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They Call That "Male Bonding"
August 8, 2003
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Oy... my brain feels soggy. Looks like it was doing some living while it was gone. I don't think I'll ask where it was, or what it was doing. I think I'd rather not know.
ANYHOW! Here is a veritable deluge of art from me to you, so yay with the stuffness:
More of Sierra, whom you saw the last time I posted much art: here are some more detailings of her and her costume, from the side and the back. Oh yeah, and her little ferret familiar, Feydarkken. Yay ferret familiars! ::grin::
One of Blue that I gave the Photoshop filter treatment to just because I could. Yep. Not much more background than that. Oh yeah, and I attempted to set a kind of "base frame" for her body before I drew her, which is odd because usually I draw her totally freehand. So if she looks a little "off" to you, this is likely why. Wa-hah.
Finally - and the jewel of my little collection - is Blue as her alter-ninja-ego, the Blue Frenzy, in a very Sly Cooper-esque pose. Now technically I know that with the moon that big and bright and theoretically looking at it directly, one wouldn't be able to see any stars, as my dear Web Guy Josiah pointed out. However, I'll put physics aside for now because the stars make the picture look way cooler, and I do the art, so HAH. ::laughs madly:: You scoff, but trust me. The stars made it look WAY better. Yep.
Well, other than what you see here and the usual goodies on the right, I've got nothing to link right now. Maybe you all should join me in spirit to watch Saturday's Trading Spaces: it's at the University of Arizona, and although I'm a Sun Devil at heart (read: ASU) and not a Wildcat fan, hey, it's Arizona, and I like any good press my old home state gets. You should've seen how totally apeshit I went when I saw that one episode of Insomniac (on Comedy Central, home of much, MUCH goodness) where Dave Attell was in Tempe. I was yelping and pointing all over the place, yelling at my poor Web Guy/husband like "OOO! Josiah! Look! He's on Mill Avenue now! He's right by the Cold Stone Creamery! Oh my God! I know where that is! Oh crap! This is so cool!!" ...and so on, ad nauseam.
...Oh crap, brace yourselves, I'm going to quote literature at you.
"She refers to a phenomenon of moviegoing which I have called certification. Nowadays when a person lives somewhere, in a neighborhood, the place is not certified for him. More than likely he will live there sadly and the emptiness which is inside him will expand until it evacuates the entire neighborhood. But if he sees a movie which shows his very neighborhood, it becomes possible for him to live, for a time at least, as a person who is Somewhere and not Anywhere."
That's Walker Percy's The Moviegoer, page 63. Ignore that stuff about the emptiness... it's not the happiest book ever, and Percy is quite the gentleman whose mind is very much on the fact that the "glory of the South" has long since taken the proverbial crap. And while the probability of one's "very neighborhood" getting shown somewhere in the early 1950's might be moderate, now, it's largely impossible to see it in the movies, and pretty much out of the question on television... unless we're talking about seeing it on COPS or the evening news, which is a dubious honor indeed. But yeah.
What? Can't an English Major quote something every now and then? Web Guy Josiah has gone on about Computer-Science-y stuff here before, why can't I quote shit at you? Philistines, pfeh. I'm just going to sit here on Saturday soaking in the joy of my Trading Spaces-ness and "certification" of what I have seen of the U of A campus and like it, dammit. Come to me, sweet learning and redecorating goodness! Ah, I can almost smell the paint fumes!
...Or that's because I'm sniffing an open can of paint. Whoops! Arrgg... ::falls over:: Goodnight, folks, take care... and while you're on your way out, could you get rid of all these dammed leprechauns? They're everywhere! ::begins vigorously scratching at flesh:: AUGH! Little mutant platypuses... all over my flesh!
Your One-Stop-Shop For Madness Incarnate,
Annie "Blue" C
Tell me something I don't understand
- The Clash
"Train In Vain"
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