Fan Art Fail, Or OTP?

Can't blame the artist, but it's still pretty lulz worthy.

GODDAMNIT! My most used copic marker has officially died. Only a matter of time, but this means I can't work on any more of the drawings until I get a new one. SURE they're only a few bucks, but does anyone have any money they can give me for a stupid marker? GAH! They're like six bucks each, and I have to pray the store has the particular style of gray's I use. I hate being broooooke.

Cocks.

PS: I couldn't get through to the unemployment office after a dozen attempts, so I have to try again monday.

[EDIT: Five seconds fucking later] So yeah, I just went to shade what I could and used my 'colorless' blend pen to fade the colors together-- NOT ONLY is THAT now officially out, but the last of the chemicals stained the page green! GREEN! FROM A COLORLESS BLENDER!

Time to pack away the shit tonight and enjoy my little sister's birthday beach party tomorrow... As opposed to the psycho variety.

Shit, it's 2am.

And you use Andrew W.K. to tell the world? Why? Just, why?

HAHA! Fuck you, Birmingham High! Ghetto ass fuckin' school should be glad for the publicity.

Dear Drawing,

I give up. I just fucking give up.

Yours truly,
J--aw what the fuck ever.

This is how my phone conversation went just now when trying to call out of work for tonight, in an attempt to either see the Star Wars movie or head out to Seattle for badrobot68's birthday bash tonight.

Me: Hey, I talked to Mrs. B---n earlier about trying to call out. Misty can't cover, but since I'm not gonna see these people any time soon I'm not coming in.

Kuder: There's no excuse for that. That's a fireable offense.

Me: Then I guess I quit.

Kuder: Okay, bye-bye.

And that is that.

( A lesson in Pawn Shop failure, also how to be an annoying bitch )

Then I got Popeyes mufugin' chicken!

ANYWAY! Moral of the story is, I need to get rid of this guitar. Does ANYONE on my LJ list in Seattle/Tacoma want a hot pink guitar, with carrying bag and as many picks as I have in my wallet for $40, or best offer? I will fucking bus it to Seattle and HAND it to you. Maybe we can even grab lunch/dinner together, and I will regal you with the story in full.

If you're not interested, but think someone on YOUR list might be-- please! Pimp me out! I have to get rid of this thing by next tuesday, because thursday I'm out of here and will just have to donate it to the thrift shop up the street.

( Here are pix )

I have just fucked an enormous part of one of the pages for the comic. Fucked it so thoroughly I have to redraw the whole thing, I think. Maybe not, but still it is so fully fucked that right now? Right now, at 3:30am, I have to stop. I'm so annoyed right now.

Cheating Death Twice in 10 Minutes

Quick summary: Woman gets hit by a car while running from a bear.

AWESOME summary: Woman was taking a walk along a trail in Colorado. Woman sees a bear, and having no other choice continues walking along trail trying to not startle bear. Bear decides to follow woman. Woman decides to run from bear SCREAMING! Bear follows. Woman runs up gravel path to road.

Woman gets hit by car.

Driver screams "I slowed down! I slowed down!" Woman screams "I'm being chased by a bear!" Driver leaves. Three cars behind first car, seeing a woman get hit by car screaming she's being chased by a bear, drive past her.

Also, woman is five months pregnant.

Bear being euthanized for "Showing no fear of humans." Come on, it's a fucking BEAR! Sheesh.

Dear people from the Chuck communities. ZOMG I HATE YOU! Stop with spoilers posts! Thank you for being considerate and putting it behind a cut, BUT DO NOT TEMPT ME! I hate spoilers posts for two reasons: one, I want to see the show as it happens, and not know what's coming up next. Two, if ever I read the spoilers I'm always stuck watching out for the things I've read for, and not just enjoying the show for what it is.

Lest I forget the Buffy Final Episode!Spoiler fiasco...

So now the fucking idiot is messaging my band. I got a text from Alicia saying "Someone called Death Head sent the band a message that doesn't make sense. Check it out." So I did. He sent:

How does it fell to have a fake member

Something like that (more misspellings, and 'fell' was his word). I tried replying to him there, basically telling him to fuck off, but he doesn't receive messages from people who aren't his friends-- ANOTHER incident of him refusing to acknowledge any retort I have.

I've banned him on myspace. I'm asking Marc at BuzzNet to ban him there, 'cause I don't have the option to block him (and it seems he only joined to harass me). FUCKING A, I'm irritated by his pettiness!

I'm not worried by any legal issues, 'cause I'm sure I have a case that I'm not stealing hist shit and legally he can't do anything (not to mention I can think of several examples to prove that he wasn't the first to come up with this sort of character). At most I have to worry about him being a petty slimey cunt.

God, I need to work on my comic and make it awesome to just say 'FUCK YOU' to him

Anyway, thinking of changing the name to 'Called' or something. Will think on it.

I'm having a very... interesting day today. Or yesterday, rather. And the day before. It's almost akin to a post-modern nightmare where the nightmare isn't monsters or unknowing, but a perpetual fugue of the bizarre.

The more interesting stuff is on Thursday, so if it's long feel free to skip to that part, it's worth it, haha.

( My weird days, let me show you them. )

Yesterday: got my tax refund, rollin' in the money.

Original plan for tomorrow: Go to the DMV in the morning to get my ID, head to Seattle to just fuck around on my day off, and come home to buy my plane ticket to San Francisco.

What happened today to fuck that up: Realized my debit card expires at the end of this month, so I called my bank to have them send me a new one. They realize they sent my other one to the wrong address, SO THEY CANCELED MY CARD. I have literally one whole dollar to my name, I can't go get my ID, I can't buy my ticket-- nothing! Not until next week when they mail me the other one.

Fortunately I talked to them, remained calm and respectful, and they're fed-ex'ing me my new card free of charge. But I have to wait until next tuesday, and someone has to be here to sign for it. Not to mention Ash is ready to pop any time, and I work all next week, so if on the off chance they come by when 1) I'm at work and 2) everyone else is at the hospital, I am completely fucked.

Nope. Nope, Happy thoughts! EVERYTHING WILL WORK AMAZING! San Francisco will be totally rad, and worth all this shit.

FUCK I'M PISSED! UUUUUUGH!

Downstairs neighbor guy went psycho on us earlier. We asked him and his wife to turn down the bass on their TVs surround sound, seeing as how it was making our couch vibrate-- again. This has been an ongoing problem they've been talked to a few times about. They can't hear it in their place, but it vibrates everything up here. We've been trying to be nice, keeping our lips shut, but it gets annoying.

Generally speaking, they (were) still better than our last neighbors who'd scream and fight and slam doors and such. But after this last bit he's pulled, I don't even want to be here anymore.

Long after Ash had gone down to talk to them about the bass-- mind you, it didn't even turn down either-- we're all sitting here doing our respective things when we hear stomping up the door, followed by his trying to beat down our door. I'm still not sure if he was drunk or just plain fucking psycho, but he was way too intense.

"How DARE you come down and tell us to turn down our TV when you all are always stomping around up here at all hours of the night!" Such and so forth. And he's right, this is been a reason we've kept our mouths shut as much as we have.

Our apartment was never meant to be what it is. From what I understand, it used to be some sort of store or training facility or whatever. Whatever it was, it's something very different now. This means that our floor/their ceiling is pretty fucking shoddy. We do our best to walk lightly and avoid especially creaky spots, but all in all it's an impossible feat only solved by us not bothering to use the floor to walk on (walls and ceilings, though, are notoriously difficult to walk upon unless you're a fly). We acknowledge this and do our best to keep it down-- which pisses me off, especially 'cause I had to give up slam-tango when I moved up here.

But regardless, their TV-- which, I remind you, is one of the only few complains we have(had) about them-- is not a necessity. There's no reason to have your surround sound on at all times. If you cannot even HEAR the bass, don't turn it up. If the issue has been brought up to you before by a) the neighbors, and b) the landlord on behalf of the neighbors, please just be courteous and don't use it. This includes for Rock Band at nine in the morning. Or talk shows/news late at night. Special occasions, that's understandable. Once a week is cool, two or three even. But not every day. Not all day.

And what the hell are we supposed to do about the walking? We're doing exactly the only things we CAN do-- walking lightly, avoiding tricky spots, trying to not walk about a lot late at night-- but there's only so much that can be done. What's next? We can't run our wash because it bothers you? Our using our showers, or flushing the toilets, is too much?

Their TV isn't a necessity. They can easily turn it down and be okay (especially, as Ash has pointed out, when there's one in your bedroom that you watch starting at 4 in the morning when your upstairs neighbors are trying to sleep).

Coming up here and giving us death glares, screaming and hollaring, and having to be dragged away by a friend is NOT cool. We pay rent just like you, more importantly we're human beings just like you, so do not come up here in a threatening fashion ever again.

Honestly, I don't even want to be here anymore.

So I totally have tomorrow off and have nothing to do. I wanted to go into Seattle, but I've got me no money. There's a show going on there with the band Destruction Island that I'm friggin' in love with but haven't seen live yet. OH WELL!

I need a foot massage.

Also, if you are a retail customer (which is to say, anyone ever) let me give you one helpful piece of advice: DO NOT BE A RETARD. Come prepared, bring your wallet, don't leave your cart right in front of my register or the fucking door, don't get an attitude when something doesn't come up the coupon price IF YOU HAVEN'T GIVEN ME THE COUPON, and more importantly DO NOT EVER bring up several items and have me ring them up, separate them into a bunch of bags for your convenience then suddenly walk away for another fifteen minutes worth of shopping.

Also, like badrobot68 said one time in a post a while back: if the price comes up something like $19.anything do not say "That was a good year." It's not funny. Unless you're that guy today that his price came up $38.64 to which he replied "That was a good year." That was kinda funny.

Hey everyone! Remember yesterday's post about how it was, so far, the Worst Day Ever?

IT GOT FUCKING WORSE!

My laptop died. As I was writing college application letters. It will no longer recognize the Mac OSX operating system. I took it to Best Buy, but they don't have a mac specialist (expected), and the nearest place I've been able to find is in Seattle-- at the Apple Store in downtown.

I'm fucked. I hate everything. Nobody in this city can drive. I have a show tonight but it's gonna fucking blow, 'cause the bands are blah at best. I have no lyrics for most of the songs.

But worst of all, I can't write my scholarship applications. I'm on my friend Misty's computer right now, but I don't have time to do anything but type this and then get to other stuff before the show.

Worst. Weekend. To date.

It starts off with someone getting arrested for assault, moves into my little sister lying and telling her teacher that my mom beats her (completely unrelated), and then I spend four and a half hours at the DMV to get a new ID-- only to, for the second time this week, not have enough proof-of-me BECAUSE THEY CHANGED THE REQUIREMENTS YESTERDAY. I have to write nine letters of application for scholarships, and write lyrics for the majority of the songs for tomorrows show. Oh, and I still have to go to work.

What's fucking next? Grandma gonna die? A trip to the dentist? WHAT THE FUCK ELSE CAN GO WRONG TODAY?!

Working on my scholarship applications-- eleven in all, if you hadn't read-- and I'm having brain freeze. On top of that I keep getting distracted by Eric playing his fucking game. I can't get shit done until people go to sleep for this very reason.

TO MAKE IT ALL MORE AMAZING, I read the back of the pamphlet and read that the applications don't need to be post-marked by the second, they have to be IN THE OFFICE by the second BEFORE 5pm. This makes it virtually impossible. I'm going to try, still. Going to call tomorrow and find out what the fuck I can do to get this done. I need to go back to school.

Speaking of, I'm getting pissed at Alicia and Eric. They both say they want to go to school, express interest, and then we all get these packages today. I press on them that they need to get it done NOW, assuming they have legitimate interest in going back to school. Alicia is dicking around, Eric is dicking around-- it irks me because they're the ones who instigated this (namely, Alicia) and they're not taking it seriously. I'm letting it go, though inside I'm welling up because I want to brow-beat them about it. I need to learn to let that reflex go. It's their lives, and I've made the conscious decision that if someone doesn't want to take their life seriously I'll just let them fuck it up for themselves. It's not my place to live it for them, and I'm sure as hell not gonna let them cloud my path either.

Ugh, I need to write these fucking letters... How the hell do you even write these things?

What's it say about Eric and I that when we came into the apartment tonight and told Ash and Nate that we stole a kids bike that Ash totally had no problem believing us? Especially when a good rule of thumb is to never believe anything I say (unless I'm telling the truth, which is a fun game in and of itself).

What's it say about lovely Ash that rather then telling us to take it back, she just told us "leave it somewhere else!"

LULZ

By the way, does it kill anyone else to know that Keanu Reeves is playing Spike in the live action Cowboy Bebop movie? Can anyone else say WORST CASTING EVER?