILE! So now I have to wait upwards of another six weeks before I get it, while in the mean time I'll be struggling to get on my feet up in Washington in two weeks.

Also, I received my response from the Mensa organization. I don't qualify. I failed the genius test... LITERALLY! Wakka wakka wakka!

That joke is not nearly as funny as I'd imagined it'd be.

This isn't to say that times are shitty. In fact, almost nothing BUT awesome things have been happening lately. I just have a tendency to not feel the need to blog about them, even though there's been a lot of really cool shit.

I just prefer to let people know when I fail :D

In other news, April 15th, 10:30 AM I am officially leaving Los Angeles for who knows how long. Wish me luck!

Night of the living :D

Sat, 29 Mar 2008 06:01:09 GMT

Going to Magic Mountain tomorrow with my little sister. Hell yeah :D

Miiiight be going flying on sunday with my friend Kristine in her dad's plane. Yeah, her dad owns a plane. Totally awesome :D

Inspired to get some more writing done on Feed Me To Stones. Shiny :D

Gonna have my plane ticket to Tacoma by weekends end. Woo :D

Totally fallen in love with My Chemical Romance. Rock on :D

Emoticons rock! :D