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Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Two things to talk about today. I forgot what the first thing was, so I'll just talk about the second thing.
First college-level play! Is what I just came back from! I watched the musical Miss Saigon, and contrary to the title, it has nothing to do with a beauty pageant in Vietnam. Although it does have strippers. Consolation?
Well lemme tell ya, I don't mean to downplay Whitney's drama department, but this was SUCH A STEP UP FROM HIGHSCHOOL! The set was amazing, the acting was spot-on, the singing was incredible - everything was just so refined. My professor was right when he said the performances there were extremely close to Broadway productions. The only thing missing was... actually I can't think of anything witty. It was that good.
Mini review: 1st Act was alright. It was the kind of good that's GOOD... but not exactly my cup of tea. Like Where the Wild Things Are. It's a spectacular movie, but at the same time, it's like... "what?". (Yup this is the kind of articulate review you get from a teenager.) The 2nd Act, however, wasn't just good, it was SUPER good! The story was actually engrossing, and there weren't any boring songs like the first Act. And a musical without any boring songs is hard to come by. Lastly, the end was near phenomenal and the "Engineer" character was the hilarious. This musical equation equals surprisingly pleased.
The best part about these all-music musicals is that every line has to be sung. That means even conversations have to be right on key and to the rhythm, which I find kind of funny, especially if it completely doesn't fit into a song. Reminded me of Flight of the Concords.
Overall, good experience.
One more thing, there was this random Asian guy who kept on popping up on stage throughout the whole play, especially during the dramatic scenes. He didn't even say much. Not sure... what that was all about...
...
First college-level play! Is what I just came back from! I watched the musical Miss Saigon, and contrary to the title, it has nothing to do with a beauty pageant in Vietnam. Although it does have strippers. Consolation?
Well lemme tell ya, I don't mean to downplay Whitney's drama department, but this was SUCH A STEP UP FROM HIGHSCHOOL! The set was amazing, the acting was spot-on, the singing was incredible - everything was just so refined. My professor was right when he said the performances there were extremely close to Broadway productions. The only thing missing was... actually I can't think of anything witty. It was that good.
Mini review: 1st Act was alright. It was the kind of good that's GOOD... but not exactly my cup of tea. Like Where the Wild Things Are. It's a spectacular movie, but at the same time, it's like... "what?". (Yup this is the kind of articulate review you get from a teenager.) The 2nd Act, however, wasn't just good, it was SUPER good! The story was actually engrossing, and there weren't any boring songs like the first Act. And a musical without any boring songs is hard to come by. Lastly, the end was near phenomenal and the "Engineer" character was the hilarious. This musical equation equals surprisingly pleased.
The best part about these all-music musicals is that every line has to be sung. That means even conversations have to be right on key and to the rhythm, which I find kind of funny, especially if it completely doesn't fit into a song. Reminded me of Flight of the Concords.
Overall, good experience.
One more thing, there was this random Asian guy who kept on popping up on stage throughout the whole play, especially during the dramatic scenes. He didn't even say much. Not sure... what that was all about...
...
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Fundane Activities
I went to an art store.
and that's the BORING version of the story! Today's errand could have been seen as nothing special, but oh, it sorta was! So much so that I'm makin' an entry about it. Snappidy doo dah.
My mission was to go down to the Art Supply Warehouse, so I took Beach Boulevard all the way south to Westminster. And I saw the coolest things.
Chapter 1: Rally's
I totally saw a Rally's. It's a burger joint, if you didn't know. I've NEVER seen one before and I was going crazy because I didn't realize the commercial for Rally's was so ingrained into my head! It had a little tune that I hear in my cranium once in a while that goes like (Kevin's version because he doesn't really know the words):
Chapter 2: Hookers and Cowboys
After driving passed Medieval Times and RALLY'S, I felt there was a sense of mystery on this street. I glanced to my right and there was a group of people walking down the street - maybe around 7 of 'em. One of the ladies was blond with a super short pants, so (I apologize now in advance), my first thought was "DAYTIME HOOKER?!". Methinks I watched a little too much My Name Is Earl.
I looked again in curiosity, not interest, to find out that it was just a regular group of people. "Aw thas not as exciting" I thought, but then I noticed that two of the four guys had cowboy hats. I don't know about you, but I've never seen someone wear a cowboy hat as standard attire, at least not in real life. Maybe I should try Texas?
Chapter 3: Robin Hood
From 1900's to 1400's. I didn't actually see a guy dressed up as Robin Hood, but I saw some mama-papa motel covered in pink that looked like it hadn't been renovated since the 1960's. In the front it had a big sign of a Robin Hood figure who was making a "Shh... be quiet" gesture with his finger, which was tied into the name of the motel somehow. I don't remember the name, so I'll assume it was something like "Ye Old Inn" or something awesome to that degree. Or POSSIBLY, it still held on to archaic terms that don't translate well to modern day lingo, such as "Inn the Hood". Regardless, the sight was both intriguing and horrifying.
Chapter 4: Mini-car
Still driving down this street, I see a tiny convertible car pop out of a neighborhood along the sidewalk. It was about the size of queen size bed. By now I should have EXPECTEDto see such an oddity, but my reaction was still "WHAT da eff was that!?". With closer inspection, I found out it wasn't a CAR car, I think it was more like some kind of cart used to transport stuff, but it was still as random as helium.
See? "Helium" makes no sense in that sentence. Too random.
Chapter 5: Art Supply Warehouse
Alas, I arrived at the X on the map (see, title of chapter). I imagined it being a Costco version of Tall Mouse, what with the word "Warehouse" in the name, that's not a noun you should abuse with exaggeration. I thought the place was gonna be huge. But it wasn't. It was average size. At least from the outside..!
Undeterred by the underwhelming size, I entered and was met with copious amounts of bodies. Many other people (not surprisingly) heard about the store's 25% off everything deal too. As routine when encountered with a bunch of strangers, I moved quickly in search of my destination (the paints, if you were curious), careful not to bump into anyone or wave my sniffer through a volume of floating body odor. "Just keep moving..."
Once I had all my paints in my basket, I granted myself leisure time to just explore the store. And lemme tell you guys, IT WAS SO MAGICAL! The place was actually a decent size! Every nook and cranny was filled with wall-to-wall supplies for any artistic endeavors of my choosing. I had never seen anything like it! DID YOU KNOW HIGGINS INDIA INKS COME IN A RAINBOW SELECTION OF COLORS?! (Don't answer that.)
It was like the first time I went to the huge Amazing Comics book store. Except this was COOLER! Because it sold materials for me to MAKE art, not just enthrall in the final product, and all the nerdy, middle-aged men were replaced with odorless introverts! That's gnarly if I've ever defined gnarly.
After an hour of browsing (hey they even sell BOOKS there!!!) and a free gift for buying supplies (a little monkey cut-out thing), I set off on the journey back home. Like the end of every adventure, nothing really happens on the way back home. And nothing did. (I took the freeway.)
But lesson learned, my friends! Fascinating sights are everywhere! You just gotta take notice.
Also, this was a result of impulse shopping while waiting in line to pay:
It's candy. (Blooberry flavor.)
and that's the BORING version of the story! Today's errand could have been seen as nothing special, but oh, it sorta was! So much so that I'm makin' an entry about it. Snappidy doo dah.
My mission was to go down to the Art Supply Warehouse, so I took Beach Boulevard all the way south to Westminster. And I saw the coolest things.
Chapter 1: Rally's
I totally saw a Rally's. It's a burger joint, if you didn't know. I've NEVER seen one before and I was going crazy because I didn't realize the commercial for Rally's was so ingrained into my head! It had a little tune that I hear in my cranium once in a while that goes like (Kevin's version because he doesn't really know the words):
"When it's in your eyesSo this Rally's down Beach Blvd. was a myth becoming true. Much like Sonic's, I was always befuddled as to WHERE this restaurant was, much less if it actually EXISTED. Well today I found out it does exist.
There's no surprise,
You've got a thing...
For Rally's.
Gotta eat - ain't nothing like this
Gotta eat - ain't nothing like this."
Chapter 2: Hookers and Cowboys
After driving passed Medieval Times and RALLY'S, I felt there was a sense of mystery on this street. I glanced to my right and there was a group of people walking down the street - maybe around 7 of 'em. One of the ladies was blond with a super short pants, so (I apologize now in advance), my first thought was "DAYTIME HOOKER?!". Methinks I watched a little too much My Name Is Earl.
I looked again in curiosity, not interest, to find out that it was just a regular group of people. "Aw thas not as exciting" I thought, but then I noticed that two of the four guys had cowboy hats. I don't know about you, but I've never seen someone wear a cowboy hat as standard attire, at least not in real life. Maybe I should try Texas?
Chapter 3: Robin Hood
From 1900's to 1400's. I didn't actually see a guy dressed up as Robin Hood, but I saw some mama-papa motel covered in pink that looked like it hadn't been renovated since the 1960's. In the front it had a big sign of a Robin Hood figure who was making a "Shh... be quiet" gesture with his finger, which was tied into the name of the motel somehow. I don't remember the name, so I'll assume it was something like "Ye Old Inn" or something awesome to that degree. Or POSSIBLY, it still held on to archaic terms that don't translate well to modern day lingo, such as "Inn the Hood". Regardless, the sight was both intriguing and horrifying.
Chapter 4: Mini-car
Still driving down this street, I see a tiny convertible car pop out of a neighborhood along the sidewalk. It was about the size of queen size bed. By now I should have EXPECTEDto see such an oddity, but my reaction was still "WHAT da eff was that!?". With closer inspection, I found out it wasn't a CAR car, I think it was more like some kind of cart used to transport stuff, but it was still as random as helium.
See? "Helium" makes no sense in that sentence. Too random.
Chapter 5: Art Supply Warehouse
Alas, I arrived at the X on the map (see, title of chapter). I imagined it being a Costco version of Tall Mouse, what with the word "Warehouse" in the name, that's not a noun you should abuse with exaggeration. I thought the place was gonna be huge. But it wasn't. It was average size. At least from the outside..!
Undeterred by the underwhelming size, I entered and was met with copious amounts of bodies. Many other people (not surprisingly) heard about the store's 25% off everything deal too. As routine when encountered with a bunch of strangers, I moved quickly in search of my destination (the paints, if you were curious), careful not to bump into anyone or wave my sniffer through a volume of floating body odor. "Just keep moving..."
Once I had all my paints in my basket, I granted myself leisure time to just explore the store. And lemme tell you guys, IT WAS SO MAGICAL! The place was actually a decent size! Every nook and cranny was filled with wall-to-wall supplies for any artistic endeavors of my choosing. I had never seen anything like it! DID YOU KNOW HIGGINS INDIA INKS COME IN A RAINBOW SELECTION OF COLORS?! (Don't answer that.)
It was like the first time I went to the huge Amazing Comics book store. Except this was COOLER! Because it sold materials for me to MAKE art, not just enthrall in the final product, and all the nerdy, middle-aged men were replaced with odorless introverts! That's gnarly if I've ever defined gnarly.
After an hour of browsing (hey they even sell BOOKS there!!!) and a free gift for buying supplies (a little monkey cut-out thing), I set off on the journey back home. Like the end of every adventure, nothing really happens on the way back home. And nothing did. (I took the freeway.)
But lesson learned, my friends! Fascinating sights are everywhere! You just gotta take notice.
Also, this was a result of impulse shopping while waiting in line to pay:
It's candy. (Blooberry flavor.)
Friday, October 23, 2009
I... I love Vimeo...
After 2 years of script writing...
2 years of auditions...
3 years of production...
5 years of post-production...
10 years of anticipation and hype...
15 hours of bathroom breaks...
and 6 lines of immense exaggeration...
The Trust the Hoe video is now up online! Yeah it's the one up there.
Since Youtube quality is pretty poopy, I uploaded the video onto Vimeo. If it gets skippy at all, just pause it and rewind a little, and it should work fine. (Also, comperessing the video cut off the beginning part. This film is not called "Rust the Hoe".)
REMINDAH, this was made in the spring of 2009 for Contemporary Media. Here are some interesting tidbits OH OH like behind the scenes. This is the bonus disc of the Kanga entry's Collector's Edition box set.:
- I wrote about 2/3rds of the script. (Craigo wrote the rest.)
- About 3/4ths of the script was actually filmed.
- About 3/4ths of the filmed footage was actually used in the movie.
- Scenes never shot: Darren doesn't know how to use a lawnmower, Darren adapts to hardcore music, Ms. Saucedo parties because Darren quit.
- Deleted scenes: Crunches on a ladder, Darren's chronic tardiness
- The character "Darryl" was coincidentally named before we got Darren to play it.
- I think only Yangstuh got that "rafflesia arnoldi" reference. Brownie points, man, you get brownie points.
- "Day 1" was filmed in Fullerton.
- The close up on Darren's sub-level terrain planting (Day 1) was filmed in Diana's backyard.
- We lost footage of Darren messing with the plant a little to make a pen out of it.
- Originally, Craig actually fixes Darren's wrist cramp.
- Craig eats grounded up Oreoes, not manure. Yuummm... peanutbutter Oreos...
- The phone conversation was originally longer, with Craig watering that plant in front of him.
- That's Diana's foot thingy BTW. Because, yknow, she's a runner.
- Most of the white wife beaters belonged to Ryan. I think he said he had like 200 of them.
- The original version didn't censor the "Don't Trust Me" song. Mr. Z no likey.
- We refilmed the very last scene because the lighting was yellow-bad.
- At the VERY end after the credits, there's a whimper that we were going to use for when Craig broke his ankle. As you can see, we went with a grunt that's a little more manlier. Also, I don't think Craig really liked it. (But I sure did.)
Now someone go put this sucka on IMDB.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Graphic design - sorta fun!
Whilst working on the layout for my new website blog conglomeration, I needed to fill up one corner of the page. At first I was gonna put a nice lil sketch of myself, but I'm not sure it'll work with the current design.
Soes, I decided to work on a kind of logo thing. Those up there are all the possible "klogos". Tell me whatchoo think! ...although I already kinda chose which one I'm gonna use.
Notey note note, 7 and 12 are pretty much the same, just different size of the "kl".
Friday, October 9, 2009
Ten Gents
Today's entry theme: Ten gents walk into a bar. One guy says "Word play." 8 of them don't say a thing because they don't get it. The other 1 doesn't say a thing because he gets it.
First to bat, MY NAIL FINALLY FELL OFF!!!!!!!! Last Friday. If you don't know why it fell off, then read my earlier Kanga posts. Contrary to popular belief, parts of my body do not dismantle often. Here's a picture of when Blacky was still attached:
Not a close up for your satisfaction.
THEN!
THEN! I actually got a picture of it as it was falling off! AMAZING, RIGHT?!
My nail FLYING OFF MY FINGER!
I had too much fun with that.
I also have awweeesomely gruesome pictures of my finger (the "awe" kind of awesome, not the awesome kind of awesome, nor the "aww" kind of awesome) that I decided tocentaur censor from your fragile consternation. But if you are an exception with toughness like a dozer of bulls and WANT to see my ante-naked, gross finger (in different stages), just send me a message with the subject of "Eh? Des Borus!?". I'd be honored.
(It it just me or was that last paragraph sorta confusing to read? Mmm probably just me.) (Also, "Des Borus" has no meaning whatsoever. Made it up. "Eh", however is a word commonly found in Canada.)
OH I forgot to tell the story of how it came off:
I was opening a car door and it got caught on something and fell off. Didn't hurt. Then uh... I ran... over to my desk and took a picture of it as it was still in the air.
WOWOW ironically, when I was around 5yizo, I slammed a car door on my thumb and a couples weeks later that nail came off! (P.S. A thumb is a finger. We have 10 fingers. Get over it.)
Twas also funny cuz this nail fell off on my first day of work!
Work?
Yeah!
I work as a "Student Production Assistant", and if you were following me on Twitter WHICH I KNOW YOU WERE YOU GOOD PERSON, you'd have known my first day was last Friday!
Company: CSUF Distance Education... something like that. They're in charge of the online classes on the Fullerton website.
Job Description: Convert VHS's into DVDs, upload DVDs onto a computer, edit some movies with Adobe Premiere, help film some videos (documentation stuff, not really movies), work on some Adobe Flash projects.
Not Job Description: Help little kids with homework. MUAHAHAHHA YAAAAY!
This job is SO choice, especially since it's right next to CSUFullerton! I also get to play around with almost every single Adobe program on my down time! Isn't this job RIGHT ON THE MONEY for me?! Oh, hah, literally.
I mean it when I say I feel really lucky to have this job.
I also mean it when I say that Obama does not deserve a Nobel Piece Prize for showing "good effort and incredible promise..!". Sorry for coming out of nowhere with this, but I'm just SAYIN. He didn't do jack diddly squat! Well okay, he did a couple things, such as not look gross without a shirt, but I just wanted to use "jack diddly squat" in a sentence.
Don't read me wrong, I have nothing against the Obamers as a person. I actually don't have a lot of stuff against people (other than my body up against yours WHAOSPONTANEOUSPICKUPLINEBUTNOTREALLY?!), maybe I just avoid certain people before I get to know how awful they really are. I'm looking at you, Bruce Banner. But I don't wanna talk about meeting people right now! No! I want to uh-... oh wait. Yeah actually I sorta do.
I enjoy meeting people, ...or rather knowing people. People at school, specifically. I think the reason I like going to Fullerton now is because I know people. Not a lot, just a few, but that's all I need. In a swarm of unfamiliar faces, it's so nice to recognize a friend. I thought of this a couple weeks ago when I was walking around with my art class to draw parts of the campus. I saw someone I had met earlier, and I felt immediately comforted. I waved "hi" and talked a little bit.
The second, incredibly ironic thing is that her name was Whitney. Wow, didn't realize that until just now! How cool. So many small things to just keep me going! For example, one of the little things I enjoy about college is walking up and down stairs. Especially the basementy kind. It's sort of hard to explain why I like it, especially since it's all kinds of tiring when my class is on the 5th floor, but I do, I enjoy it. Right now, anyway.
It's these minor *happenings* that make all the difference for me. A few weeks ago I had to fill up a few pages of my sketchbook for class. I decided to go draw something I liked on Flickr (a first) and I came out with this.
And by-golly-sons-of-George, I was so proud of it! I was surprised at how... GOOD it turned out! It was supposed to be an insignificant drawing to fill up these pages, like all the faces I drew back in the Whitney days which always looked like some webble katch on acid. HAHA obscure reference. (But not really, there's not such thing as a "webble katch" because I made it up. That's how bad my drawings were, though. They were unreal bad.) But this, THIS, looked like the girl in the picture. It looked like a real person.
After that sketch, I couldn't draw on the page anymore as to not ruin my graphite baby. (Yes, using "graphite baby" in a sentence automatically makes you an artsy geek.)
Earlier, I didn't understand why my previous sketchbooks were filled with ambiguous shapes ranging from stick figures to turds. I thought I was just a blahblah drawer who was only decent at cartoons. And then this happened. THIS single drawing has turned my mentality around. It inspires me to draw more. That's a first - inspiring myself.
Now I look forward to drawing from Flickr almost every day (as long as I'm not lazy and or tired). Now YOU should look forward to when I'm gonna post all my other sketches! It shall be nice, and you shall like it.
Ah...
Art is great.
Yeah.
This blog is great.
Also, I am grateful for my job.
Another gear grinding issue, why is "greatful" not a word? Can Webster PLEASE just synonymize it with "grateful"!? Do you realize how many essays teachers will have to recall for false grammatical errors?? But I do have to applaud the English language for housing "synonymize" as a real word (despite blogspot's redline naysay). Good move. If language were playing chess, I believe that would result in a "check". Legalize "grateful" to make it a "checkmate" now.
DINGAHINGADARGA another confusing paragraph.
Ah well. You should go sleep. You're probably reading this in the middle of the night. If not, go take a nap. Catch up on your beauty sleep. You deserve it.
First to bat, MY NAIL FINALLY FELL OFF!!!!!!!! Last Friday. If you don't know why it fell off, then read my earlier Kanga posts. Contrary to popular belief, parts of my body do not dismantle often. Here's a picture of when Blacky was still attached:
Not a close up for your satisfaction.THEN!
THEN! I actually got a picture of it as it was falling off! AMAZING, RIGHT?!
My nail FLYING OFF MY FINGER!I had too much fun with that.
I also have awweeesomely gruesome pictures of my finger (the "awe" kind of awesome, not the awesome kind of awesome, nor the "aww" kind of awesome) that I decided to
(It it just me or was that last paragraph sorta confusing to read? Mmm probably just me.) (Also, "Des Borus" has no meaning whatsoever. Made it up. "Eh", however is a word commonly found in Canada.)
OH I forgot to tell the story of how it came off:
I was opening a car door and it got caught on something and fell off. Didn't hurt. Then uh... I ran... over to my desk and took a picture of it as it was still in the air.
WOWOW ironically, when I was around 5yizo, I slammed a car door on my thumb and a couples weeks later that nail came off! (P.S. A thumb is a finger. We have 10 fingers. Get over it.)
Twas also funny cuz this nail fell off on my first day of work!
Work?
Yeah!
I work as a "Student Production Assistant", and if you were following me on Twitter WHICH I KNOW YOU WERE YOU GOOD PERSON, you'd have known my first day was last Friday!
Company: CSUF Distance Education... something like that. They're in charge of the online classes on the Fullerton website.
Job Description: Convert VHS's into DVDs, upload DVDs onto a computer, edit some movies with Adobe Premiere, help film some videos (documentation stuff, not really movies), work on some Adobe Flash projects.
Not Job Description: Help little kids with homework. MUAHAHAHHA YAAAAY!
This job is SO choice, especially since it's right next to CSUFullerton! I also get to play around with almost every single Adobe program on my down time! Isn't this job RIGHT ON THE MONEY for me?! Oh, hah, literally.
I mean it when I say I feel really lucky to have this job.
I also mean it when I say that Obama does not deserve a Nobel Piece Prize for showing "good effort and incredible promise..!". Sorry for coming out of nowhere with this, but I'm just SAYIN. He didn't do jack diddly squat! Well okay, he did a couple things, such as not look gross without a shirt, but I just wanted to use "jack diddly squat" in a sentence.
Don't read me wrong, I have nothing against the Obamers as a person. I actually don't have a lot of stuff against people (other than my body up against yours WHAOSPONTANEOUSPICKUPLINEBUTNOTREALLY?!), maybe I just avoid certain people before I get to know how awful they really are. I'm looking at you, Bruce Banner. But I don't wanna talk about meeting people right now! No! I want to uh-... oh wait. Yeah actually I sorta do.
I enjoy meeting people, ...or rather knowing people. People at school, specifically. I think the reason I like going to Fullerton now is because I know people. Not a lot, just a few, but that's all I need. In a swarm of unfamiliar faces, it's so nice to recognize a friend. I thought of this a couple weeks ago when I was walking around with my art class to draw parts of the campus. I saw someone I had met earlier, and I felt immediately comforted. I waved "hi" and talked a little bit.
The second, incredibly ironic thing is that her name was Whitney. Wow, didn't realize that until just now! How cool. So many small things to just keep me going! For example, one of the little things I enjoy about college is walking up and down stairs. Especially the basementy kind. It's sort of hard to explain why I like it, especially since it's all kinds of tiring when my class is on the 5th floor, but I do, I enjoy it. Right now, anyway.
It's these minor *happenings* that make all the difference for me. A few weeks ago I had to fill up a few pages of my sketchbook for class. I decided to go draw something I liked on Flickr (a first) and I came out with this.
And by-golly-sons-of-George, I was so proud of it! I was surprised at how... GOOD it turned out! It was supposed to be an insignificant drawing to fill up these pages, like all the faces I drew back in the Whitney days which always looked like some webble katch on acid. HAHA obscure reference. (But not really, there's not such thing as a "webble katch" because I made it up. That's how bad my drawings were, though. They were unreal bad.) But this, THIS, looked like the girl in the picture. It looked like a real person.After that sketch, I couldn't draw on the page anymore as to not ruin my graphite baby. (Yes, using "graphite baby" in a sentence automatically makes you an artsy geek.)
Earlier, I didn't understand why my previous sketchbooks were filled with ambiguous shapes ranging from stick figures to turds. I thought I was just a blahblah drawer who was only decent at cartoons. And then this happened. THIS single drawing has turned my mentality around. It inspires me to draw more. That's a first - inspiring myself.
Now I look forward to drawing from Flickr almost every day (as long as I'm not lazy and or tired). Now YOU should look forward to when I'm gonna post all my other sketches! It shall be nice, and you shall like it.
Ah...
Art is great.
Yeah.
This blog is great.
Also, I am grateful for my job.
Another gear grinding issue, why is "greatful" not a word? Can Webster PLEASE just synonymize it with "grateful"!? Do you realize how many essays teachers will have to recall for false grammatical errors?? But I do have to applaud the English language for housing "synonymize" as a real word (despite blogspot's redline naysay). Good move. If language were playing chess, I believe that would result in a "check". Legalize "grateful" to make it a "checkmate" now.
DINGAHINGADARGA another confusing paragraph.
Ah well. You should go sleep. You're probably reading this in the middle of the night. If not, go take a nap. Catch up on your beauty sleep. You deserve it.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Drawing+Writing Combo Day!
Today was 24 Hour Comics Day! And me, being the Kevin that I am, decided to partake in this national event.
If you didn't know already, you lameo, 24HourComicsDay is when people make a 24 page comic for 24 hours. Usually some shops host the event, and artists can go in and get to work, staying awake from 12 to 12 just drawing away.
COOL! Was my first reaction.
But since I am not hardcore enough to do anything near that insanity, I just did as much as I could from about 10am to 4pm. That got me 6 comics! Which, if you do the math, is good pacing! So I'd like to take the time now pat myself on the back.
And done.
These comics I made might get their own website SOMEDAY down the time line of Kevin's life. ("Time life"? A time line for a person's life? Make it happen, Webster.) With only a little more adieu from these following sentences, here's what I got. Justsoyaknow, for the first two comics, I made them a couple weeks ago as just water testers of my concept, so there's a total of 8 comics here. Luckyou.
Like I said, I'll make more of these, and when I have a good number of these puppies, along with some time, I'll publish them to a nice cozy little website that they can call their home (BTW, the site will be unrelated to the site in the previous post). I have a name for the future site IN MIND, but I'm sorta welcome to suggestions.
That is all! Tell me what you think (if you want)! I don't mind if you don't like the comics, just don't be mean about it. Or else I will personally choke you with your own intestines.
P.S. My favorite one is F.
If you didn't know already, you lameo, 24HourComicsDay is when people make a 24 page comic for 24 hours. Usually some shops host the event, and artists can go in and get to work, staying awake from 12 to 12 just drawing away.
COOL! Was my first reaction.
But since I am not hardcore enough to do anything near that insanity, I just did as much as I could from about 10am to 4pm. That got me 6 comics! Which, if you do the math, is good pacing! So I'd like to take the time now pat myself on the back.
And done.
These comics I made might get their own website SOMEDAY down the time line of Kevin's life. ("Time life"? A time line for a person's life? Make it happen, Webster.) With only a little more adieu from these following sentences, here's what I got. Justsoyaknow, for the first two comics, I made them a couple weeks ago as just water testers of my concept, so there's a total of 8 comics here. Luckyou.
Like I said, I'll make more of these, and when I have a good number of these puppies, along with some time, I'll publish them to a nice cozy little website that they can call their home (BTW, the site will be unrelated to the site in the previous post). I have a name for the future site IN MIND, but I'm sorta welcome to suggestions.
That is all! Tell me what you think (if you want)! I don't mind if you don't like the comics, just don't be mean about it. Or else I will personally choke you with your own intestines.
P.S. My favorite one is F.
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