Saturday, February 5, 2005

"Alleged Fanboy," or "The butter grease against the keys makes me feel at home."

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Mimmi- Yeah, just look at the Jackson Five. If it had been the Jackson Four, we wouldn't have all these wacky child molestation accusations taking up valuable newstime.

Shin- But what do the contestants do with all of those toasters?

Karmi- That cuts deep, Karmi. Almost as deep as the scars of the black man's oppression, you white devil!

:P

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Finally, the weekend. This week has been a lot more busy than most, for a lot of reasons, and I plan on rolling around in these two days as eagerly as I can in hopes that some of the residue will carry over to next week. I have a very large essay due, which I haven't started on, because I've been too busy with another major assignment for that class.

This is what we get for not having midterms, I suppose.

I started the weekend off playing Resident Evil 4, which is a wonderful way to kick things off. I got to the second disc, and I'm a little torn about my opinion on this part. The game is jumping from setting to setting. It's trying to be too many games in one, I think. The beginning segment of disc two totally sucked, and felt entirely out of place, but once you got inside things picked up a bit.

A bit. Not much yet. I liked the castle more.

Anyway, moving on to the highlight of this post: A new segment that I've been wanting to do for a while:



In memory of the Small-Ass MP3 Gallery. *pours a malt liquor on the curb*

Anyway, I do a lot of sketches and drawings and written things that I would like you all to see. I may as well do them weekly, and "Saturday" starts with the same letter as "Superlative," the greatest adjective in the English language, so there.

Science class is a bore, so I keep myself occupied by doodling in my notebook. There are far, far too many pages to scan, so I sort of compiled them all on a separate page. The monsters are no longer held back by the bonds of margins. Call Godzilla. We'll have a party.

This one's more of a sketch, about the stupid repetitive teaching method I mentioned earlier this week. They're narrowing the mind's range, eliminating any change in the educational process. The hand at the top is supposed to look unrealistic, by the way.

This one, entitled "Idiocy and Redemption," is my favorite. I had four ideas for these odd, semi-surrealistic pieces, and they all had to do with why phones suck, so I may as well group them together.

With a graph. We have math right before art, I think that's why.

I never did the fourth one because I could never find a decent reference image for a photo-realistic gun. Actually, three of these four would be much better off as photography, I think. Same goes for the one with the meat grinder and the deflated brain.

This one.. Is more of a preview. It's supposed to be one of those wooden mannequin models that artists use for proportion and pose referencing.. With a few modifications, yeah? I'm going to take my time with this one, unlike everything else I'm presenting tonight.

Gah, an ugly clown! This is a teacher-ordained assignment gone horribly awry after I turned it in. It was just supposed to be a regular guy, but I turned him into a clown when I got it back. Hard as it may be to believe, it looks a lot better this way.

I was told to make something for the "Student Literature and Arts Magazine" because they had nothing to put in there. I was completely out of ideas at the time, so I made this. I did it sort of absent-mindedly, and I realized after finishing it that it was about writer's block. Well, visual writer's block, anyway.

That's all for now. I'm going to go sleep, because I've averaged five hours of sleep a night this week. Peace out, my pimps, hoes and Republicans.
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