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This is it, don't bother with the Fortean Ceiling tune, that's just me messing around.

I finally decided to remix Hijack with the Mystic Cave Zone theme from Sonic the Hedgehog 2, although I haven't posted the remix on mc's site yet because I went all shy. I'll wait a few days before he even gets the chance to hear it. I had massive trouble with the bass levels which I hope are sorted out for all speaker types, not that many people will hear this.

I really need to get one of my site templates in action. That makeshift yellow is vomit inducing.

Woah, my Vader wallpaper has reached over 1000 views and now I'm being badgered to get a print account. I think not. That particular deviation is not print worthy plus I can't go making money off someones elses creations. I shall refine a better version, but I'm still not getting a print account. Not so the corporation can be satisfied with it's profits.

*spit*

I'm not good at this being mean stuff... you cantankerous sons of bitches. You have womens legs! I on the other hand have copious amounts of booze and by crikey it makes your face a million times more tolerable. You now resemble a desperate... ah forget it. All I have is wind. And matches!

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It's a damn dodgy shame.

Moderating System of a Downs messageboard sure is sucking up a lot of time, leaving hardly any for drawing. I do try to draw when I go to bed but I'm usually listening to music when I do that and I keep zoning out because mc chris is awesome and the last album from Skinny Puppy is plain awe inspiring.

Another thing keeping me away from lead heaven is that I'm remixing some mc chris tracks because I got my hands on some acappelas of his including Geek, Tractor, Ten Year Old and Fetts Vette. Since everyone has remixed Fetts Vette I might do Ten Year Old... but Fetts Vette is so good.

www.mcchris.com - rendering my underwear useless for the past week.

Oh, and check out this highly disturbing Mrs Vader.
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I want those heels.

I have the hots for MC Chris.

*blinks*

*insert innuendo here*

I'm off to sunny California for two weeks. Touch me, I'm famous.

Mood: Oh my gosh.
Listening to: Metallica - Enter Sandman

If all goes well I should be moderating the official System of a Down message board. Smacky has kindly picked me as a replacement and I am supah dupah happy in the pants. Although... I might have to curb my slightly nasty arsed behaviour towards idiots. Ah democracy, you're such a wet fart sometimes.

If you'll excuse me, I have nerdy things to take care of.

Artwise:

Rygel of Farscape
Clonetrooper
Gay C3PO comic strip
Ghandi the Baboon
General Carver
Milieus the Spy
Ertia View from Carvers Window

Music:

Recompose Killdren
Do strings for A Place Called Thunder
Mimic a degraded kick/snare
Render umpteen tracks to MP3

Website:

Start again

Music : E Nomine - Das Omen
Mood: Sarastic

A few of todays favorites on the front page of this site are exceptionally shite. I'll name no names. Let's just say that sometimes a persons status can cause people on their watchlist to crawl so far up their arse that no only do they become accustomed to the smell, but they also lose the ability to see properly. I call it colon-vision. Yes, I am questioning their taste and their motives, not the technical ability of the artist/s involved.

Music : Strapping Young Lad - SYL
Mood : Ooo, matron. By eck, chook

I need to concentrate on simpler strokes instead of messy ones (as with everything, eh?) that take up half the page with squiggles and disjointed lines.

By crikey this song is good. Just so you know I'm headbanging like a posessed monkey.

Anyway, my extensive use of the eyedropper tool must stop. It's verging on fraudulent. Why am I writing this? Gah, stupid coffee...  making me hyper. I could crush several grapes. You know where.

Listening to: Skinlab - Beneath the Surface
Mood: Douchebag

I have returned. Again. Once more. This is me: the sequel.

It turns out you can't actually do anything without a graphics tablet handy when you're me. I know the shape of the box I put it in but I don't know the shape of the box I put the box in. If I could find the big outer box then I have the small inner box then I could maybe finish my several projects and have some sense of pride that I'm not a complete washout. Now, if you'll excuse me my journal is down at the moment and I need to say the boring stuff (I know, it's all boring).

Jamaicans keep phoning and trying to sell me kitchens and timeshares.
I have discovered that if I play a drumbeat in FL Studio and open up a stereograph thingy (technical name for it) in it's mix channel and take a screenshot then import it into photoshop and crop the area that is the stereo waves, rotate it 90 degrees anticlockwise and open up the picture in a beepmap back in FL Studio then I get a heavily filtered version of the drumbeat.
Oh yes, I am truly gifted with nerdy tendancies. I play point and click puzzle strategy games for cripes sake and my glasses are the thickest black rimmed milk bottles I could lay my hands on. Apparantly I'm cute in the glasses. I don't wanna be cute. I wanna be goddamned rip-your-tights-off sexy. I may go back to contact lenses if I didn't have the fear of burning my eyeballs out like that one time when I forgot to put the diluting thingy in the lens cleaner solution. It burrrrrrrns!

I'm writing a sci-fi novel and you all better buy it when I get it published. Its working title is "Dimension Earth Five" and it has to do with wars and dimension shifting portals and spies and tense hostage situations with the obligatory martial arts bitch slapping of the bad guys.

And now I vanish to search for my incy wincy graphics tablet. Where are you, bitch?

Egads, well the Star Wars thingie is not finished. I cannot get a freaking texture to sit right on the clonetroopers and the background looks like an explosion at the baked bean factory. I'm in a big artistic huff now and I won't be able to finish this until next week because my arse is being huftied back up to Scotland.

Oh well, at least I get to go to California next month. I have a male over there I need to *ahem* take care of...

Will she finish the damn painting? Will she move house without getting the shits in the motorway cafe? Find out next week on *dundunduuuuun* THE AMAZING ADVENTURES OF A TOSSER!!!1

In Medal of Honor the Nazis occasionally shout "shizer" at me right before I fill them full of pixel lead.

Now, I figured that since Star Wars is going to be movie of the decade I'd give drawing Vader a go. I got the helmet finished the other night but it's lacking something. It's just... blah. Black and white. I'm going to put something reflecting on it I think. I was hoping to get it finished before the movie release date but that isn't looking likely. It still might happen.

I'm as reliable as windowsXP on a beermat. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck, and so on.

<3 drunkness.

<3 jack daniels.#

oh, i can't fee; mty legs. ^_^
Fun!

Yes, well... I just came on over here to check up on messages and I get smacked in the chops with a free one week subscription trial. I can safely say that the grass IS greener on the other side. When this runs out I may well get myself subscribed. Size matters when it comes to thumbnails.

I got 90 pages worth of 110gsm sketch pads the other day and after printing out all of my anatomical guides I've been sketching like a bastid. I need to be more confident with linework and not be so "cat scratchy" because I lose details and form that way.

It's cold.

BT are arseholios! I woke up one morning and my modem was getting no signal and this was nearly two weeks ago. I've been on hold phoning their arse faced customer service deparment since last Monday. I'M SO ANNOYED I'VE A GOOD MIND TO SEND THEM A VERY ANGRY LETTER!

Aye. England isn't working out. I'm moving back up to Scotland where I shall... ummm... fu... the... pass.

Believe it or not I am currently arting so art shall soon be up in my gallery but I'm slow so give me time. A lot of time.

Lemmings.

So this is it... tonight my computer gets packed away and I will be offline for what could be two whole weeks! Calamity! Whatever shall I do with myself? I have my PS2 and a few games... but that's only good until my eyes get blurry after 22 hours of solid playing.

I have a lot to do when I get down to England, such as getting my clay supply in order and getting those fiberglassing books I've been looking at. Boots need to be aquired and fabric stores need to be sought out then I can get on with "the process of making something that I might actually be good at".

So long DA. I'll be back soon.

I guess I'll be making a lot of comic strips based on movies then...

On the cards I have:

Star Wars (obviously since I've already made two of them)
Star Trek
The Matrix
The Ring
Nightmare on Elm Street
Hellraiser
Starship Troopers
Spiderman
Blair Witch Project
Fight Club
Shrek
Finding Nemo
Predator
Terminator
Exorcist

That should keep me busy for a while.

I'll be offline from the 24th since I'm moving house but I'll be doing some comic strips by hand (the horror movies) so they'll be ready by the time I get my computer set up in England.

Bla bla bla ^_^

As posted in my livejournal

I'd rather not be living with my parents at this point in my life. If they want to move then I have to go with them which sucks a bit even though it's exciting and the new place is better than this place I'm currently in. I have to find a new job and get to know even more new people. I'm bad enough at that as it is. I annoy everyone I meet, and I mean EVERYONE. I'm far too quiet, far too slow, far too fucking nicey nice and far too weird. I would have preferred to stay here up until my visa application was finalised giving me less hassle to deal with, and by hassle I mean jobs. Fuck me, I may work a shit job right now but I get paid for it. It's almost job security. I'll have to hide the Jack Daniels (again) if I end up unemployed (again). Last time it was for over a year (and I'm not counting the 6 week stint I had in that fucking clothes shop because they were all cunts and I got fired for fuck all).

Meh, not all of today was complete and utter shit. I had about ten-fifteen minutes of good. It would have been even better had I gone through with kicking the arses of two people but like I said, I'm too fucking nicey nice.

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