Tuesday, February 26, 2008

mesmerizing.

I saw a video like this a few years back, but stumbled on it again. I could watch this sort of thing for hours.





Beautiful, dynamic art!

Monday, February 25, 2008

things're lookin' good

Got positive feedback on my first two penciled pages of my capstone project, as well as two more pages thumbnailed and ready to pencil. Stuff seems to finally be falling into place.


I took the evening to sketch whatever came to mind.





I needed that...now back to work!

Friday, February 22, 2008

this week's random pictures.

And I really do mean random...


Parking Lot LOVE




Nan, you're a window shopper.




EPIC icicle (that word never looks right when you type it...)



I imagine I will...at some point in the future...(this is the same place that produced the fortune "A nice cake is waiting for you"...i'm noticing a trend)




Cup-shaped ice with straw!




Another view!


It looks kinda sad now...




That concludes this week's random pictures. Tune in next week!

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

i feel DIRTY

This quiz is JUNK!


Typecast Yourself!


That is one of my absolute LEAST favorite fonts in the history of fonts...

And that description? Totally not me.

I had a hard time choosing any of the answers to the questions, since none of them really applied to me.

So that's my excuse for getting this result.



I have to go shower for like two hours now....

Monday, February 18, 2008

faces of IT131

So I was waiting a few hours after class and ended up in the 24 hour lab in the IT building, in the prime location for some people watching/sketching. There were some interesting faces in the crowd..



One of the guys got up and left before I could finish him. Ah well...I'll have to start doing this more often.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

MADLIBS!

You don't need to go out drinking for a good time. No no. All you need to do is stay in with creative people and do Madlibs for an hour and you've got yourself inside jokes for life. And possibly a hernia...

Here are just a few of the stories Jon, Laura, and I came up with. I laughed so much I almost cried.

Description of the Lovely Group That I Am In

We are having a perfectly fluffy time this evening in the mysterious home of Jon*. The rooms are decorated pointedly with many stylish kitties that must have cost at least $42. The guests are all mind-numbing conversationalists and are all squarely dressed. Lou has been entertaining us by telling us about the time she showed her hairy cow to Laura, who mistook it for an early American pocket. The refreshments are fleshy, and the idea of serving hot and transparent hors d'oeuvres showed imagination. Visiting here is always an odorous experience.

Fable #1

Once upon a time, a chockful guide expert named Jon felt a smelly pain. He sent for a rough surgeon who looked at his decorative stomach and said, "Holy shit!" Then he muttered drunkenly "I see your trouble. The squirrel on your dapper stomach is overlapping the sock next to your kidney." The surgeon absolutely took him to the barbequed operating room of the hospital. there he made an unnecessary incision reaching from the patient's duck to his button. "Oh snap!" said the surgeon. "That takes care of that constricted nostril." With that, he began sewing up the incision. However, on the tenth stitch the patient sneezed and almost pulled the baked potato out of the frame, but the surgeon took one final stitch and saved the truck. MORAL: A hook in time saves nine.


Advice to Prospective Parents

Congratulations to all of you cleansing mothers and fishy fathers. You are about to give birth to a broccoli. Remember, a happy child comes from a happy crimp. The arrival of your ping-pong will cause many sparse changes in your life. You'll probably have to get up at 4 am to give the little manwhore its bottle of yellow milk and change his or her broads. Later when he or she is 3.14 years old and able to walk, you'll hear the patter of little breadsticks around the house. And in no time, your child will be talking frankly, and calling you his or her "llama", and saying things like, "Teh fuck?!" right to your face. It's no wonder they are called little bundles of foot.

My Dream Girl

The girl of my dreams has horrible lime green hair scented like apples. Her eyes are like two periwinkle pools of orange juice. And her lips remind me of wavy huevos. Her skin is as smooth and lovely as a hard scene, and she has a figure like Lou. When she enters a room, people always stare at her and say "Goddamnit**! What a cool woman!" Her sense of humor is always hungry, and people marvel at her stuttering vocabulary. In my dreams I see her wearing a drunk dress and a diamond mustache in her hair. I would gladly give up all my rattles for one evening with this fergalicious female. Her name is Laura.

My Dream Man

My "dream man" should, first of all, be very thirsty and unholy. He should have a physique like Michael Jackson, a profile like Simon Amstell, and the intelligence of an antelope. He must be polite and always remember to prance my documentary, to tip his squid, and to take my gizzards when crossing the street. He should move ridiculously, should have a peachy voice, and should always dress finely. I would also like him to be a clammy dancer and when we're alone he should whisper rampant nothings in my eyelid and hold my rocky stoner. I know a marshmellowy man like this is hard to find. In fact, the only one I can think of is Jon.

"Secret" Letter From an Admirer

Dear Miss Laura,
You may not recall my porkchop, but I met you at the braided cocktail party given by our sugar-coated friend, Lou. We had a juicy talk about funky sheep, and I was impressed by your flaming conversation and your grasp of the captivating situation. Also, I was very much attracted by your empty eyes, your wrinkled little chin, and your curly teeth. If you'll pardon me for seeming dead, I was fascinated by your swollen walk and by your wrong figure. I hope I made an annoying impression and that we can get together for a nice Saturn next week.
Angrily yours,
Jon

Proper Care of the Scalp (this was the last one we did, and by far the most wrong. you have been warned)

Don't neglect your scalp! Even though you don't know it, your scalp may be kinky. This can cause your hair to turn flushed and plump. A cross-eyed scalp is due to over activity on the part of the fetish gland and to excessive production of the optometrists normally present in the skin. For a healthy scalp, wash your head morbidly every night in homosexual water and then take a hot slinky shampoo. Then massage your fiddler for five minutes with a sharp windmill. If you suffer from dastardly hair, soak your beast regularly in a sunscreen of vinegar. Good luck!







*we were actually NOT in Jon's home. This story lies.

**alternate word provided by Laura: "Fuckpumpkins!"

Saturday, February 16, 2008

so far, so good

Post #50!

This is the best I've done with a blog this far. I even took the time to personalize it a bit more. I'm no web design expert, but it's always nice to see something like this work. Anyway!

It's become a tradition now for Laura, Jon, and me to go out to dinner on Thursdays after class. This Thursday we had some more people join us (including another John, a Colin, and a Jay). Hopefully this continues, because it really is a fun time.

First, the weird faces:

I'd suggest taking a closer look at this one...


Because I wasn't in the group picture making a weird face. I tend to favor the cross-eyed look. Oh, and that's Jon's hand. He was a ninja and snuck them in at the last minute.

Now, general goofiness:

John rocking his alien look.


Colin saying something REALLY important!


what's THAT?!


Nantucket Nectars Orange Mango is the BEST. John looks unimpressed, though.


Rockin' out with the salt and pepper shakers. Jay contemplates this...


aaaaaaaaaahhhCHICKEN SAUCE!


Laura, Jon and I ended up going to dinner on Friday night as well, since it was payday and it was Friday...and what better way to celebrate the coming of the weekend than a nice evening among friends? We went to Applebee's for their awesome fiesta wrappers, or whatever they're called. A good time was had by all.

Oh! And Jon drew a squid. With a bowtie.

Friday, February 8, 2008

more random things.

So, I had my first physical therapy session today. Obviously I'm not running and jumping around yet, but it was nice to see where I was at and where I needed to be. Interesting fact of the day: apparently I have hypermobility in my ankles. Or at least my left one. I probably had it in my right before I went and broke it...Basically I can tilt my ankle at more extreme angles than average, which I guess also means I need more strength to keep my ankle stable. Or something like that. So anyway, I've got six exercises to do at home twice a day...and I have to go to physical therapy twice a week for the next six weeks...

I called my ankle doctor's office to see if I could take the boot off yet, since it's been seven weeks and the impression I'd gotten was that after six weeks, I'd be able to go without it. So three hours or so after I'd called, I decide screw it, I'm going out with no boot, damn it. AND I'm going to drive. Because I've been walking around the apartment for the past week or so without the boot and I feel confident. And two months of not driving is more than enough, thank you. So Laura and I went out for a little drive, and it was awesome. Of course, in the middle of the drive my doctor's office called back and told me to wait until my appointment next Tuesday before taking the boot off since they'd be taking an X-ray and checking my progress. Oh well!




So after a little drive we ended up in Starbucks to work on our story and enjoy free coffee. And, of course, to take lots of weird pictures of Colin...





Look! No boot!



And just because I was waiting for Laura to grab money from her brother, and it was interesting lighting, and I'm forever trying to get a good picture of myself because I'm totally vain like that...









Okay done!

Tuesday, February 5, 2008

things.

Things that have annoyed me over the past few days:

1. Jace Lucas asking me if I have a website, scoffing at my mention of having a blog, and upon seeing my portfolio briefly, saying "Cute. What's it called?" in his usual condescending tone of voice. I wanted to slap him.

2. Catching some random stomach bug that caused me to actually throw up for the first time in recent memory. Not a pleasant way to start the day...hopefully tomorrow turns out better. Jon did do this nice little dramatization for me earlier (using the font Harrington, of course):



3. This crap weather hasn't done a lot to help moods...The fog yesterday was crazy (not to mention kind of creepy).





Things that have amused me over the past few days:

1. Laura pouring the perfect glass of soda. Apparently there was exactly enough soda left in the bottle to fill up the glass she'd gotten EXACTLY. It was a modern-day miracle. Observe:



2. Fulfilling my margarita craving. And finding butt indents on the booth seat from the person who'd been sitting there before...