On post count:
Damn, missed my 666th post.
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On fitting into favourite clothes:
Halfway there :D
While I can't really dance to music anymore (I keep getting too much into it, start stomping around and usually stop half hour later with my right ankle hurting like hell) all the dancing and exercise seems to have kicked my metabolism into a higher gear. Suddenly, diet becomes effective! I still need to loose about 3 inches though.
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On scanning and editing pages:
AAAAAAAAARGH!
23 done today, remaining 16 tomorrow. I still need to add speedlines, focus lines, sound fx and then letter it all… ugh. But, Tuesday I should be back drawing chapter 2 :D
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The 2009 Rant, Vent, and Share thread
So hey, I finally got inspired and started up Photoshop to start finally doing some work! Aaaaaand it got stuck on the hand tool again. I didn't want to give up, since it's very rare that I actually want to draw stuff. So I decided to get my pencils and just do it by hand, but I can't find the fuckers anywhere. I can't really look because it's five in the morning and I don't want to disturb the neighbours (because they don't suck, astoundingly enough), but they're not in the obvious places, of course.
And now I'm not in the mood any more. Why does this keep fucking happening?
I'm developing the sleep pattern of an insomniac. I can't fall asleep till around 2 at the earliest, and I have to be up at 5 for work. On top of that, I think it might be messing with my metabolism. It can't be healthy that I get hungry once a day without eating and that's it.
And I believe I may have found the answers to many a farmer's nightmares.
Clearly, there is only one option to end this. Iowa must declare war on Australia for secretly exporting it's rogue, Tasmanian wallaby agents to destroy the crops in completely absurd ways.
It stops here Australia. We won't let you weaken us, so you can send your plumbers to install reverse flushing toilets. -_-
I had an interesting dream last night. I know sharing dreams is kinda lame, but this one was really vivid and the result of way too much DD webcomics, so I decided to share.
In the dream, it was called Comic World or Cartoon World, but what it actually was was a world of fictional people – like the dumping ground for every story ever put into visual media. There were no talking animals walking around or anything, just normal people. The only thing weird about them was that everyone had more vibrant skin color and brightly colored, simplified outfits (like in the movie Dick Tracy). Characters from movies and webcomics I read were there – in a large city, not unlike NYC. (I can't recall too many, but I remember characters from the first Harry Potter movie, still adorable little kids, and characters from webcomics Wolf and Cricket's Creature.)
What happened in the dream was I ended up in this world somehow, with a few hundred other "normals." (I can't recall what we were actually called in the dream.) We were paler and duller colored than all the inhabitants. It started out as just a hunt for information to get back home. But then the inhabitants started hunting *us* so we had to hide. In this world, there were a handful of people with supernatural powers (from their fantasy or superhero stories), but it turned out that all the "normals" possessed nearly limitless power in this world too – which is why they were being sought and captured. We didn't know how control to these abilities, let alone use them to our advantage. If anyone accidentally did, it drew attention to them, and our paleness made it impossible to hide. Stores and businesses wouldn't admit us. There were ransoms posted. We were scared.
Anyway, I found a group of sympathetic characters and asked them to help buy me a costume and make-up, so I would fit in, and then I could search for the way home uninhibited and send word to the other "normals." They collected items for me, and slipped them to me as I passed through dark crowds. It ended up being pink tight pants (cotton pants, like the ones I wore in the 80s), a lilac/pink shirt, a yellow cape (why a cape? I asked, and no one would tell me), and black socks and boots. The boots didn't fit me, so I wore my old tennis shoes and hoped they wouldn't be noticed. There were also white gloves with anime-style cat faces on them, but I didn't wear those. (For some reason, the whole outfit made me think of Sally from The Devon Legacy, the cat faces referring to a cat in that story, so that's the persona I adopted – hoping not to run into Sally herself but expecting her to be sympathetic if I did.) The make-up was typical golden-brown stage make-up (the stuff I had to wear when doing community plays). I hid the whole costume under my shirt.
I had to find a safe place to change into these clothes and eventually discovered a cavelike opening in a thick forest. (It wasn't a stone cave, but more it was cavelike, the walls made of impenetrable trees, vines, and bushes. As I was changing a girl came back. She lived there. She was sympathetic and helped hide me in a box because her brother was coming home. When he returned, he thought there was a dead shark in the box and wanted to drag it outside before it started rotting (yeas, dreams have weird lapses in logic; I'm just relating this imagery to you while the details are fresh in my mind).
Once on the beach, I finished my costume change. Then I boarded a large raft with many inhabitants on it and we drifted away. I had conversations with these people and realized my costume was working. I found that very relieving. We were on open water at night and surrounded by a fog, so it was a little eerie, and we could see nothing but each other and hear only the water slapping the side of the boat. However, our conversations were cheerful enough and we were traveling to a specific place (I can't remember where). We landed on a small island and were boarded by a handful of rough-looking thugs. One guy was BIG (like Tim from my own story Used Books). The others were shifty-looking, unwashed, unshaven, gaunt, and had whitish skin. They were apparently ghosts.
At first, I thought they meant to rob us and take hostages, and they seemed pretty hostile. But then they forced us onto shore and set to take our raft. As they started to leave, I suddenly had an epiphany and was feeling oddly brave (like the "hero," a feeling I sometimes have in real life but more often in dreams). I pushed past the big guy the the thin, scruffy (and most menacing) ghost at the end of the raft. He brandished a knife at me, but I pushed his arm away and pulled him close. I whispered "You're a 'normal,' aren't you?" His eyes welled up. I started telling him about my exploits and asking him to join me, but the big guy tossed me off the raft, and it started drifting away. The pale guy watched me as they vanished into the fog. He had a pleading look in his eyes and a raised arm as if asking for help.
It's like all my brain wants to do now is 'CREATE CREATE CREATE', i keep getting all these ideas for drawing:
-chinese girl and panda selling noodles in a cart, tons of chinese decor on it
-guy fishing on raft with his run-down shack house and a palm-tree on it, in the water below this huge fish with retard teeth is about to bite.
- cool windmill house made out of natural looking wood and vegetation,
-tough looking lesbian pirate getting molested by a weak looking british girl(what a twist~)
-another aztec girl with this long tailed Quetzalcoatl bird/phoenix on her arm
Today I woke up to see an envelope with nothing but my name written on it in my mother's handwriting. I opened it and read it. The letter said "You and your boyfriend can not live here. I told you I will not be your welcome mat."
I remembered how relieved I felt when she offered me a place to stay. Now here I was being reminded that I had made a terrible mistake. Apparantly I had done something horrible to my mother for her to warrant this.
"I know you know I am not going to take care of a grown man." I knew that she wasn't going to take care of us. She wasn't even taking care of herself. She couldn't afford to.
"You are both wrong for me allowing you to stay here and you not contributing to the bills." First of all, she said not to pay any of the bills. She never told me how much her bills were and kept reminding me that I didn't need to pay her anything. Second, she makes twice as much money as me. If she actually WENT to work then she would be financially fine. But she didn't go to work and somehow that's her daughter's fault. She told me to focus on finding a place.
"You two litterally ran me into the ground. You can't stay anywhere without paying bills." I'm suprised I ran her lazy ass anywhere. She was the one who chose to miss work and now she's blaming us. I just started working again two weeks ago and my paycheck was for one week. My entire paycheck would barely be able to pay one of her bills since she had stopped paying them for a couple of months.
"You even drive the car and never payed the car note." First off, she was the one who decided to get a second car. Second, she was the one who told the dealership to just take it instead of giving us the number so that we could take over the other car.
"Everything, I have I worked and payed for. Now I'm about to lose a lot." My mother is about to lose a lot because she didn't go to fucking work and now she has no fucking money but somehow this is my fault…after I gave her $50 dollars and shit.
"You two must go when I told you or I'm forced to get a court order. I mean it !!. I told you to leave in 30 days as of May, 29 2009." I got the letter this morning.
Well, Shane and I are not married and we are keeping my mother from getting blessed because she is a "holiness" (her words, not mine). Despite the fact that she invited us. Despite the fact that we bought essencials for the house and helped her clean it (since she never did). All that shit is meaningless. I was nice, respectful and everything. So was Shane, though my mom was suddenly convinced that he was trying to undermine her authority.
…I think…I don't think my mom cares about me…at all…Fuck, this is making me cry now…I'm just so angry. I feel so betrayed.
So tell me, what did I do? Be honest, what did I do to merit this?
So I'm finally up to Page 5. That means just 2 more pages until the end of the prologue.
I don't really feel bad, because I was kind of taking a break. I'll have it done soon. After that, I may post it up here, or I may wait. I'll probably just post it though.
Today, I actually came up with an idea for a villain, and I sketched it out. I wished it was more original, but it's a spider android thing. I just gotta think of a way to get out of the cliche evil spider thing.
And also an evil little girl, but I added some things to make it…more original.
I basically just need more villains. Counting the little girl, I only have about 8 (3 of them being a team) antagonists.
Maybe more grunts or something?
And today, I'm supposedly going to hang out at my best friend's house. His girlfriend is going to be over, and he's going to be playing Resident Evil on the gamecube later on. I suppose while he's doing that, I could draw or something.
Also have been reading Air Gear online. I got up to chapter like…90? It was good, up until that point. It's really starting to kinda…suck. I don't know. I'll have to read more later.
Today, I actually came up with an idea for a villain, and I sketched it out. I wished it was more original, but it's a spider android thing. I just gotta think of a way to get out of the cliche evil spider thing.Cockroach! Cockroaches are dope, man.
Or you could make up somethin' really lame off the top of your head- like squid creatures in giant robots- and go with it. That's totally what I did. I think I was somewhat subconsciously influenced by Krang from the old TMNT cartoon.
When you give me a test asking where a piece of art was produced, and I correctly specify Rome, rather than give the general country of just Italy, that is not an acceptable excuse to deduct points from my score.
The addition of the phrase "type of printmaking" does not change the definition "Etching is the technique of burning into a plate or other surface with acids in order to create an image. It is often used in conjunction with drypoint. It became popular during the Baroque era especially in the Netherlands." significantly enough in my book to merit taking 50% off the points for the question. I've seen historical and contemporary uses of both drypoint and etching in other media besides printmaking.
Putting images on the quiz which aren't even in the book or lectures ain't cool either.
This sort of crap makes me think that a lot of art history majors bear some sort of jealous grudge against fine art and design majors.
When you give me a test asking where a piece of art was produced, and I correctly specify Rome, rather than give the general country of just Italy, that is not an acceptable excuse to deduct points from my score.Dude, sounds like that instructor has a grudge against you! Or else got a grad to grade 'em, who didn't know the answers himself, and was apparently a moron, and marked off for anything that wasn't the exact answer on the key he was given.
The addition of the phrase "type of printmaking" does not change the definition "Etching is the technique of burning into a plate or other surface with acids in order to create an image. It is often used in conjunction with drypoint. It became popular during the Baroque era especially in the Netherlands." significantly enough in my book to merit taking 50% off the points for the question. I've seen historical and contemporary uses of both drypoint and etching in other media besides printmaking.
Putting images on the quiz which aren't even in the book or lectures ain't cool either.
This sort of crap makes me think that a lot of art history majors bear some sort of jealous grudge against fine art and design majors.
And etching- Yeah, you're totally right. It significant to mention printmaking to stress that the final result was not the plate, but the prints pulled from it. The creation of the original image on the plate was not the point in the case of Rembrant & Co. You're talking about etching as "Etching", a subcategory of the artistic discipline of Printmaking; to which the production of multiples- especially in that era- was indicative. To not mention that etching's a type of printmaking is an omission. Idiots.
Why does that make me so angry? :gem:
Dude, sounds like that instructor has a grudge against you! Or else got a grad to grade 'em, who didn't know the answers himself, and was apparently a moron, and marked off for anything that wasn't the exact answer on the key he was given.
And etching- Yeah, you're totally right. It significant to mention printmaking to stress that the final result was not the plate, but the prints pulled from it. The creation of the original image on the plate was not the point in the case of Rembrant & Co. You're talking about etching as "Etching", a subcategory of the artistic discipline of Printmaking; to which the production of multiples- especially in that era- was indicative. To not mention that etching's a type of printmaking is an omission. Idiots.
Why does that make me so angry? :gem:
I'm pretty sure she just runs them through a computer and doesn't much bother to actually read the answers. What makes me mad is that she seems to arbitrarily choose specific terms and nitpicks.
I was actually the one who omitted the phrase "type of printmaking" at the beginning of that definition because I was not talking specifically about printmaking when I wrote it. Even so, the fact of the matter is, I was defining the technique, not just one usage of it. There was more to the essay it was part of, that further explained what I was saying wherein I stated that the technique is primarily a printmaking technique, but she didn't even bother to read through it. She just stopped there and gave me a 50% on the question. Even though it was incredibly popular as a printmaking technique at the time, it also found it's way into enough other work that I felt it would be an omission of all the other examples to specify only printing, and she never said that she wanted to know it's definition as related to only printmaking.
Were they squids? I didn't think you ever actually saw them… unless you're talkin' about the remake, which I refuse to believe exists.like squid creatures in giant robots
Coughwaroftheworldscough.
In the book, they're described as damp, squat, blob like creatures with tentacles that have trouble moving and breathing in Earth's atmosphere. Although, that does seem more like an octopus than a squid, so never mind.
Cephalopods all the same. So TMNT ripped of H.G. Wells, and I ripped off TMNT. >:)Were they squids? I didn't think you ever actually saw them… unless you're talkin' about the remake, which I refuse to believe exists.like squid creatures in giant robots
Coughwaroftheworldscough.
In the book, they're described as damp, squat, blob like creatures with tentacles that have trouble moving and breathing in Earth's atmosphere. Although, that does seem more like an octopus than a squid, so never mind.
Oh, I gotcha. Yeah, usually when teachers grade essays, they'll just scan for key words, and if they don't see 'em, then that's the big red X, even if the answer's technically correct, which it seems like yers was.Dude, sounds like that instructor has a grudge against you! Or else got a grad to grade 'em, who didn't know the answers himself, and was apparently a moron, and marked off for anything that wasn't the exact answer on the key he was given.
And etching- Yeah, you're totally right. It significant to mention printmaking to stress that the final result was not the plate, but the prints pulled from it. The creation of the original image on the plate was not the point in the case of Rembrant & Co. You're talking about etching as "Etching", a subcategory of the artistic discipline of Printmaking; to which the production of multiples- especially in that era- was indicative. To not mention that etching's a type of printmaking is an omission. Idiots.
Why does that make me so angry? :gem:
I'm pretty sure she just runs them through a computer and doesn't much bother to actually read the answers. What makes me mad is that she seems to arbitrarily choose specific terms and nitpicks.
I was actually the one who omitted the phrase "type of printmaking" at the beginning of that definition because I was not talking specifically about printmaking when I wrote it. Even so, the fact of the matter is, I was defining the technique, not just one usage of it. There was more to the essay it was part of, that further explained what I was saying wherein I stated that the technique is primarily a printmaking technique, but she didn't even bother to read through it. She just stopped there and gave me a 50% on the question. Even though it was incredibly popular as a printmaking technique at the time, it also found it's way into enough other work that I felt it would be an omission of all the other examples to specify only printing, and she never said that she wanted to know it's definition as related to only printmaking.
But at least you're done with it, right?
I have a cold and feel awful -_-
So tell me, what did I do? Be honest, what did I do to merit this?Mums can be meaner than anyone else when they feel like it. Christianity makes them worse.
That's terrible. Try and move out , get some good friends to stay with for a while?
AAAAaaaAaAaAaAAAAAAaarrrRRRRrRrrGGGHHHhhhHHHHH!!!!!
At this moment I hate looking at photoshop… I spent two days scanning and editing my pages, filling black areas (which is tedious work… I mean, it's simple, hit the area to fill with magic wand, expand selection by 3 pixels so there's no white edges, fill the area with black… WHOOPS! I missed a PIXEL in the outline and it just marked half of the page… whoops, this one has a INSIVIBLE TINY GAP TOO!), resizing them, pasting into the page template, adding panel borders…
…now I have to add speed lines and sound effects…
What the hell am I supposed to do with sound effects? Go mess around for a week with various fonts, trying to find one that works? hand draw them in photoshop like in din krakatau? Do that but with a clear line instead of this jagged line I used? Skip them entirely and risk couple of bits might be more difficult to tell? Ehh… So I spent the last two hours battling with two sound effects and I had enough… I'll continue tomorrow and do the speedlines first and then see…
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