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General | Posted 15 years agoI AM TOUCHING IT.
No one's gonna take me alive.
General | Posted 15 years agoI'm fucking back, baby.
H8 sik
General | Posted 15 years agoI don't know what this is anymore. I keep saying it was the common cold, now I think it's allergies, but it makes my day completely miserable, particularly the mornings. I think I'm going to the doctor tomorrow when I get the time.
The Angriest Animals on Earth
General | Posted 15 years agoChihuahuas. I love them. They're so adorable when they're pissed off.
Today I met a chihuahua, who walked right up to me so I started giving it attention, petting it and stuff, and it started to growl at me, so I stopped. Then it hopped up onto my leg as if asking for more, so I did so! ... and then it growled again.
I think this one got what it wanted, it got love and it got to be angry all at the same time. That's all they really want.
Today I met a chihuahua, who walked right up to me so I started giving it attention, petting it and stuff, and it started to growl at me, so I stopped. Then it hopped up onto my leg as if asking for more, so I did so! ... and then it growled again.
I think this one got what it wanted, it got love and it got to be angry all at the same time. That's all they really want.
Pervy Nintendo DS/Wii Minigames~
General | Posted 15 years agoI bought Warioware DIY last week with the sole intention of creating naughty furry minigames. So far, I've made a few and I had a great time making all of them!
If you want to check them out just punch my friend code in so you can play my games on your Wii or DS with Warioware DIY!
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If you want to check them out just punch my friend code in so you can play my games on your Wii or DS with Warioware DIY!
4512 3028 6860
Furry Math
General | Posted 16 years agoI figured out the branch of mathematics I should study...
Knot theory!
...Fuck you, I thought it was clever!
Knot theory!
...Fuck you, I thought it was clever!
A little bit
General | Posted 16 years agoA little bit nostalgic
A little bit worn
A little bit disappointed
A little bit lost
I'm not even for sure what emotion I'm feeling right now
A little bit worn
A little bit disappointed
A little bit lost
I'm not even for sure what emotion I'm feeling right now
FUCK YOU, I'M OLD
General | Posted 16 years agoGET OFF MY LAWN YOU DAMN KIDS.
Slump.
General | Posted 16 years agoI'm not going to lie, I've been in a nine month long creative slump. A total of two drawings in my gallery were created within the last nine months -- everything else is old. Whereas a year ago about this time, I was doing at least three sketches a night and putting a major work out at least once a month (yet I was still too lazy to post anything). Now I'm lucky if I sketch more than once every other week. I need to get back on the road to producing, not because I want any recognition (Christ, I'd post so much more here if I wanted that), but because I feel at my peak when I'm creating what I want -- uninhibited -- and I know that very well. I feel like I have a creative block -- or, more accurately put, a complete lack of will.
I went back and grabbed some albums that I've never really heard in their entirety, hoping maybe I'd be able to revive some interest. Music has been able to spark a revival in work after a slump.
I keep getting the feeling I need to be around creative people more. People I can bounce my ideas off of -- music, visual, it doesn't matter -- and help me find a reason to get back to work. Most of my creative friends in this town, however, have since scattered or stopped producing altogether.
Hum. Not to be depressing, however. I'm confident I'm going to get back into my mode sometime.
Also: When I listen to the Pixies' "Where is My Mind?" I get this strange sensation of falling. :|
And now I will plague the internet with a meme...Reply to this journal and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.
8. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you.
9. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.
10. If you play, you MUST post this on yours.
I can't answer everyone, but I'll try.
I went back and grabbed some albums that I've never really heard in their entirety, hoping maybe I'd be able to revive some interest. Music has been able to spark a revival in work after a slump.
I keep getting the feeling I need to be around creative people more. People I can bounce my ideas off of -- music, visual, it doesn't matter -- and help me find a reason to get back to work. Most of my creative friends in this town, however, have since scattered or stopped producing altogether.
Hum. Not to be depressing, however. I'm confident I'm going to get back into my mode sometime.
Also: When I listen to the Pixies' "Where is My Mind?" I get this strange sensation of falling. :|
And now I will plague the internet with a meme...Reply to this journal and:
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll tell you which song or movie you remind me of.
3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in.
4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me.
5. I'll tell you my first memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you.
8. I'll tell you my favorite thing about you.
9. I'll tell you my least favorite thing about you.
10. If you play, you MUST post this on yours.
I can't answer everyone, but I'll try.
*get item theme*
General | Posted 16 years agoI found my tablet in my unpacked boxes, but also my pen which as been missing, so, therefore, I should be up and running with that stuff again.
Also, I'm back in my hometown due to some very unpleasant circumstances, in case you didn't know.
Also, I'm back in my hometown due to some very unpleasant circumstances, in case you didn't know.
My Fursona...
General | Posted 16 years agoMy fursona is no longer Inangus.
It's John Lennon
It's John Lennon
Amazing Week
General | Posted 16 years agoCurt got in about 9 o'clock Tuesday evening. I was crabby at first because I misestimated his time of arrival and was jarred when I made the 20 mile drive to meet him, but that quickly wore off as I got to see him again. We didn't spend much of the first night doing much, going to the grocery store and picking up some food for him.
The second day, however, was much more eventful. We drove to my parents to meet with them, despite my mother's initial asocial reaction to him (she's kind of "lost in space" at the moment because of her dog -- functionally, her baby -- Tinker's declining health) But eventually she warmed up when Curt began to be his typical friendly self. It helped also that we held one of my best ever musical jams with him, me, and my brother in our garage. My dad is particularly a sucker for us playing music, and he was quick to come out and watch us. Later in the evening we went with my brother and his friends to see the new Harry Potter movie, which I think was more worth my time than reading the book and was thoroughly enjoyable -- especially with Curt around to make gay/emo jokes about Malfoy.
The reason why he was going to come up in the first place was the third day, actually. I had purchased tickets to the Sonic Youth show at the Knitting Factory; the one show I thought I'd never get to see, was actually Sonic Youth's first show in Boise. We had pizza at Curt's favorite pizza place before going to see the show. We arrived over an hour early to hold down our spots at the very front and center before the stage. The concert itself was amazing. We stood less than 10 feet from Kim Gordon as she sloppily scratched on her bass -- or guitar, which was a surprise to see her play. At one point, Thurston Moore hovered above the crowd on the edge of the stage, just a few feet from my right. Most of the songs came from their new album -- a kind of disappointment at first seeing that I had overplayed the album before the show. But, I enjoy that fact now, seeing that I can enjoy the album in a new light now knowing where some of the bizarre sounds originate from. The highlight of the night, though was when Kim Gordon reached down and handed Curt a new water bottle, which he very quickly handed to me. Thanks, Kim, for the water!
On Friday, Curt and I went to the water park using two tickets my mom gave us. Almost immediately after arriving, I burnt my feet on hot pavement, not realizing how bad it was until after we left and it was unbearably painful to put my socks and shoes. There were two blisters on the bottom of my feet which made it difficult to walk and drive. instead of laying on the bed in pain the entire time I was home, Curt drove me to the store where I got to ride an electric wheelchair around the store -- and as much as I wanted to ride them as a kid, they aren't as fun as they look. But Curt was there, and we got to spend the night together, with him taking care of me.
After Saturday, after missing work and trying to recover, today he had to leave around Sunday. I'm still sad that he's gone -- I even cried a little when he left, but I know I'll be able to see him again soon.
The second day, however, was much more eventful. We drove to my parents to meet with them, despite my mother's initial asocial reaction to him (she's kind of "lost in space" at the moment because of her dog -- functionally, her baby -- Tinker's declining health) But eventually she warmed up when Curt began to be his typical friendly self. It helped also that we held one of my best ever musical jams with him, me, and my brother in our garage. My dad is particularly a sucker for us playing music, and he was quick to come out and watch us. Later in the evening we went with my brother and his friends to see the new Harry Potter movie, which I think was more worth my time than reading the book and was thoroughly enjoyable -- especially with Curt around to make gay/emo jokes about Malfoy.
The reason why he was going to come up in the first place was the third day, actually. I had purchased tickets to the Sonic Youth show at the Knitting Factory; the one show I thought I'd never get to see, was actually Sonic Youth's first show in Boise. We had pizza at Curt's favorite pizza place before going to see the show. We arrived over an hour early to hold down our spots at the very front and center before the stage. The concert itself was amazing. We stood less than 10 feet from Kim Gordon as she sloppily scratched on her bass -- or guitar, which was a surprise to see her play. At one point, Thurston Moore hovered above the crowd on the edge of the stage, just a few feet from my right. Most of the songs came from their new album -- a kind of disappointment at first seeing that I had overplayed the album before the show. But, I enjoy that fact now, seeing that I can enjoy the album in a new light now knowing where some of the bizarre sounds originate from. The highlight of the night, though was when Kim Gordon reached down and handed Curt a new water bottle, which he very quickly handed to me. Thanks, Kim, for the water!
On Friday, Curt and I went to the water park using two tickets my mom gave us. Almost immediately after arriving, I burnt my feet on hot pavement, not realizing how bad it was until after we left and it was unbearably painful to put my socks and shoes. There were two blisters on the bottom of my feet which made it difficult to walk and drive. instead of laying on the bed in pain the entire time I was home, Curt drove me to the store where I got to ride an electric wheelchair around the store -- and as much as I wanted to ride them as a kid, they aren't as fun as they look. But Curt was there, and we got to spend the night together, with him taking care of me.
After Saturday, after missing work and trying to recover, today he had to leave around Sunday. I'm still sad that he's gone -- I even cried a little when he left, but I know I'll be able to see him again soon.
Farewell Ride
General | Posted 16 years ago"Some may say this might be your last farewell ride."
I suppose this marks the end of an entire chapter in my life once again. Two years ago, I wouldn't have ever even dreamed of everything that has happened since. Wednesday, I very quietly, somberly celebrated what I spent one and a half years looking forward to -- but not in a way I ever saw it. I went to see Corey off, but I also went for closure; I dedicated my life to something and I had to see the end to. Even just a few months ago, I never thought I could be made to feel a stranger -- someone you see more at family reunions, the ones you never remember their age, or where they go to school, or what they do for a living, when they graduated -- rather than a centerpiece of someone's closest history. That, I think, marks the end; that I am forgotten, and I should not, myself forget, but understand that I have something better.
I'm still hurt -- months later, I'm still hurt. A piece of me knows I deserve it, however I regret nothing I did in retaliation to anyone. I'm not sorry, and I'd gladly do it all over again in the same way, as arrogant as that probably sounds.
I leave home in less than a week. I leave this town behind and anything left in it. I didn't outgrow the town, or became "better" than the people here -- rather, I became alien; leaving home for a year has the tendency to change everyone's reaction to you -- even the closest people to you ("It's not like you're going to war"). I neither belong, nor am wanted here. I can count on my hand the people who still give half a damn where the hell I'm going -- I used to not be able to, but one of them died, to put it bluntly, the rest are leaving with me.
Not to sound bitter, I'm far from bitter at this point. Not to sound superior, I still know my pitifully small place in this world. Not to sound jealous, because I know this'll repeat itself for someone else -- who I am now certain deserves all the hell I experienced. Not to suggest I'm copping out, I am just following through with old plans, minus a handful of people, plus one. Not to sound pessimistic, I still have hope -- but this time more on the cautious side, still marred by experience.
I'm glad I started over at zero, because now we can start back over at square one, as two. Everything in life's a year off, but I suppose that keeps us moving up from zero.
With Love,
Justin
I suppose this marks the end of an entire chapter in my life once again. Two years ago, I wouldn't have ever even dreamed of everything that has happened since. Wednesday, I very quietly, somberly celebrated what I spent one and a half years looking forward to -- but not in a way I ever saw it. I went to see Corey off, but I also went for closure; I dedicated my life to something and I had to see the end to. Even just a few months ago, I never thought I could be made to feel a stranger -- someone you see more at family reunions, the ones you never remember their age, or where they go to school, or what they do for a living, when they graduated -- rather than a centerpiece of someone's closest history. That, I think, marks the end; that I am forgotten, and I should not, myself forget, but understand that I have something better.
I'm still hurt -- months later, I'm still hurt. A piece of me knows I deserve it, however I regret nothing I did in retaliation to anyone. I'm not sorry, and I'd gladly do it all over again in the same way, as arrogant as that probably sounds.
I leave home in less than a week. I leave this town behind and anything left in it. I didn't outgrow the town, or became "better" than the people here -- rather, I became alien; leaving home for a year has the tendency to change everyone's reaction to you -- even the closest people to you ("It's not like you're going to war"). I neither belong, nor am wanted here. I can count on my hand the people who still give half a damn where the hell I'm going -- I used to not be able to, but one of them died, to put it bluntly, the rest are leaving with me.
Not to sound bitter, I'm far from bitter at this point. Not to sound superior, I still know my pitifully small place in this world. Not to sound jealous, because I know this'll repeat itself for someone else -- who I am now certain deserves all the hell I experienced. Not to suggest I'm copping out, I am just following through with old plans, minus a handful of people, plus one. Not to sound pessimistic, I still have hope -- but this time more on the cautious side, still marred by experience.
I'm glad I started over at zero, because now we can start back over at square one, as two. Everything in life's a year off, but I suppose that keeps us moving up from zero.
With Love,
Justin
FIVE THINGS
General | Posted 16 years agoThe first five (5) people to respond through comment on this post will receive something made by me.
With a full-time job, I think I'm going to regret this...
This offer does have some qualifications, so please read carefully:
1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make, but I do promise it will be unique.
2. What I create will be just for you.
3. It'll be done this year.
4. I will not give you any clue as to what it's going to be. It may be weird or beautiful or even edible. Who knows?
5. In order to be eligible, you must post a journal of your own, with the same offer and terms: to make five things for the first five individuals to respond to your note.
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With a full-time job, I think I'm going to regret this...
This offer does have some qualifications, so please read carefully:
1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make, but I do promise it will be unique.
2. What I create will be just for you.
3. It'll be done this year.
4. I will not give you any clue as to what it's going to be. It may be weird or beautiful or even edible. Who knows?
5. In order to be eligible, you must post a journal of your own, with the same offer and terms: to make five things for the first five individuals to respond to your note.
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After all this...
General | Posted 16 years agoAfter all the emotional hell I went through this semester, in addition to taking two of the hardest classes I've ever encountered, I still managed this. If I can pull that off given the circumstances, maybe I'm actually up for that Ph.D. someday. :3
No excuses for that "A-" though. We all know I can do better than that.
No excuses for that "A-" though. We all know I can do better than that.
Aw Hell Yes!
General | Posted 16 years agoHmmm!
General | Posted 16 years agoHere's some music to suit my very dichotomous mood.
Side A:
The Dresden Dolls, "Good Day"
Dixie Chicks, "Not Ready to Make Nice"
Dirty Pretty Things, "Bang Bang You're Dead"
Side B:
Carpenters, "(They Long to Be) Close to You"
Nobuo Uematsu, "Final Fantasy"
Goo Goo Dolls, "Iris"
Side A:
The Dresden Dolls, "Good Day"
Dixie Chicks, "Not Ready to Make Nice"
Dirty Pretty Things, "Bang Bang You're Dead"
Side B:
Carpenters, "(They Long to Be) Close to You"
Nobuo Uematsu, "Final Fantasy"
Goo Goo Dolls, "Iris"
OMFGSONICYOUTH
General | Posted 16 years agoSONIC YOUTH IS COMING TO BOISE. I'M HAVING A MUSICGASM. DFALFJDALKDFJALKJLKGJFDJFGRTIRWEQRURWGHOJAVDBNCZVX<DNLWAKNVOIWNVOSD!!!
I don't think this week can get any better! <3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdeTQPgh9SE
I don't think this week can get any better! <3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tdeTQPgh9SE
Yet another pretentious Nietzsche quote
General | Posted 16 years ago"It is out of the deepest depth that the highest must come to its height."
--Nietzsche
--Nietzsche
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