Time traveler.
Posted 6 years agoIts been awhile... allots happened since my last journal entry 5 years ago but to keep it short, life can be a bitch and it can kick you hard when it swings at you. But never you mind about the negatives. Things are looking up for the most part in my life and I'm making time for my personal stuff and the things that use to make me happy, one of those things is creating content and artwork. Going to start small and get reacquainted with the community and old friends... if I still have any here. just pretend like i have amnesia and have to remember everything. Any help with that would be appreciated. but ill come around in due time but the main goal is to start uploading content and maybe try and reach out and chat with peeps and see what has been happening in my absence. 5 years is a long time so maybe just get the updates on current events.
Its just good to sit down and draw. =D
Its just good to sit down and draw. =D
Still alive
Posted 11 years agoHey, everybody. Yep, I'm still alive. It's been a long time since I've done a journal so I figured even if I don't have a whole lot to go into that it would be good of me to at least make my continued presence known.
I'm still mostly living at my sister's house and that has had its own ups and downs as you can imagine. If things work out well for me this week, I'll have a little bit of employment for a few days doing some odd jobs but it's very temporary.
Recently, I've reunited with one of my friends from high school. We actually go way back to elementary school but I haven't seen him in years. He and his girlfriend are hosting a weekly Magic: The Gathering event and it's become a great get-together. I haven't played much Magic since my days back in high school but now that this is going on, I'm starting to get back into it again. Lol, it hurts my brain trying to read the newer cards ever since Wizards of the Coast completely changed how the cards read. I wish I could just get rid of words on the cards like "BATTLEFIELD", "CAST", "DIES", and "BABAGANOOSH". Well, on second thought, maybe not that last one. I kinda like it. And don't even get me started on Jace and his blue reproductive organs or I'll have a stroke.
I've been having fun getting my old boxes of Magic cards out and playing with them again. It's great to have a few more opponents too. As you can imagine, after so many years my collection is rather aged and needs a lot of updating but I'm broke most of the time so that probably isn't going to happen very fast. It's a fun goal to have for the future at least.
Other than that, I haven't been up too much. I have been working on a little bit of an art project lately but I'll talk more about it later ) along with posting some new art from it. Maybe next week or the week after I might open up on it. Then it will be GARGANTUAN JOURNAL OF DOOM TIME!
Until then, I'm still here and not dead; even if I don't post a lot of art.
I'm still mostly living at my sister's house and that has had its own ups and downs as you can imagine. If things work out well for me this week, I'll have a little bit of employment for a few days doing some odd jobs but it's very temporary.
Recently, I've reunited with one of my friends from high school. We actually go way back to elementary school but I haven't seen him in years. He and his girlfriend are hosting a weekly Magic: The Gathering event and it's become a great get-together. I haven't played much Magic since my days back in high school but now that this is going on, I'm starting to get back into it again. Lol, it hurts my brain trying to read the newer cards ever since Wizards of the Coast completely changed how the cards read. I wish I could just get rid of words on the cards like "BATTLEFIELD", "CAST", "DIES", and "BABAGANOOSH". Well, on second thought, maybe not that last one. I kinda like it. And don't even get me started on Jace and his blue reproductive organs or I'll have a stroke.
I've been having fun getting my old boxes of Magic cards out and playing with them again. It's great to have a few more opponents too. As you can imagine, after so many years my collection is rather aged and needs a lot of updating but I'm broke most of the time so that probably isn't going to happen very fast. It's a fun goal to have for the future at least.
Other than that, I haven't been up too much. I have been working on a little bit of an art project lately but I'll talk more about it later ) along with posting some new art from it. Maybe next week or the week after I might open up on it. Then it will be GARGANTUAN JOURNAL OF DOOM TIME!
Until then, I'm still here and not dead; even if I don't post a lot of art.
Halfway Homeless
Posted 11 years agoHow's it going, everybody? Long time, no journal, huh? Quite a bit has changed for me since my last journal. For starters, I no longer have a home technically. Things finally blew up at my house so I'm now living with my sister and her family. It's not quite a home though but I'll get into that in a bit.
So what happened at my original home? Well if you're reading this, you've probably read my previous journals that detailed all the sort of family drama and junk that went on and can probably rightfully assume that the reason I'm no longer living at my old house is because of something along those lines. For years, my dad had entrusted me with the care of a few valuable family heirlooms. The main reason hey were under my pseudo-ownership is that my dad works all day and my brothers being major drug addicts who are always in desperate need for money to feed their addiction. Of course this often leads to certain items (or a car one time) turning up missing and later one of them ends up high as a kite for the next few nights. I've had these family heirlooms stashed away for years, well hidden knowing the risks of my brothers and it finally happened, my eldest one found them and took one of them and traded it for pot. To add insult to injury, he traded an approximately $350 heirloom for about $50 worth of weed. He couldn't even get his damn monies worth for it.
Now as I said, my dad had entrusted me with safekeeping them, treating them with the respect and care I would my own property and then my eldest brother goes into my room while I'm away, turns the place upside down to find them and trade them for a pittance of pot. Needless to say, I was upset. The straw that broke the camel's back (a wild double metaphor appears!) was my dad's reaction. It was pretty much along the lines of "Herp derp, he stole from me for drug money again for a large amount of money but I don't want to make my almost thirty year old son mad so I'll just say you can have it anyway for your pot". My eldest brother doesn't even get a slap on the wrist even though he stole it and then, on my stern remarks of disapproval, was spoiling for a fight. My parents and my middle brother took his side in the argument they thought I was being completely irrational for getting pissed off that my room was torn upside down and I was stolen from, that I should have just accepted it because my dad said that he would just give them to him anyway after the fact he stole them so there was no need for me to feel outraged.
After that, I've finally had enough. My family made it clear that it is okay for my brothers to steal for drug money and that I should just shut up and let it happen, regardless of whether the belongings in question being stolen were entrusted to me for their safe-keeping or my own belongings. They are too damn scared of conflict to put their foot down and end this nonsense that my brothers do.
So I packed up my stuff and left. My sister, now officially married, left quite a while ago for similar reasons. She lives in a little house with her husband her two young kids. She took me in and I've been living there for the past month and a half. It's not really a good home for me though I am grateful to have a roof over my head. Her kids are very young, full of energy, and are extremely disobedient. They are always getting into trouble, yelling and screaming, and testing everyone's patience. I don't sleep much these days and it's taken a toll on me. It's hard for me to focus on anything with little to no sleep and often I get stuck in the babysitter position. I suppose it's earning my keep but, no offense to my sister, it is very difficult to not become exhausted, physically and mentally, keeping an eye on them. I can see why she wanted an extra adult around. On top of that, I still can't get any work and the house is very small. I can't find a quiet spot in the house away from the yelling and screaming, or just someplace I won't be pestered all day by the kids. At least the weather has gotten warmer and I can go outside now.
Remember that whole eye appointment thing my sister set me up with that I mentioned in my last journal? Turns out that was a big waste of time. Figures though, you get what you pay for and free things fall through more often than not. I'm probably better off trying to find a good eye patch for the time being as I doubt I'll have the cash for a legit optometrist appointment anytime soon.
I haven't been able to get much art done at all since my last journal. I do have two sketches that I'm still working on, one of Rune and another of Vixey. I haven't drawn Vixey in years so that's something a little out of the ordinary. I've been wanting to make a small book of sorts (the online equivalent just being series of new art pieces) that has character, location, creature, and any other kinds of references for things in the world of Demordicai Diamonds. If I ever do make any progress on it, my first goal would be drawing good references for three characters. I'm thinking I'll first go with Dalken and Rune (of course) and for a third I'm going to go with an oddball choice, probably the Fate/demigoddess Myra.
I apologize for my lack of activity. It's been tough trying to even keep my mood up enough to get much of anything done and noisy kids, unemployment, and not having a real home can really mess with your head. I make no promises on whether I'll have any new art or anything to show off anytime soon but maybe I'll at least be able to finish a few sketches in the next week or so.
One last thing, my sister dyed my hair blue.
So what happened at my original home? Well if you're reading this, you've probably read my previous journals that detailed all the sort of family drama and junk that went on and can probably rightfully assume that the reason I'm no longer living at my old house is because of something along those lines. For years, my dad had entrusted me with the care of a few valuable family heirlooms. The main reason hey were under my pseudo-ownership is that my dad works all day and my brothers being major drug addicts who are always in desperate need for money to feed their addiction. Of course this often leads to certain items (or a car one time) turning up missing and later one of them ends up high as a kite for the next few nights. I've had these family heirlooms stashed away for years, well hidden knowing the risks of my brothers and it finally happened, my eldest one found them and took one of them and traded it for pot. To add insult to injury, he traded an approximately $350 heirloom for about $50 worth of weed. He couldn't even get his damn monies worth for it.
Now as I said, my dad had entrusted me with safekeeping them, treating them with the respect and care I would my own property and then my eldest brother goes into my room while I'm away, turns the place upside down to find them and trade them for a pittance of pot. Needless to say, I was upset. The straw that broke the camel's back (a wild double metaphor appears!) was my dad's reaction. It was pretty much along the lines of "Herp derp, he stole from me for drug money again for a large amount of money but I don't want to make my almost thirty year old son mad so I'll just say you can have it anyway for your pot". My eldest brother doesn't even get a slap on the wrist even though he stole it and then, on my stern remarks of disapproval, was spoiling for a fight. My parents and my middle brother took his side in the argument they thought I was being completely irrational for getting pissed off that my room was torn upside down and I was stolen from, that I should have just accepted it because my dad said that he would just give them to him anyway after the fact he stole them so there was no need for me to feel outraged.
After that, I've finally had enough. My family made it clear that it is okay for my brothers to steal for drug money and that I should just shut up and let it happen, regardless of whether the belongings in question being stolen were entrusted to me for their safe-keeping or my own belongings. They are too damn scared of conflict to put their foot down and end this nonsense that my brothers do.
So I packed up my stuff and left. My sister, now officially married, left quite a while ago for similar reasons. She lives in a little house with her husband her two young kids. She took me in and I've been living there for the past month and a half. It's not really a good home for me though I am grateful to have a roof over my head. Her kids are very young, full of energy, and are extremely disobedient. They are always getting into trouble, yelling and screaming, and testing everyone's patience. I don't sleep much these days and it's taken a toll on me. It's hard for me to focus on anything with little to no sleep and often I get stuck in the babysitter position. I suppose it's earning my keep but, no offense to my sister, it is very difficult to not become exhausted, physically and mentally, keeping an eye on them. I can see why she wanted an extra adult around. On top of that, I still can't get any work and the house is very small. I can't find a quiet spot in the house away from the yelling and screaming, or just someplace I won't be pestered all day by the kids. At least the weather has gotten warmer and I can go outside now.
Remember that whole eye appointment thing my sister set me up with that I mentioned in my last journal? Turns out that was a big waste of time. Figures though, you get what you pay for and free things fall through more often than not. I'm probably better off trying to find a good eye patch for the time being as I doubt I'll have the cash for a legit optometrist appointment anytime soon.
I haven't been able to get much art done at all since my last journal. I do have two sketches that I'm still working on, one of Rune and another of Vixey. I haven't drawn Vixey in years so that's something a little out of the ordinary. I've been wanting to make a small book of sorts (the online equivalent just being series of new art pieces) that has character, location, creature, and any other kinds of references for things in the world of Demordicai Diamonds. If I ever do make any progress on it, my first goal would be drawing good references for three characters. I'm thinking I'll first go with Dalken and Rune (of course) and for a third I'm going to go with an oddball choice, probably the Fate/demigoddess Myra.
I apologize for my lack of activity. It's been tough trying to even keep my mood up enough to get much of anything done and noisy kids, unemployment, and not having a real home can really mess with your head. I make no promises on whether I'll have any new art or anything to show off anytime soon but maybe I'll at least be able to finish a few sketches in the next week or so.
One last thing, my sister dyed my hair blue.
Blind Reboot
Posted 11 years ago Hey, everybody. How are all you doing today? I got some important stuff to talk about today. Its been another long while since my last journal and it's nearly March so it's about time I post an update. I'll start with Demordicai Diamonds.
As you probably already know, it's been a long, LONG, time since I've managed to create any new pages and I've barely been able to make any new pages at all in the last year (I believe about 9 or so in the past 12 months). Life has been throwing a lot of curve balls my way and hasn't been very keen on letting up for long, sure, long enough for me to get a tablet but not long enough for me to really learn how to use it. My unemployment has been one big hamper on things, with little money, I can't get far away from my family to be able to sit down in peace and quiet and do art, let alone have money to afford my own place or decent food or much of anything for that matter. Thanks, Obama! On top of all that, it's been one of the worst winters we've had here in a while and the ice and snow only served to seal me away at home.
Anyway, having so much time away from Demordicai Diamonds has got me and Spaghetti-Mayhem (from over on deviantART) have been discussing on just what to do with it. It all started back in June of 2009 when I decided to give it a shot to see if I could even do comic work. I never anticipated at the time that I would be able to do comics but I had really no idea just what I was getting into and I've made my fair share of mistakes with the pages but I think I at least learned from a few of them. There are a lot of things about it that we aren't satisfied with, and being so long from it really brings those things to the forefront with us. Everything from plot to character direction to even work techniques like scripting.
So, we've been thinking about rebooting the whole thing this Spring if I can break away from my house and family for a while. Yeah, I know, it would be another massive undertaking but I believe it would be for the better. I may still finish DD Chapter 2 anyway just so I don't leave a project unfinished and we'll need some time anyway to get things in proper order unlike how things were when we first started Demordicai Diamonds. I can say that if it is in fact rebooted, I already got a few things in mind as to just what changes would be made.
One thing is fixing the “main character conflict” between Dalken and Rune. From a writing point of view, they seem to be duking it out over who is the main character and that's a bit of a problem now but will prove to be bigger later on if allowed to continue. In the rebooted version, Rune will be the main character and Dalken will be bumped down to an important secondary character (he doesn't like too much spotlight anyways, lol). Rune is a lot more active when it comes to getting involved in story so it would be a much better fit to have the comic follow her rather than be undecided and make a mess of trying to figure out who is leading the story.
A few other changes would include several things about Rune and her back story that will be told soon after the start of the reboot, unlike the original idea of revealing it in bits as the story goes along and then building on top of it. I won't get into exact specifics but this time around I think it would be better to lead off with these particular details about Rune and use them as a driving force of the plot and her motivations.
Of course, even if I do decide to go ahead with this whole idea of rebooting Demordicai Diamonds, there is the matter of making it. I'm techno-retarded when it comes to figuring out art programs with my tablet so it might be a long time before I ever implement that regularly in art, especially comic-wise. It's tough being the only artist working on it.
On to other stuff now! I'm going half-blind. Since I was a little kid, my left eye has always given me trouble but it's been slowly getting worse and worse in its condition. I guess I have a bad case of lazy eye or something, it tends to wander pretty far on its own and that makes me lose focus on whatever I'm trying to look it. It's gotten bad enough in the past few months that it's starting to make night driving dangerous for me. I got a few nasty scares with that, combined with being half-tired, when I was working with Toys-R-Us back in December. Besides its tendency to wander and screw up my focus, I'm already having trouble seeing things clearly with my super old glasses.
My sister was trying to hook me up with some free eye clinic thing but she ended up ignoring their calls until I found it suspicious that I hadn't heard back from them and I had to get a hold of them myself and figure things out days later. They asked a few questions regarding my function with my eye but I don't have any actual appointment set up and I don't know if I will. Even if I did and even if something can be done about my eye, I bet it would come down to surgery of some sort and I am skeptical as to how free that would be compared to an ophthalmologist appointment. For now, there isn't really much I can do with my stupid eye, maybe get an eye patch somewhere and give being a pirate a try might help me focus my sight better without my bad eye looking around.
Yesterday, I had the amusement of watching my brothers drive my dad's truck into the muddy field and get it horribly stuck like a bunch of knuckleheads. I had already gotten my truck stuck earlier in a much more shallow spot due to the ground being super saturated (my driveway consists of a few rocks and dirt, no pavement whatsoever) so it's not like they didn't know that much of the ground was bad for driving. So they go and take my dad's truck and try to loop around the driveway by going through the field where my brothers got stuck something awful. Then they stepped on the gas and dug themselves deeper!
By some sort of crazy luck, some guy in a giant Ford F-350 (one of those big 6-wheeled pick-ups) was driving by and decided to help them out by getting a chain and towing them right out of the mud. I don't know who this good Samaritan was but he came right in the nick of the time to help them out.
One last thing to mention. Quite some time ago in some journals of the past, I once talked about the idea of making a tabletop RPG out of Demordicai Diamonds. I do have some good news on that end, it's now finally starting to take shape after numerous revisions and a few drastic but unique changes for the better. Me and Spaghetti-Mayhem still have a lot to go over with it but it's now playable in its most basic form, combat included. I'm thinking the next piece that were going to be working on next is the roleplay attribute elements since we got the core stats pretty much worked outwith a few little exceptions that we'd like to test a bit more.
I'm not going to make any promises about when I'll be able to do some art will be. I'd like to be doing some as soon as I can but problems of all sorts keep popping up and getting in the way. Still, at least the winter weather is letting up and the roads and my driveway aren't iced over anymore so I can get out on the main road again. Now if only I could do something about the basement being flooded, that's a whole other mess to deal with.
As you probably already know, it's been a long, LONG, time since I've managed to create any new pages and I've barely been able to make any new pages at all in the last year (I believe about 9 or so in the past 12 months). Life has been throwing a lot of curve balls my way and hasn't been very keen on letting up for long, sure, long enough for me to get a tablet but not long enough for me to really learn how to use it. My unemployment has been one big hamper on things, with little money, I can't get far away from my family to be able to sit down in peace and quiet and do art, let alone have money to afford my own place or decent food or much of anything for that matter. Thanks, Obama! On top of all that, it's been one of the worst winters we've had here in a while and the ice and snow only served to seal me away at home.
Anyway, having so much time away from Demordicai Diamonds has got me and Spaghetti-Mayhem (from over on deviantART) have been discussing on just what to do with it. It all started back in June of 2009 when I decided to give it a shot to see if I could even do comic work. I never anticipated at the time that I would be able to do comics but I had really no idea just what I was getting into and I've made my fair share of mistakes with the pages but I think I at least learned from a few of them. There are a lot of things about it that we aren't satisfied with, and being so long from it really brings those things to the forefront with us. Everything from plot to character direction to even work techniques like scripting.
So, we've been thinking about rebooting the whole thing this Spring if I can break away from my house and family for a while. Yeah, I know, it would be another massive undertaking but I believe it would be for the better. I may still finish DD Chapter 2 anyway just so I don't leave a project unfinished and we'll need some time anyway to get things in proper order unlike how things were when we first started Demordicai Diamonds. I can say that if it is in fact rebooted, I already got a few things in mind as to just what changes would be made.
One thing is fixing the “main character conflict” between Dalken and Rune. From a writing point of view, they seem to be duking it out over who is the main character and that's a bit of a problem now but will prove to be bigger later on if allowed to continue. In the rebooted version, Rune will be the main character and Dalken will be bumped down to an important secondary character (he doesn't like too much spotlight anyways, lol). Rune is a lot more active when it comes to getting involved in story so it would be a much better fit to have the comic follow her rather than be undecided and make a mess of trying to figure out who is leading the story.
A few other changes would include several things about Rune and her back story that will be told soon after the start of the reboot, unlike the original idea of revealing it in bits as the story goes along and then building on top of it. I won't get into exact specifics but this time around I think it would be better to lead off with these particular details about Rune and use them as a driving force of the plot and her motivations.
Of course, even if I do decide to go ahead with this whole idea of rebooting Demordicai Diamonds, there is the matter of making it. I'm techno-retarded when it comes to figuring out art programs with my tablet so it might be a long time before I ever implement that regularly in art, especially comic-wise. It's tough being the only artist working on it.
On to other stuff now! I'm going half-blind. Since I was a little kid, my left eye has always given me trouble but it's been slowly getting worse and worse in its condition. I guess I have a bad case of lazy eye or something, it tends to wander pretty far on its own and that makes me lose focus on whatever I'm trying to look it. It's gotten bad enough in the past few months that it's starting to make night driving dangerous for me. I got a few nasty scares with that, combined with being half-tired, when I was working with Toys-R-Us back in December. Besides its tendency to wander and screw up my focus, I'm already having trouble seeing things clearly with my super old glasses.
My sister was trying to hook me up with some free eye clinic thing but she ended up ignoring their calls until I found it suspicious that I hadn't heard back from them and I had to get a hold of them myself and figure things out days later. They asked a few questions regarding my function with my eye but I don't have any actual appointment set up and I don't know if I will. Even if I did and even if something can be done about my eye, I bet it would come down to surgery of some sort and I am skeptical as to how free that would be compared to an ophthalmologist appointment. For now, there isn't really much I can do with my stupid eye, maybe get an eye patch somewhere and give being a pirate a try might help me focus my sight better without my bad eye looking around.
Yesterday, I had the amusement of watching my brothers drive my dad's truck into the muddy field and get it horribly stuck like a bunch of knuckleheads. I had already gotten my truck stuck earlier in a much more shallow spot due to the ground being super saturated (my driveway consists of a few rocks and dirt, no pavement whatsoever) so it's not like they didn't know that much of the ground was bad for driving. So they go and take my dad's truck and try to loop around the driveway by going through the field where my brothers got stuck something awful. Then they stepped on the gas and dug themselves deeper!
By some sort of crazy luck, some guy in a giant Ford F-350 (one of those big 6-wheeled pick-ups) was driving by and decided to help them out by getting a chain and towing them right out of the mud. I don't know who this good Samaritan was but he came right in the nick of the time to help them out.
One last thing to mention. Quite some time ago in some journals of the past, I once talked about the idea of making a tabletop RPG out of Demordicai Diamonds. I do have some good news on that end, it's now finally starting to take shape after numerous revisions and a few drastic but unique changes for the better. Me and Spaghetti-Mayhem still have a lot to go over with it but it's now playable in its most basic form, combat included. I'm thinking the next piece that were going to be working on next is the roleplay attribute elements since we got the core stats pretty much worked outwith a few little exceptions that we'd like to test a bit more.
I'm not going to make any promises about when I'll be able to do some art will be. I'd like to be doing some as soon as I can but problems of all sorts keep popping up and getting in the way. Still, at least the winter weather is letting up and the roads and my driveway aren't iced over anymore so I can get out on the main road again. Now if only I could do something about the basement being flooded, that's a whole other mess to deal with.
My journey into digital art begins!
Posted 11 years agoHappy New Year, everyone! This year is already starting out swell for me, my work at Toys-R-Us has finally paid off and I am now the owner of a digital tablet! The only problem I have now is trying to learn how to use digital art programs, something that's going to be difficult for me considering how techno-retarded I tend to be. It's going to take me a long time to figure things out but at least I can confirm that it does indeed work.
I'm back to being unemployed again now that my seasonal job at Toys-R-Us is over. It was good having some employment again for awhile but man did the late hours mess with me. I almost wrecked
a few times driving home in the wee hours of the morning after staying up all night due to a lack of sleep. Not sure what I'm going to do now in terms of future employment, Toys-R-Us was a lucky break for me with a major emphasis on “lucky”. I don't know if I'm going to get lucky again and find more work but if I do, I at least got something good to put on my resume that I didn't have before. One thing I won't miss is the constant playing of the song “Dancing Queen” on their speakers. Ugh, I've heard that song more times in one month than what the average person will ever hear that song in their lifetime. Sometimes I'd end up hearing it quite a lot in only a single night.
Last night, I had something really horrible happen that I wasn't expecting. My mom's dog ran inside after tromping about outside and then ran all around the house. She ran up and down the stairs, brushed against the walls, and rolled around in some dirty clothes that were by the washer. A few seconds after, I realized what happened.
My mom's dog got sprayed by a skunk.
So now the whole house smells wretched awful. On top of that, it's freezing cold. I don't think I've ever felt my nose burn so bad from a smell and I can't escape it. It's ALL OVER THE HOUSE! The tomato sauce trick didn't work much either.
Art-wise, I have a few projects I want to work on soon. Of course making more Demordicai Diamonds comic pages is one of them. I haven't been able to make much progress on that at all these past few months, December especially. If I can learn how to use a tablet and do digital art, I might try doing the comic digitally if it will save me time and aggravation.
Besides comic work, I would like do work on character faces and expressions. At this point in Demordicai Diamonds work, I have so many characters that I'm starting to lose track of them and have trouble differentiating and remembering all of them. The vast majority of them have no art whatsoever of them and most who do have only really old art from years ago of them. If I can at least draw their faces, I could probably keep track of all them much better. This project would also be good to help me practice with my tablet but I may still do it traditionally for better results if necessary.
One other little art project I might work on, mainly as tablet practice, is drawing some forest spirits from Demordicai Diamonds. Many of them are of small and simple (and cute) designs that would be easy to do on paper and hopefully just as much so on a tablet, even for a digital noob like myself.
One last little project, this one I've already sorta started, is making use of a huge stack of notecards my dad absent-mindedly bought by doing character sketches on them. I have two sketches done at the moment and if I get more done I might upload them as a sketch batch all together. These sketches may not be the final design of most of the characters but more as a first step in conceptualizing most of them.
That's about all I got planned for the immediate art future. I may need to get a nose transplant first before I can do anymore art or maybe I can buy a few oil drums of Febreeze to deal with this infernal skunk smell!
I'm back to being unemployed again now that my seasonal job at Toys-R-Us is over. It was good having some employment again for awhile but man did the late hours mess with me. I almost wrecked
a few times driving home in the wee hours of the morning after staying up all night due to a lack of sleep. Not sure what I'm going to do now in terms of future employment, Toys-R-Us was a lucky break for me with a major emphasis on “lucky”. I don't know if I'm going to get lucky again and find more work but if I do, I at least got something good to put on my resume that I didn't have before. One thing I won't miss is the constant playing of the song “Dancing Queen” on their speakers. Ugh, I've heard that song more times in one month than what the average person will ever hear that song in their lifetime. Sometimes I'd end up hearing it quite a lot in only a single night.
Last night, I had something really horrible happen that I wasn't expecting. My mom's dog ran inside after tromping about outside and then ran all around the house. She ran up and down the stairs, brushed against the walls, and rolled around in some dirty clothes that were by the washer. A few seconds after, I realized what happened.
My mom's dog got sprayed by a skunk.
So now the whole house smells wretched awful. On top of that, it's freezing cold. I don't think I've ever felt my nose burn so bad from a smell and I can't escape it. It's ALL OVER THE HOUSE! The tomato sauce trick didn't work much either.
Art-wise, I have a few projects I want to work on soon. Of course making more Demordicai Diamonds comic pages is one of them. I haven't been able to make much progress on that at all these past few months, December especially. If I can learn how to use a tablet and do digital art, I might try doing the comic digitally if it will save me time and aggravation.
Besides comic work, I would like do work on character faces and expressions. At this point in Demordicai Diamonds work, I have so many characters that I'm starting to lose track of them and have trouble differentiating and remembering all of them. The vast majority of them have no art whatsoever of them and most who do have only really old art from years ago of them. If I can at least draw their faces, I could probably keep track of all them much better. This project would also be good to help me practice with my tablet but I may still do it traditionally for better results if necessary.
One other little art project I might work on, mainly as tablet practice, is drawing some forest spirits from Demordicai Diamonds. Many of them are of small and simple (and cute) designs that would be easy to do on paper and hopefully just as much so on a tablet, even for a digital noob like myself.
One last little project, this one I've already sorta started, is making use of a huge stack of notecards my dad absent-mindedly bought by doing character sketches on them. I have two sketches done at the moment and if I get more done I might upload them as a sketch batch all together. These sketches may not be the final design of most of the characters but more as a first step in conceptualizing most of them.
That's about all I got planned for the immediate art future. I may need to get a nose transplant first before I can do anymore art or maybe I can buy a few oil drums of Febreeze to deal with this infernal skunk smell!
Doing commissions to raise money for a digital art tablet
Posted 12 years agoMy seasonal part-time job at Toys-R-Us has been working out really good for me lately. I'm now mostly nocturnal as a result of it since I usually work from 10pm-6am a few days a week. With Christmas coming up, I've set my sights on getting a digital tablet this year! I hoping to purchase a large-size Intuos Pro (see here: https://store.wacom.com/us/en/product/PTH851? ) for $500 but after I did some math in regards to my pay and deducted my expenses, I'm only going to have around $350 to spare by the end of the month. I'm going to be doing a special commission run in hopes of raising the extra $150 I still need.
Prices are simple: $5 for a sketch and $10 for colored. Paypal works fine for me and since I love letters, I will accept payment even by mail and to anyone who opts for old-fashioned postal service, I'll send you a Christmas card in return (art too if you'd like me to send it to you as well).
I'll be having the majority of next week off so I should have plenty of time to work on art. I'd greatly appreciate any help towards meeting this goal. Spreading the word too would also be much appreciated.
One thing I am wanting to try out with a tablet is doing Demordicai Diamonds comic pages digitally. I do intend to finish Chapter 2 traditionally as I have been but if having a tablet works out well and allows me to do comic work faster and more efficiently (I wish my pencils had a ctrl-z function!) then I will probably switch mediums with Chapter 3. I'm thinking that I may do a few little mini-comics to get used to working with a tablet before I ever begin work on Chapter 3 digitally.
Strangely enough, I don't really have all that much family drama going on to complain about besides being woke up during my much needed afternoon nap or getting constantly called by my mom and my sister. Maybe it's because I'm now working or sleeping that I don't interact as much with my family and hence less drama and bullshit or maybe it's simply that working at Toys-R-Us and earning a paycheck has put me in a better mood than usual so I don't really register my family's antics as much.
In other news, I will more than likely be attending a convention next year as an exhibitor. It's a local one called River City Comic Con (see here: http://mkeaston.com/rivercity/ ). It's a fairly new convention that popped up locally and I've decided that when it comes around again next summer, I'll be attending. It's still months away but if you'll be in the southeastern Ohio area this coming summer, be sure to stop by and say hi!
Lol, it's so weird doing a short journal but it's nice not having a lot of negative things to vent about for once. Maybe next journal I'll go into a more lengthy discussion on my plans with Demordicai Diamonds.
Prices are simple: $5 for a sketch and $10 for colored. Paypal works fine for me and since I love letters, I will accept payment even by mail and to anyone who opts for old-fashioned postal service, I'll send you a Christmas card in return (art too if you'd like me to send it to you as well).
I'll be having the majority of next week off so I should have plenty of time to work on art. I'd greatly appreciate any help towards meeting this goal. Spreading the word too would also be much appreciated.
One thing I am wanting to try out with a tablet is doing Demordicai Diamonds comic pages digitally. I do intend to finish Chapter 2 traditionally as I have been but if having a tablet works out well and allows me to do comic work faster and more efficiently (I wish my pencils had a ctrl-z function!) then I will probably switch mediums with Chapter 3. I'm thinking that I may do a few little mini-comics to get used to working with a tablet before I ever begin work on Chapter 3 digitally.
Strangely enough, I don't really have all that much family drama going on to complain about besides being woke up during my much needed afternoon nap or getting constantly called by my mom and my sister. Maybe it's because I'm now working or sleeping that I don't interact as much with my family and hence less drama and bullshit or maybe it's simply that working at Toys-R-Us and earning a paycheck has put me in a better mood than usual so I don't really register my family's antics as much.
In other news, I will more than likely be attending a convention next year as an exhibitor. It's a local one called River City Comic Con (see here: http://mkeaston.com/rivercity/ ). It's a fairly new convention that popped up locally and I've decided that when it comes around again next summer, I'll be attending. It's still months away but if you'll be in the southeastern Ohio area this coming summer, be sure to stop by and say hi!
Lol, it's so weird doing a short journal but it's nice not having a lot of negative things to vent about for once. Maybe next journal I'll go into a more lengthy discussion on my plans with Demordicai Diamonds.
Newfound Employment!
Posted 12 years agoWow, does time fly. I haven't posted a new journal in quite a long time. It's been pretty crappy these last several weeks, I've been stuck at the house dealing with family drama and getting roped into other family-oriented junk. I feel like I have a constant headache half the time from dealing with everyone for such a long period of time. I ended up staying at my house much, much longer than I ever intended but at least I'll be out of there for a while.
One big piece of good news for a change, I am employed again! I work Part-time at Toy-R-Us as a night stocker. It's a tempo job for the holiday season though I hope they decide to keep me. I only work once a week when a truck comes in to deliver a shipment of merchandise to the store so there's unfortunately no way that I can live off of it. I work super late night hours, late enough to the point I may as well be nocturnal for one day each week. It's been difficult dealing with my family and acclimating myself to a new sleep schedule, no one as any regard for my need of sleeping late into the afternoon and they yell, scream, bitch, and moan about everything and keep all the TVs on in the house blaring loud even if there is no one around to watch it. Everyone is too lazy to turn them off let alone, turning the volume down.
My job is certainly work, those boxes ain't gonna lift themselves, but it's pretty darn good and I got the muscles for it. I have a wonderful manager who very kind and thoughtful but also very professional and seems to know what she's doing in running the store and at the same time, still seem like a person rather than a Wal-mart drone. There's a good chance I'll be let go when the holiday season is over with but so far my employment at Toys-R-Us has been going rather well. Now if only I can get a little more sleep, I'd probably just be better staying at my friend Professor Awesome's house instead though I will have to drive farther to get to work.
I may not have much income at the moment but every little bit helps. My dad recently purchased a big ol' truck off a guy but we've been having problems with it shortly after. The alternator, which was pretty much brand new, gave out and of course needed to be replaced. We thought it was the battery at first, the cold weather crippling it's charge but turns out it was the alternator all along after we did a few tests with it.
It looks like one of my aunts will be moving away down south soon. To me, this is wonderful news. The less family drama nearby, the better! Part of me is kinda sad in way. Once upon a time years ago when I was a little kid, me and my siblings would play at my aunt's house. We had a lot of fun there when we were kids but with any good times there tends to be some bad times. One of my other relatives ended up getting drunk and drowning in the pond when I was a little and that, as you can expect caused quite a bit of a stir. Everything went downhill from there with my aunt and she became a hoarder and refused to clean up anything or take care of anything, including her finances (which my immediate family would be pestered about loaning her money all the time). The place is a filthy wreck now, the smell of cat piss will burn your nostrils pretty bad if you go there nowadays. She's already sold the property and the new owners intend to tear down everything and probably make it pasture for cattle. I suppose it's the thought of those few good times, a bit of my childhood, a resting place of at least some good memories being demolished and the land and woods altered. Don't get me wrong, I'm not all that tore up about it, it's just one of those things that makes me think on the past some. I'll tell you what, it's been no fun getting conscripted into helping move furniture and junk while the rest of my family just sits around , gabs, and refuses to help. I think I may have hurt one of my hands moving some heavy stuff, I get random twinges of pain around my thumb and arm from time to time now.
Oh, in other good news, my middle brother may be moving back out again with some of his friends. His constant ranting, complaining, and demanding has been driving my head hurt even more than usual. I am a little skeptical, I've heard the "moving out" line several times before in the past to no effect but even a day without him around can help clear my head. He's one of the reasons why I can't do any artwork at all at my house. I'm really hoping that he will move out, I would greatly appreciate a respite from him demanding money and rides.
Art-wise, I have two things hanging around that need to be finished. One, is obviously DD80. That page has been the bane of my existence (pre-getting-stuck-at-my-house-for-over-a-month existence). I've been meaning o finish that page and move on for quite some time and hopefully I'll accomplish it in my stay AWAY from my house. The second one is a Halloween-themed drawing that I sketched up at my house on a glorious day when everyone was gone, leaving me all alone and able to work unhindered. It still needs some finer penciling work at the moment and then I can go on to inking and coloring. I had an idea for doing holiday-related art and posting them around the corresponding holidays but I'm already so far behind! Maybe I might do something Thanksgiving-related soon.
Since I'll be away from the house for a few days, I should finally have some new art soon. It's kinda weird, I haven't been able to do any art and now Professor Awesome is even starting to draw and has done more art than me in the past month. Time for me to catch up!
One big piece of good news for a change, I am employed again! I work Part-time at Toy-R-Us as a night stocker. It's a tempo job for the holiday season though I hope they decide to keep me. I only work once a week when a truck comes in to deliver a shipment of merchandise to the store so there's unfortunately no way that I can live off of it. I work super late night hours, late enough to the point I may as well be nocturnal for one day each week. It's been difficult dealing with my family and acclimating myself to a new sleep schedule, no one as any regard for my need of sleeping late into the afternoon and they yell, scream, bitch, and moan about everything and keep all the TVs on in the house blaring loud even if there is no one around to watch it. Everyone is too lazy to turn them off let alone, turning the volume down.
My job is certainly work, those boxes ain't gonna lift themselves, but it's pretty darn good and I got the muscles for it. I have a wonderful manager who very kind and thoughtful but also very professional and seems to know what she's doing in running the store and at the same time, still seem like a person rather than a Wal-mart drone. There's a good chance I'll be let go when the holiday season is over with but so far my employment at Toys-R-Us has been going rather well. Now if only I can get a little more sleep, I'd probably just be better staying at my friend Professor Awesome's house instead though I will have to drive farther to get to work.
I may not have much income at the moment but every little bit helps. My dad recently purchased a big ol' truck off a guy but we've been having problems with it shortly after. The alternator, which was pretty much brand new, gave out and of course needed to be replaced. We thought it was the battery at first, the cold weather crippling it's charge but turns out it was the alternator all along after we did a few tests with it.
It looks like one of my aunts will be moving away down south soon. To me, this is wonderful news. The less family drama nearby, the better! Part of me is kinda sad in way. Once upon a time years ago when I was a little kid, me and my siblings would play at my aunt's house. We had a lot of fun there when we were kids but with any good times there tends to be some bad times. One of my other relatives ended up getting drunk and drowning in the pond when I was a little and that, as you can expect caused quite a bit of a stir. Everything went downhill from there with my aunt and she became a hoarder and refused to clean up anything or take care of anything, including her finances (which my immediate family would be pestered about loaning her money all the time). The place is a filthy wreck now, the smell of cat piss will burn your nostrils pretty bad if you go there nowadays. She's already sold the property and the new owners intend to tear down everything and probably make it pasture for cattle. I suppose it's the thought of those few good times, a bit of my childhood, a resting place of at least some good memories being demolished and the land and woods altered. Don't get me wrong, I'm not all that tore up about it, it's just one of those things that makes me think on the past some. I'll tell you what, it's been no fun getting conscripted into helping move furniture and junk while the rest of my family just sits around , gabs, and refuses to help. I think I may have hurt one of my hands moving some heavy stuff, I get random twinges of pain around my thumb and arm from time to time now.
Oh, in other good news, my middle brother may be moving back out again with some of his friends. His constant ranting, complaining, and demanding has been driving my head hurt even more than usual. I am a little skeptical, I've heard the "moving out" line several times before in the past to no effect but even a day without him around can help clear my head. He's one of the reasons why I can't do any artwork at all at my house. I'm really hoping that he will move out, I would greatly appreciate a respite from him demanding money and rides.
Art-wise, I have two things hanging around that need to be finished. One, is obviously DD80. That page has been the bane of my existence (pre-getting-stuck-at-my-house-for-over-a-month existence). I've been meaning o finish that page and move on for quite some time and hopefully I'll accomplish it in my stay AWAY from my house. The second one is a Halloween-themed drawing that I sketched up at my house on a glorious day when everyone was gone, leaving me all alone and able to work unhindered. It still needs some finer penciling work at the moment and then I can go on to inking and coloring. I had an idea for doing holiday-related art and posting them around the corresponding holidays but I'm already so far behind! Maybe I might do something Thanksgiving-related soon.
Since I'll be away from the house for a few days, I should finally have some new art soon. It's kinda weird, I haven't been able to do any art and now Professor Awesome is even starting to draw and has done more art than me in the past month. Time for me to catch up!
25th Birthday
Posted 12 years agoI officially turned 25 years old a few days ago. YAY, BIRTHDAY TIME! I've been busy dealing with a range of problems, from more car repairs to some vital purchases that didn't happen thanks to my dad. Despite that, there are some good things but I'll save those for last.
So my car needed more repairs (besides the usual continuous oil leak) a few weeks ago. After getting the muffler fixed,I kept smelling a burning smell, kinda like burnt rubber in a way coming from the wheels when I drove it. At first I thought it was the tires (again) but turns out the parts inside the wheel, the brakes and calipers and such were melting and definitely needed replaced. That certainly explained also why my car was becoming more difficult to turn. So it took about a week for me to gather up enough money for some cheap parts and recruit my dad to help me out with fixing it. Should have only took a day or two but my dad, as usual, draws it out for a week.
My middle brother is trying to move in, yes, move in, an apparently homeless and jobless drug addict girl into our house. As if one mooch wasn't bad enough, two must be better! She has a kid but prefers partying over parenting so the child is staying with her parents. I still haven't found my stolen headset and seeing how my brother wants to move her in, I figure I should move out my belongings as soon as possible lest they get stolen. Needless to say, I'm not happy about this but it's only more reason for me to head on out now that my car's fixed up and drivable. Also, living in a house with no air conditioning sucks, it's been super muggy out recently.
A few days ago, my dad had a chance to buy a new house that isn't a death trap. It was pretty cheap (a lot cheaper than what it should have been, though) and could use some work of course but the house I live in now is pretty darn bad. My dad has never owned a home, only rented, for all of his life and he's always wanted to own a home. He's been ranting on about it for the past 15 years but no matter how good the offer is, he never commits to anything. Well, this time, he finally committed...too late. When he finally decided that maybe he should act on this one he was looking at, we drive out there only to find some guy that we assumed was the owner wandering around. Turns out, he was moving in and just bought the house the day before. Due to my dad fiddling and fooling around, the opportunity slipped right through his fingers.
The next day, still disappointed from the events previously, my dad found a used truck for sale in decent condition and at a reasonable price. We talked to the guy and my dad wiffle-waffled and said we "MIGHT" be interested though we really are in the market for a new truck since my dad's truck is falling apart and his philosophy is more along the lines of "why fix a car when you can buy another junker". Personally, I'd like a truck instead of a station wagon and my dad has been doing lots of little things to give me a hard time when it comes to my station wagon to get me disinterested in it so I'd be more inclined to legally sign it over to him. Now I might be interested in a trade, a truck for my station wagon but I ain't just going to sign it over for nothing and screw myself over and be forever stuck and helpless. Anyway, me and my dad went on back home and after some time he decided he would act on it. His course of action was to get a short term loan from the bank for a few thousand dollars and needed last year's W2 tax forms to prove his income and that he is financially competent enough to pay back the loan. Thanks to my dad's hatred of organization, he couldn't find them (at least not in a timely manner). Eventually, he finally decides that maybe it would be best to go back to the guy who was selling the truck. Can you guess what happened while we were gone?
THE GUY SOLD IT.
I didn't think it would happen twice in two days, once with a house and once with a truck, but it did. My dad's indecisiveness cost him two great deals. There is another story that goes along with this and strangely enough on the day after the truck incident but I'll tell that one in a little bit as I'm not directly involved in it but I sorta am (you'll see).
How about some good news for a change? I normally don't expect much for my birthday, I am a grown man of now 25 years but I got a few nice gifts. My friend Professor Awesome and his family surprised me with a cake, donuts, and some new art supplies. He got me a set of new micron ink pens (just in time too! My old ones are almost dried up), a pack of 15 sheets of bristol drawing paper (normally I'm super cheap and use computer printing paper), and a spray can of workable fixative. I've never used a fixative of any kind before but I've been wanting to experiment with that for a while, especially when it comes to shading and lighting with colored pencils.
Now the cake he got me had a little story to it, same story I referenced just a little earlier. He went down to a donut store in town and picked out a cake and had them put "Happy Birthday Jacob" on it. He didn't waste anytime on it, picked out the one he thought would be best and bought it. Well, during the time he was picking out a dozen of donuts to go along with it, someone pulled up to the drive-thru of the donut shop and the two baker/clerks were talking about what the drive thru-customer ordered and one started laughing some in humorous disbelief. Turns out, the cake Professor Awesome decided to buy was the only white cake they had and less than a minute after buying the cake, the drive-thru customer that pulled up was looking to purchase the same thing! So to put it short, Professor Awesome got me the last white cake and if he would have wiffle-waffled for a few seconds, he wouldn't have gotten that cake. And this the day after the two incidents with my dad fumbling some great buys due to his own wiffle-waffling.
That wasn't the only cake I had. My sister made me one too! So much cake, I'm going to be gaining some weight for sure in the next few days! Also, my eldest brother, weirdly enough, bought me a ticket to a small concert in a local grill/bar going on this weekend. The band Bobaflex will be playing there Saturday night so I'm looking forward to that soon.
I'm hoping to get some more art done soon but it seems every time I try to get out of my house and to my art desk, my car shits it self in one form or another. I'm still waiting to see what part will break down this week. Transmission? Alternator? Flux-capacitor? If nothing breaks and/or explodes, melts, corrodes, or transmuted, I should be getting back to art work around Monday. I'm only have 15 sheets of the new Bristol paper but I'm really itching to use it. I'm not really sure just what I want to draw on it though. Any suggestions?
So my car needed more repairs (besides the usual continuous oil leak) a few weeks ago. After getting the muffler fixed,I kept smelling a burning smell, kinda like burnt rubber in a way coming from the wheels when I drove it. At first I thought it was the tires (again) but turns out the parts inside the wheel, the brakes and calipers and such were melting and definitely needed replaced. That certainly explained also why my car was becoming more difficult to turn. So it took about a week for me to gather up enough money for some cheap parts and recruit my dad to help me out with fixing it. Should have only took a day or two but my dad, as usual, draws it out for a week.
My middle brother is trying to move in, yes, move in, an apparently homeless and jobless drug addict girl into our house. As if one mooch wasn't bad enough, two must be better! She has a kid but prefers partying over parenting so the child is staying with her parents. I still haven't found my stolen headset and seeing how my brother wants to move her in, I figure I should move out my belongings as soon as possible lest they get stolen. Needless to say, I'm not happy about this but it's only more reason for me to head on out now that my car's fixed up and drivable. Also, living in a house with no air conditioning sucks, it's been super muggy out recently.
A few days ago, my dad had a chance to buy a new house that isn't a death trap. It was pretty cheap (a lot cheaper than what it should have been, though) and could use some work of course but the house I live in now is pretty darn bad. My dad has never owned a home, only rented, for all of his life and he's always wanted to own a home. He's been ranting on about it for the past 15 years but no matter how good the offer is, he never commits to anything. Well, this time, he finally committed...too late. When he finally decided that maybe he should act on this one he was looking at, we drive out there only to find some guy that we assumed was the owner wandering around. Turns out, he was moving in and just bought the house the day before. Due to my dad fiddling and fooling around, the opportunity slipped right through his fingers.
The next day, still disappointed from the events previously, my dad found a used truck for sale in decent condition and at a reasonable price. We talked to the guy and my dad wiffle-waffled and said we "MIGHT" be interested though we really are in the market for a new truck since my dad's truck is falling apart and his philosophy is more along the lines of "why fix a car when you can buy another junker". Personally, I'd like a truck instead of a station wagon and my dad has been doing lots of little things to give me a hard time when it comes to my station wagon to get me disinterested in it so I'd be more inclined to legally sign it over to him. Now I might be interested in a trade, a truck for my station wagon but I ain't just going to sign it over for nothing and screw myself over and be forever stuck and helpless. Anyway, me and my dad went on back home and after some time he decided he would act on it. His course of action was to get a short term loan from the bank for a few thousand dollars and needed last year's W2 tax forms to prove his income and that he is financially competent enough to pay back the loan. Thanks to my dad's hatred of organization, he couldn't find them (at least not in a timely manner). Eventually, he finally decides that maybe it would be best to go back to the guy who was selling the truck. Can you guess what happened while we were gone?
THE GUY SOLD IT.
I didn't think it would happen twice in two days, once with a house and once with a truck, but it did. My dad's indecisiveness cost him two great deals. There is another story that goes along with this and strangely enough on the day after the truck incident but I'll tell that one in a little bit as I'm not directly involved in it but I sorta am (you'll see).
How about some good news for a change? I normally don't expect much for my birthday, I am a grown man of now 25 years but I got a few nice gifts. My friend Professor Awesome and his family surprised me with a cake, donuts, and some new art supplies. He got me a set of new micron ink pens (just in time too! My old ones are almost dried up), a pack of 15 sheets of bristol drawing paper (normally I'm super cheap and use computer printing paper), and a spray can of workable fixative. I've never used a fixative of any kind before but I've been wanting to experiment with that for a while, especially when it comes to shading and lighting with colored pencils.
Now the cake he got me had a little story to it, same story I referenced just a little earlier. He went down to a donut store in town and picked out a cake and had them put "Happy Birthday Jacob" on it. He didn't waste anytime on it, picked out the one he thought would be best and bought it. Well, during the time he was picking out a dozen of donuts to go along with it, someone pulled up to the drive-thru of the donut shop and the two baker/clerks were talking about what the drive thru-customer ordered and one started laughing some in humorous disbelief. Turns out, the cake Professor Awesome decided to buy was the only white cake they had and less than a minute after buying the cake, the drive-thru customer that pulled up was looking to purchase the same thing! So to put it short, Professor Awesome got me the last white cake and if he would have wiffle-waffled for a few seconds, he wouldn't have gotten that cake. And this the day after the two incidents with my dad fumbling some great buys due to his own wiffle-waffling.
That wasn't the only cake I had. My sister made me one too! So much cake, I'm going to be gaining some weight for sure in the next few days! Also, my eldest brother, weirdly enough, bought me a ticket to a small concert in a local grill/bar going on this weekend. The band Bobaflex will be playing there Saturday night so I'm looking forward to that soon.
I'm hoping to get some more art done soon but it seems every time I try to get out of my house and to my art desk, my car shits it self in one form or another. I'm still waiting to see what part will break down this week. Transmission? Alternator? Flux-capacitor? If nothing breaks and/or explodes, melts, corrodes, or transmuted, I should be getting back to art work around Monday. I'm only have 15 sheets of the new Bristol paper but I'm really itching to use it. I'm not really sure just what I want to draw on it though. Any suggestions?
Looking for advice on Character Creation
Posted 12 years agoAs the title of this journal suggests, I'm looking for some advice on character creation. For the past several weeks, I've been working on the story of Demordicai Diamonds, about 2 or 2 and half years ahead of where the comic is currently at in the story, and I've gotten to a point where I'm suddenly in need of a batch of 12 interconnected characters (pretty much a variety of royal advisers/confidants of a particular queen) but I'm having a bit of trouble coming up with all of them and fleshing them out. Normally coming up with a character here and there isn't a big deal for me with the exception of naming them but this time is a little different. Right now, I have a rough idea for about 4 out of the 12, names included too (woo!), leaving me with still 8 more to create. So what kind of process or methods do you journal-readers employ when creating characters? Is there any characteristics that you think are more important than other character traits? I'd love to hear how you guys go about making your characters and fleshing them out.
In regards to character creation, I finally might be having a better time with naming now. My friend and co-writer Professor Awesome finally finished compiling all his notes and names he's come up with written down in oodles of notebooks and scrap pieces of paper. It's about 5 or 6 years worth of name ideas that were scribbled all over the place but when compiled, the list is almost 3,500 names long! It certainly took him forever to type all of them, let alone sift a messy treasure trove of papers and notebooks scattered around. He's been working on that for months now and now it's a great 19 page print-out that we've started using to great effect. A little organization can go a long way! We both are still extremely picky when naming people, places, and things in Demordicai Diamonds so it still takes us a while to figure out names but so far we've come up with a handful of full character names, including 4 of the 12 characters that we're still in the process of trying to create. Hopefully there will be more to come name-wise!
In other good news, I can now officially confirm that there are only 3 more pages left in Demordicai Diamonds: Chapter 2. Yay! That means I'll be done with it sometime next year! Lol, sarcasm aside (I pray that it stays sarcasm), I'm really excited to almost be finished with it. Me and Professor Awesome have a long list of things to discuss about the future of the comic once DD80 is finished. The big one on the list is how to plan it out better. Since Chapter 1, Demordicai Diamonds has been one giant experiment to see if I could even do comics. Even if it turned out I couldn't, we'd still go making the story anyway but I'm happy to say that I apparently can do comics and have gotten a lot better since I first started with DD1. And boy did I make a lot, A LOT, of mistakes, especially in the planning department. It's been tough trying to do comic work and regular art work as well for months now for me. Life just loves giving me a hard time and my mind-numbingly ridiculous family have only made it worse (you can throw Obama in there too, not being able have regular employment for almost 5 years is super fun!) but it hopefully won't be long now until I can move on with the comic and eventually figure out how best to improve it before I start Chapter 3.
In light of my atrociously terribad page rate, it's come to my attention more and more that I might need some help. It's tough fulfilling the artistic roles of penciler, inker, and colorer all by myself and I have been considering more and more seriously looking for a colorist. The ideal colorist would be someone who can take my line work and color it either just as good as I can though better would obviously be preferred. Me and Professor Awesome both have a preference for traditional art, more so since there is very few comics produced traditionally nowadays but we would be willing to consider a more digital style if it looks good and "feels" good for Demordicai Diamonds. The problem is, I'm pretty much broke most of the time unless I'd find someone who wouldn't mind being paid in chicken eggs but I'd have big problems shipping them. So it probably would be more of a partnership unless I get more money coming in. I'd rather have someone helping me out with a legitimate interest in the comic, the world of it, and everything else related to Demordicai Diamonds than just an art mercenary looking for some quick pay and something to slap their name on to. I've actually had a few encounters with folks like that in the past who were trying to goad me into letting them on the team, very insistently too, and even going as far as trying to get me to change the comic so it would "appeal to a wider audience" as if it was their own project! Damn good thing that me and Professor Awesome stuck to our guns and kept it to ourselves back then but we now know that we truly are serious with this project and Professor Awesome isn't going to be getting much better at art (seriously, his art is horrible, lol). I'm just throwing all of this out there in case anyone might be interested sometime in the future but I got work to do and I'll do it with or without a little assistance.
Congratulations! You've reached the part of the journal where I rave and ramble on about my crazy family and other depressing life problems! Turn back now or you will hear about how my family has pissed me off since my last journal and how the house I live in is now, in addition to being mice infested, an electrical fire hazard, extremely drafty in the winter, disgustingly cluttered, and literally falling apart , is now becoming infested with mold, has bad plumbing problems and is potentially explosive!
So for a while now, the hot water heater in the basement has been leaking. As with all house problems, I bring it up to the man who's more in charge of the house than I am: my dad. Sucks being in my 20's and still jobless and living at home but this kind of stuff just pisses me off more. After informing my dad of the leak, which I'm no plumbing expert but I don't think hot water heaters are supposed to leak and be covered with calcium build-up, but like usual, he doesn't seem to think it's a problem. All the moisture in our cave-like basement has turned the mold growth rate up to turbo though I don't know just what type of mold it is. So, I started to attempt to clean off the build-up on some of the pipes and I went ahead and wiped off the gas pipes downstairs as well. To my surprise, The suds starting bubbling on the gas pipe in certain places, like something underneath them was blowing bubbles. My sense of smell is at least half-dead by now thanks to the ammonia and junk from all the mouse piss and shit everywhere (once again, my parents don't consider it a problem) so I can't really smell the additive the gas company puts in with the gas that gives a smell to the gas but the bubbling suds seem to me like a clear sign of a gas leak. And what does my dad do when informed of this? He refuses to do anything about it because he's terrified how landlord will raise our absurdly low rent if he calls him up and informs him of a gas leak. The landlord even pays our gas bills and has for as long as we've been here so it would be a pretty swanky deal if the house wasn't a decaying death trap. That really made my day though, my dad not wanting anything to be done about a gas leak in the house. If I suddenly fall of the face of the internet and don't post any more art or anything at all for that matter for an unusually long period of time, my house probably exploded, reducing me to meaty chunks in the process. It's very difficult to do art when you are meat chunks.
For the past 3 weeks, I've also being trying to deal with my car. It has vehicular cancer and car chemo costs a lot of money. A little less if you find someone to work on it on the side but it still costs big money. My car, almost 20 years old now, has had a perpetual oil leak for a while and recently sprung another leak but recently the muffler corroded off. My car is very loud now and I really don't want to get pulled over and given a citation with an order to have it fixed in X amount of days. It's been really tough trying to scrape up enough money to get it fixed and there's no way I can afford to take it to a professional garage. Employment is still difficult to find and near impossible to break into the workforce around here once you do find it. I'm hoping I might be able to get it fixed sometime today with the help of one of my sister's friends who's apparently skilled in car repair and works on the cheap. We'll just see how that goes. I'm still open for commissions if anyone would like throw me a few bucks and get some art in return. $1.00 sketches and $3.00 for colored. I might even do comic commissions if anyone would be interested (and willing to be patient).
Besides that, this week in particular has been interesting if not monotonous. I've been stuck in this crappy house for a long time and I've learned that even without my middle brother (I'm the baby if the family) and my mother around, I still can't do art very well here. Maybe it's the ammonia, the gas leak, the lack of food or just everything put together but I used to feel very creative here and now that I have some solitude...nothing really happens. My creative art spark is dying more and more here so it looks like the days of me being mentally able to create art at my house are coming to a close. Once I get my car fixed, I'm going back to Professor Awesome's house to do some art just like before. Anyway, my mom and my middle brother have been gone all week going down south to go to the beach and visit the same bitchy relatives that stirred up drama a month or so ago when they came up here to "visit". It's been wonderful not having the two of them around at least, being free of the incessant whining, complaining, moaning, bitching, gossiping, and ranting the two of them do. My middle brother is going further and further down the path of a near-mindless drama-obsessed drug junkie and my mother is further devolving more and more into acting like a child.
Both my middle brother and my mother are OBSESSED with Facebook and I've watched it turn the two of them into idiots. My mother, who ironically has a job taking care of folks who can't take care of themselves well like the disabled and retarded, is now not wanting to do basic tasks for herself because of Facebook. Before she left, she threw a fit because I wouldn't do her laundry for her (which wouldn't take all that long to throw in the washer). Why wouldn't she do it? She didn't want to stop playing Farmville and Candy Crush on Facebook. It's bad enough that Facebook games are scams (I'll save my rant on all the bad problems about Facebook for another time and that one's a doozy!) but she's gotten so obsessed about them that after she comes back from work, she just plays them all day and is devolving into a state to where she refuses to put down the toys and do basic chores. She already refuses to walk up the stairs in the house because she's "getting old" and "it's too much work!" and now with her not wanting to spend 5-10 minutes on laundry is a new low. I wonder how long it will be until she gets to the point that she doesn't want to feed herself because it would disrupt her Facebook gaming. Oh wait, both her AND my dad are at the point to where they can't put away any groceries themselves. They leave the food out to rot and for the mice to get into it. And my dad wonders why he spends so much on food but that isn't really a problem. On top of that, all the stuff is cheap, half-spoiled crap (especially the meats, ugh) that tastes like crap but my dad's excuse for not wanting to get better food? Why, it will get eaten FIRST! That's right, good, healthy, life-giving food will get eaten first so let's not buy it! I got that line yesterday and I was livid after that. I can understand if it was finances, upon which I would have recommended that my family learn to pick up after themselves, seal up the food, and put it away back in the refrigerator or seal it up so the mice can't get into it. I have suggested that before only to be given some very rude and bitchy feedback on my innovative ideas.
Sigh, the two of them will be coming back sometime this week. I hope to be out of here by then or I'll never hear the end of all the drama my brother and mother will be ranting about. That and my brother constantly pestering me to be his personal taxi and take him back and forth from his friends' house and here EVERY DAMN DAY (and that's about 15 or so miles both ways) so he can be bored somewhere else for a few hours, come back, be bored here for a few hours, demand to be taken back out, and the cycle never ends. When he says "bored", he unfortunately means "I NEED TO GET HIGH" so he needs to go and try to get some drugs and when they have none or it runs out, he wants to be driven back home and then he needs his drugs again so he can't sit still and has to go out on the hunt to find more and get high. The only thing he cares about in life is getting high and drama, everyone else be damned. He doesn't give a shit about the money I got to pay to fill up my gas tank nor the condition of my car (my sister is getting a little like that with wanting me to come out to her house to babysit for her all the time), or even my time. The only thing that matters is getting high to him. Hell, he's getting close to 30 and he doesn't have a driver's license or even a high school diploma but he doesn't care about that either. On top of that, my parents coddle the shit out of him and feed his additions but I get shit for it when I call them out. They try to get him to clean up around the house but pay him before he works, and what does he do? Runs off with the money and is high all weekend. Never does the work and then comes back ranting on about plans to "work" around the house to get some more money.
Man, I REALLY need to get out of this dump. Maybe I should call up MTV and some other asinine television channel (I remember back when TLC used to stand for The Learning Channel, not MTV3) and pitch a reality TV show based on my family and make some money that way. On second thought, it would probably just piss me off even more and I might die from a brain aneurism.
Alright, I'm done venting at least a week or two. I should be getting out of my house soon and maybe getting some art done. I got 3 more DD pages I need to do and you might be seeing some concept art of those 4 new characters I mentioned at the beginning of the journal sometime soon as well.
In regards to character creation, I finally might be having a better time with naming now. My friend and co-writer Professor Awesome finally finished compiling all his notes and names he's come up with written down in oodles of notebooks and scrap pieces of paper. It's about 5 or 6 years worth of name ideas that were scribbled all over the place but when compiled, the list is almost 3,500 names long! It certainly took him forever to type all of them, let alone sift a messy treasure trove of papers and notebooks scattered around. He's been working on that for months now and now it's a great 19 page print-out that we've started using to great effect. A little organization can go a long way! We both are still extremely picky when naming people, places, and things in Demordicai Diamonds so it still takes us a while to figure out names but so far we've come up with a handful of full character names, including 4 of the 12 characters that we're still in the process of trying to create. Hopefully there will be more to come name-wise!
In other good news, I can now officially confirm that there are only 3 more pages left in Demordicai Diamonds: Chapter 2. Yay! That means I'll be done with it sometime next year! Lol, sarcasm aside (I pray that it stays sarcasm), I'm really excited to almost be finished with it. Me and Professor Awesome have a long list of things to discuss about the future of the comic once DD80 is finished. The big one on the list is how to plan it out better. Since Chapter 1, Demordicai Diamonds has been one giant experiment to see if I could even do comics. Even if it turned out I couldn't, we'd still go making the story anyway but I'm happy to say that I apparently can do comics and have gotten a lot better since I first started with DD1. And boy did I make a lot, A LOT, of mistakes, especially in the planning department. It's been tough trying to do comic work and regular art work as well for months now for me. Life just loves giving me a hard time and my mind-numbingly ridiculous family have only made it worse (you can throw Obama in there too, not being able have regular employment for almost 5 years is super fun!) but it hopefully won't be long now until I can move on with the comic and eventually figure out how best to improve it before I start Chapter 3.
In light of my atrociously terribad page rate, it's come to my attention more and more that I might need some help. It's tough fulfilling the artistic roles of penciler, inker, and colorer all by myself and I have been considering more and more seriously looking for a colorist. The ideal colorist would be someone who can take my line work and color it either just as good as I can though better would obviously be preferred. Me and Professor Awesome both have a preference for traditional art, more so since there is very few comics produced traditionally nowadays but we would be willing to consider a more digital style if it looks good and "feels" good for Demordicai Diamonds. The problem is, I'm pretty much broke most of the time unless I'd find someone who wouldn't mind being paid in chicken eggs but I'd have big problems shipping them. So it probably would be more of a partnership unless I get more money coming in. I'd rather have someone helping me out with a legitimate interest in the comic, the world of it, and everything else related to Demordicai Diamonds than just an art mercenary looking for some quick pay and something to slap their name on to. I've actually had a few encounters with folks like that in the past who were trying to goad me into letting them on the team, very insistently too, and even going as far as trying to get me to change the comic so it would "appeal to a wider audience" as if it was their own project! Damn good thing that me and Professor Awesome stuck to our guns and kept it to ourselves back then but we now know that we truly are serious with this project and Professor Awesome isn't going to be getting much better at art (seriously, his art is horrible, lol). I'm just throwing all of this out there in case anyone might be interested sometime in the future but I got work to do and I'll do it with or without a little assistance.
Congratulations! You've reached the part of the journal where I rave and ramble on about my crazy family and other depressing life problems! Turn back now or you will hear about how my family has pissed me off since my last journal and how the house I live in is now, in addition to being mice infested, an electrical fire hazard, extremely drafty in the winter, disgustingly cluttered, and literally falling apart , is now becoming infested with mold, has bad plumbing problems and is potentially explosive!
So for a while now, the hot water heater in the basement has been leaking. As with all house problems, I bring it up to the man who's more in charge of the house than I am: my dad. Sucks being in my 20's and still jobless and living at home but this kind of stuff just pisses me off more. After informing my dad of the leak, which I'm no plumbing expert but I don't think hot water heaters are supposed to leak and be covered with calcium build-up, but like usual, he doesn't seem to think it's a problem. All the moisture in our cave-like basement has turned the mold growth rate up to turbo though I don't know just what type of mold it is. So, I started to attempt to clean off the build-up on some of the pipes and I went ahead and wiped off the gas pipes downstairs as well. To my surprise, The suds starting bubbling on the gas pipe in certain places, like something underneath them was blowing bubbles. My sense of smell is at least half-dead by now thanks to the ammonia and junk from all the mouse piss and shit everywhere (once again, my parents don't consider it a problem) so I can't really smell the additive the gas company puts in with the gas that gives a smell to the gas but the bubbling suds seem to me like a clear sign of a gas leak. And what does my dad do when informed of this? He refuses to do anything about it because he's terrified how landlord will raise our absurdly low rent if he calls him up and informs him of a gas leak. The landlord even pays our gas bills and has for as long as we've been here so it would be a pretty swanky deal if the house wasn't a decaying death trap. That really made my day though, my dad not wanting anything to be done about a gas leak in the house. If I suddenly fall of the face of the internet and don't post any more art or anything at all for that matter for an unusually long period of time, my house probably exploded, reducing me to meaty chunks in the process. It's very difficult to do art when you are meat chunks.
For the past 3 weeks, I've also being trying to deal with my car. It has vehicular cancer and car chemo costs a lot of money. A little less if you find someone to work on it on the side but it still costs big money. My car, almost 20 years old now, has had a perpetual oil leak for a while and recently sprung another leak but recently the muffler corroded off. My car is very loud now and I really don't want to get pulled over and given a citation with an order to have it fixed in X amount of days. It's been really tough trying to scrape up enough money to get it fixed and there's no way I can afford to take it to a professional garage. Employment is still difficult to find and near impossible to break into the workforce around here once you do find it. I'm hoping I might be able to get it fixed sometime today with the help of one of my sister's friends who's apparently skilled in car repair and works on the cheap. We'll just see how that goes. I'm still open for commissions if anyone would like throw me a few bucks and get some art in return. $1.00 sketches and $3.00 for colored. I might even do comic commissions if anyone would be interested (and willing to be patient).
Besides that, this week in particular has been interesting if not monotonous. I've been stuck in this crappy house for a long time and I've learned that even without my middle brother (I'm the baby if the family) and my mother around, I still can't do art very well here. Maybe it's the ammonia, the gas leak, the lack of food or just everything put together but I used to feel very creative here and now that I have some solitude...nothing really happens. My creative art spark is dying more and more here so it looks like the days of me being mentally able to create art at my house are coming to a close. Once I get my car fixed, I'm going back to Professor Awesome's house to do some art just like before. Anyway, my mom and my middle brother have been gone all week going down south to go to the beach and visit the same bitchy relatives that stirred up drama a month or so ago when they came up here to "visit". It's been wonderful not having the two of them around at least, being free of the incessant whining, complaining, moaning, bitching, gossiping, and ranting the two of them do. My middle brother is going further and further down the path of a near-mindless drama-obsessed drug junkie and my mother is further devolving more and more into acting like a child.
Both my middle brother and my mother are OBSESSED with Facebook and I've watched it turn the two of them into idiots. My mother, who ironically has a job taking care of folks who can't take care of themselves well like the disabled and retarded, is now not wanting to do basic tasks for herself because of Facebook. Before she left, she threw a fit because I wouldn't do her laundry for her (which wouldn't take all that long to throw in the washer). Why wouldn't she do it? She didn't want to stop playing Farmville and Candy Crush on Facebook. It's bad enough that Facebook games are scams (I'll save my rant on all the bad problems about Facebook for another time and that one's a doozy!) but she's gotten so obsessed about them that after she comes back from work, she just plays them all day and is devolving into a state to where she refuses to put down the toys and do basic chores. She already refuses to walk up the stairs in the house because she's "getting old" and "it's too much work!" and now with her not wanting to spend 5-10 minutes on laundry is a new low. I wonder how long it will be until she gets to the point that she doesn't want to feed herself because it would disrupt her Facebook gaming. Oh wait, both her AND my dad are at the point to where they can't put away any groceries themselves. They leave the food out to rot and for the mice to get into it. And my dad wonders why he spends so much on food but that isn't really a problem. On top of that, all the stuff is cheap, half-spoiled crap (especially the meats, ugh) that tastes like crap but my dad's excuse for not wanting to get better food? Why, it will get eaten FIRST! That's right, good, healthy, life-giving food will get eaten first so let's not buy it! I got that line yesterday and I was livid after that. I can understand if it was finances, upon which I would have recommended that my family learn to pick up after themselves, seal up the food, and put it away back in the refrigerator or seal it up so the mice can't get into it. I have suggested that before only to be given some very rude and bitchy feedback on my innovative ideas.
Sigh, the two of them will be coming back sometime this week. I hope to be out of here by then or I'll never hear the end of all the drama my brother and mother will be ranting about. That and my brother constantly pestering me to be his personal taxi and take him back and forth from his friends' house and here EVERY DAMN DAY (and that's about 15 or so miles both ways) so he can be bored somewhere else for a few hours, come back, be bored here for a few hours, demand to be taken back out, and the cycle never ends. When he says "bored", he unfortunately means "I NEED TO GET HIGH" so he needs to go and try to get some drugs and when they have none or it runs out, he wants to be driven back home and then he needs his drugs again so he can't sit still and has to go out on the hunt to find more and get high. The only thing he cares about in life is getting high and drama, everyone else be damned. He doesn't give a shit about the money I got to pay to fill up my gas tank nor the condition of my car (my sister is getting a little like that with wanting me to come out to her house to babysit for her all the time), or even my time. The only thing that matters is getting high to him. Hell, he's getting close to 30 and he doesn't have a driver's license or even a high school diploma but he doesn't care about that either. On top of that, my parents coddle the shit out of him and feed his additions but I get shit for it when I call them out. They try to get him to clean up around the house but pay him before he works, and what does he do? Runs off with the money and is high all weekend. Never does the work and then comes back ranting on about plans to "work" around the house to get some more money.
Man, I REALLY need to get out of this dump. Maybe I should call up MTV and some other asinine television channel (I remember back when TLC used to stand for The Learning Channel, not MTV3) and pitch a reality TV show based on my family and make some money that way. On second thought, it would probably just piss me off even more and I might die from a brain aneurism.
Alright, I'm done venting at least a week or two. I should be getting out of my house soon and maybe getting some art done. I got 3 more DD pages I need to do and you might be seeing some concept art of those 4 new characters I mentioned at the beginning of the journal sometime soon as well.
Family gone, Back to Art
Posted 12 years agoMy relatives from down south have come and gone and what a disaster it was. I had a feeling it wasn't going to be good and, what do you know, it wasn't. So first off, my relatives were supposed to come in on Monday of last week. Monday passed and they didn't show up, Tuesday passed and they didn't show up, same with Wednesday and all the way to the weekend. They decided to stay about 30 miles with some of my other relatives who don't really get along with my family (very old, bitter drama). When they finally show up on the weekend, they just drop in to drop off my 90 year old grandmother (they took her with them for some reason) so that they and my mom can go party it up at the bars. She's getting up in her age and kept thinking I was one of my older brothers and would ramble on a lot.
When they finally come back, I am greeted and that's it. That's all the more family interaction I get. I waited a week at the house, putting up with my middle brother's constant ranting and obsessing over drama and being able to do almost nothing productive and certainly not art. What a big waste of time that they got me on the hook for. Oh, but it gets better.
Apparently, my relatives went around to my sister's house and visited. Behind her back, they said some awfully insulting and rude things about her and her upcoming baptism of her two children. Eventually she found out about it and a big fight erupted between them and my relatives true holier-than-thou bitch attitudes were revealed and family relations crumbled.
Now I see why my dad was getting oddly angry two weeks ago. Turns out he knows them better than me and was stressing out knowing the drama bomb would go off once they came.
So that's how last week went for me. I would have just been better staying over at Professor Awesome's house doing up some new artwork and some new DD comic pages which is what I'll be doing this week despite having a late start. I'm starting off by trying to finish drawing a single-character scene I left only partially sketched when I left Professor Awesome's house at the beginning of last week. It's proving to be a bit of a bastard in drawing in all the details. I hoped to get to inking and coloring it today but I'm progressing slower than expected. I do have plans on making a new DD page, a commission, and maybe picking out another scene or two from my brainstorming notebook.
There is some good news that came out of last week. I managed to get a hold of an original copy of an old computer game I've been dying to play since I first played the demo 15 years ago. It's Bungie's first game, and an RTS one at that, Myth: The Fallen Lords. It's a pretty tough strategy game with a surprising amount of blood and gore, especially when dwarves throw their explosives that then accidentally ricochet off the head of a zombie coming right back at the dwarf and then explodes, sending bloody dwarf chunks everywhere (true and unfortunate story). Lol, it's a lot tougher than I remember but it will be a good challenge to play.
That's it for this journal. Hopefully I'll have some new art to show by the end of the week.
Family Coming In
Posted 12 years agoThis week is gearing up to be a total bust for me doing any art. I got family coming in to visit from down south all this week to visit so I'm obligated to be stuck at my house for the week. On top of that, there is the 4th of July coming up and my family always goes into town to watch the fireworks so I'll be wrapped up in that as well.
My 2nd eldest brother is already wearing my nerves thin with his constant whining and complaining about how bored he is and all the stupid drama and gossip he just has to rant and rave about all day. His ovaries must have kicked into overdrive this week. Just my rotten luck to be stuck here.
I'm sorry I won't have much to post at all this week. There is a small chance I may be able to get some art done if someone picks up my brother and drives him off somewhere (he'll be back within a day though unfortunately, he can never stay in one place for long due to "boredom"). If I do, it will probably only done in regular pencils as I still have the rest of my art supplies at Professor Awesome's house.
Besides all that, I should have some new artwork to show next week after my relatives go home and the July 4th celebrations have dwindled down. I quite a bit of an idea pool to draw from for some new art for next week but I feel like Spongebob from that episode where he's forced to take a vacation.
Forced vacations suck.
My 2nd eldest brother is already wearing my nerves thin with his constant whining and complaining about how bored he is and all the stupid drama and gossip he just has to rant and rave about all day. His ovaries must have kicked into overdrive this week. Just my rotten luck to be stuck here.
I'm sorry I won't have much to post at all this week. There is a small chance I may be able to get some art done if someone picks up my brother and drives him off somewhere (he'll be back within a day though unfortunately, he can never stay in one place for long due to "boredom"). If I do, it will probably only done in regular pencils as I still have the rest of my art supplies at Professor Awesome's house.
Besides all that, I should have some new artwork to show next week after my relatives go home and the July 4th celebrations have dwindled down. I quite a bit of an idea pool to draw from for some new art for next week but I feel like Spongebob from that episode where he's forced to take a vacation.
Forced vacations suck.
Paypal commissions open
Posted 12 years agoI finally got my Paypal account up and running again and I am now open for commissions via Payapl. It's been a while since I've been able to make full use of it since I've been without a checking account for several years after the bank I was with ate it all with oodles of hidden fees. I'm now banking at a different bank that is a lot more transparent and friendlier towards their customers and got a new checking account so I can get money out of Paypal again. My prices are still the same: $3.00 for a color commission and $1.00 for a sketch.
I don't really have a whole lot going on in my life at the moment. More failed job applications, a high school reunion that was kinda lame and felt just as clique-y, and my eldest brother stirring up trouble with my dad are the main things but that's about it.
I did manage to get the latest Borerlands 2 dlc, Tiny Tina's Assault on Dragon Keep, and have been playing that some. It's been really funny with all the D&D and Game of Thrones references and more difficult than I imagined it would be but that's a good thing. I still haven't beat it yet, I'm sorta taking a little break from it after playing a long run of it recently.
I'm pleased that I got another page of Demordicai Diamonds done this week. I've been feeling a little low on comic motivation this week and it took a lot out of me just getting DD76 done. I had originally hoped that I could get DD77 done as well this week but it doesn't look like that will be happening. It's time like this that make me seriously consider looking into finding some help in the form of an inker and colorist (colorist would probably take priority over inker).
In other Demordicai Diamonds news, me and Professor Awesome pretty much finished out the initial planning for another story-arc in Demordicai Diamonds. Winter, Year 2 is complete and ended with Rune being bedridden (again) for a week and Dalken with a minor concussion. Spring, as well as their own recovery, is on the way and Dalken will finally stop complaining about the cold only to start complaining about Rune's shedding.
I'm right now predicting that Demordicai Diamonds has another 5 pages to go until I can officially say Chapter 2 is done. I'm thinking I'll definitely have it done by the end of Summer. Man, I'm really looking forward to when that time comes! I've been trying to stay focused with Chapter 2 and not think too much on Chapter 3 this whole time but it's really hard not to. Anyway, everything is currently on track to there being another new DD page next week.
Restocking and Layering
Posted 12 years agoThis weekend has been a restocking weekend for me. Once again, my brown colored pencils are nubs and I'm out of pink erasers. I haven't been out of those in years but I found out a few days that they have all been ground to little chunks and aren't really useful anymore. Luckily, those are all fairly cheap to restock though I spend just as much in gas going into town for them. I should have everything restocked by next week for when I get back to art again.
I sold about half of my chickens and the ducks my sister got me this weekend. No one at the house besides me and my dad (and he's been very lethargic lately) takes care of them and it's becoming a real hassle. My sister a while back ago wanted to get ducks but she lives in a little town with a little yard so she got ducks and dropped them off permanently here. The feed bill will be a lot lower now and the remaining chickens should be a lot easier to take care of now.
Art-wise, I'm planning this week to attempt to tackle a BIG problem that's been bugging me for years. I make mistakes a lot when drawing and I have to erase, redraw, erase, redraw again and so on and so forth. This ends up eating hours of my time and causes me oodles of frustration. I enjoy drawing but erasing and redrawing can quickly turn a fun art project into an irritating chore that's not good for the art itself either! The biggest cause of this for me is drawing backgrounds, or more specifically, integrating characters and backgrounds together.
As you probably know, my art is almost entirely traditional, done with pencils and ink with some digital re-saturation so the colors look more accurate to what is on the paper. Like digital artists, I've been thinking on using "layers" to ease the burdens on me since traditionally, I only work with the equivalent of one layer only. I've got two possible options on what I can do:
Option 1: Traditional Layering
Though I've had it for years and have almost never used it, I do have a glass table art desk stored away. I'm just so used to working at kitchen tables or large clip boards that I haven't really worked much with it. I could use it and combine it with a light (which I already have done in the past) and make the desk a giant light box. From there, I can then use multiple sheets of paper as "layers". On one I'll draw the background, put another piece of paper over it and then draw the characters on it, and then a third piece of paper over the both of them and trace over my work with the aid of the light from below and create a finished, composite image. This hopefully would save me a ton of time erasing and redrawing trying to integrate characters and background together. This way is entirely traditional and can be done without a computer at the expense of more paper. I don't know how well the light will shine through the paper yet so that could be a possible snag.
Option 2: Digital Layering
This option I've experimented with twice in the past (the second "experiment" isn't done yet but will probably be done in a few days) and so far seems to work out fairly well though it could use some fine tuning. For example, if I'm working on an art piece that has multiple characters, some overlapping to some degree, a background, and anything else that makes it complex, I would draw them out separately like in Option 1. What is different is using a computer from this point to stitch everything together. I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to art programs but my friend Professor Awesome is and helps me out with Gimp when it comes to Demordicai Diamonds pages. Using Gimp, he can "cut" out characters that I have drawn and then put them all together saving me a lot of frustration. After that, he can print out the composite which I will ink and color from there.
Which option do you think would be best for me to focus on? Each one I think has the propensity to cut down on frustration, time wasted and allow me to make more art in a smaller period of time.
This week, I got one more commission to finish and I got plans for some other art pieces. Hopefully I'll be able to get to doing some more Demordicai Diamonds pages this week too. I didn't manage to get to doing any last week so I'll be trying to make up for it this week if I can.
No Wheels
Posted 12 years agoFor the past week and a half, I've been stuck without my car. Lucky for me it's not my car that's the problem. Mine is just fine as usual (besides a few minor gripes about it) but my dad's car has died due to the transmission finally giving out on it. So like the last time he had car problems, he's been using my car leaving me at the mercy of others for rides. I've had plenty of errands to do and places to be these and not having a car is slowing me down really bad. His need for a car trumps mine considering his good paying job but what's gotten me upset about it is that he knew weeks ahead of time that the transmission was going bad and waits until it finally dies to see about getting it fixed, right when I need my car most. He even had several days off previously to get it fixed but didn't. I just get tired being used as an emergency safety net when the emergencies are easily predictable and preventable.
I'm glad I wasn't stuck too long at my house, a little longer than necessary but I'm getting back on my schedule for doing artwork again. If everything works out well, it's looking like I may have my car back on Friday but I'm going to be bumming a ride with my sister to take car of some much overdue errands today. I may have some more new art to post soon and consistently as well.
For some good news, I managed to get my computer repaired. It had been giving me problems for a while now when it came to starting it up. Sometimes it would start up, other times it wouldn't even though it had the orange light on on the front of it. Turned out the power supply in it was going bad but I managed to get it replaced and it's back up and running again!
I don't really have a whole lot else going on at the moment. I still have a few commissions to finish up and I got plans for more artwork I want to get done in the coming days, along with another Demordicai Diamonds page or two. Sorry for the delay with new art in the past several days, there will be more coming soon at a good pace once I get all this car business sorted out and I got my wheels again.
Lol, short journal is short and more art coming soon. It's good to be away from my house, with or without my car, and it really makes good for making short journals too, not having to deal with all the drama my brothers instigate and rant on about. Also, not waking up to the smell of mice piss or someone yelling is pretty good too!
You win some, you lose some, you do commissions
Posted 12 years agoAfter getting some employment a few weeks ago, I'm back to looking for work again. I was working at the place where my mom works and I pretty much got let go due to my concerns over the nature of the work. I knew going into this what kind of job this was, to put it simply, it's like being an orderly in a mental institution except with more of at-home care giver feel. You pretty much live with them, make sure they take their medicine, take them to doctor appointments, and just keep an eye on them. Like I said, I knew all that going in, my mom talks about it (more like complains about it and the new management) all the time. The problem arose when after a few weeks of training (driving 50 miles for that each way was a bit much just to be given a multiple choice test by a common nurse is a bit much but whatever) and I was meeting with one of the other workers who was showing me what the job was like and introducing me to the "client" I was being set up with and telling me everything there is to know about him. I was already scheduled to work the following weekend even though I still had more training to do and shouldn't be working the job just yet. Turns out the company desperately needed a new worker and as I later found out from my dad and my sister, they ALWAYS need a new worker, yes, just one new worker. And for last month, that new worker was me.
Watching retarded people isn't all that difficult, just boring as you live with them for several days out of the week. For someone like my mom, this job sucks really bad as you can easily find yourself with nothing to do for most of the day as the person you are supposed to keep an eye on watches TV or plays video games or the like. She ended up getting a laptop so she can play Farmville on Facebook for most of the day (which is another topic for another time). Now me, I have hobbies, namely art work (duh), so I would have time to get some art work in and do my job at the same time. My mom's clients that she watches are generally nice and well mannered, the "I liek chocolate milk!" kind of retarded but still easy to get along with. Lol, I had a long list I had to memorize of certain words that I can't say, like retarded, because of political correctness and over-sensitivity. The funny thing with that is that the company management and some of the other orderlies were WAY more obsessed with being all pc than the people they watched after!
Tangent story time! When I was there, I was told a story I found hilarious by one of the other workers about two of the retards there. They were out and about at I believe a McDonald's or something and their handler heard the two talking rather loudly about getting tattoos (they were OBSESSED with them and thought them as a symbol of badassery). The one tattoo that they went on about getting was the most awesome and badass tattoo of all: The flaming hotdog! A hotdog in a bun surrounded by flames. I should also mention that the two of them were both very white but dressed like they were inner-city black ghetto gangsters. You know, pants waist around the knees and the like. So some other guy at McDonald's waiting for his meal hears them and looks to them and says, "Are you guys fucking retarded?". The two flaming hotdog enthusiasts respond back with an enthusiastic and prideful "YEAH, BITCH!". Lol, that story made me laugh and has become a little meme joke for me.
Okay, back to the main story. So I found out there was one particular guy that they were always hiring someone to watch him. I thought I would be watching individuals like mentioned in the story above but turns out that was something that the management kept me in the dark on the whole time up until I was actually in the thick of it. The guy I was hired to watch was the most violent and impulsive client they had and since the company was ran more like a clique than a business (it only survives through government money so it unfortunately doesn't really need to run a tight ship like a regular business), the most well-favored followed by the most experienced and knowledgeable got the easiest clients while avoiding the problematic ones. I put well-favored before most experienced since my mom, who has almost a decade of experience and has some nursing credentials as well was denied a manager-type promotion in favor of a much, much younger, prettier girl, like close to my age, who has only 8 months experience. My mom was told that knowledge isn't everything when she questioned why she wasn't promoted but as it turns out from other inside sources that I was getting to know, the guy who runs the local district was favoring the young girl over all the other, far more experienced workers since he just wanted to get in her pants. After learning all this, I was starting to understand why things seemed topsy turvy.
So instead of giving the most violent client to the best and most experienced workers, they pass him on to the new guy. Me. This guy, Mike, that I was supposed to live with several days out of the week had a very...interesting record. Besides being mentally unstable and kinda retarded but smart enough to understand the system and his own immunity to it (more on that later), he was very impulsive. Most people, generally have inhibitions, they think twice before doing certain things. Like if someone changed the TV channel from the one you had it on, you may be a little angry but you wouldn't go and punch whoever did it, would you? I'd guess probably not as most people don't always act violent impulses, especially towards friends and family. Not Mike, he doesn't have much ability in that area to control his own impulses. One particular story that I learned was that one time he was working with some other retards in a special workshop building simple things. He had a hammer in hand, building, and his handler (the same orderly that was telling me everything I needed to know along with things management wouldn't tell me) noticed that he was eying one of the girls there and started to approach her in an odd, curious, fashion. Following his gut instinct, the handler stopped Mike and took his hammer and asked him what he was doing. Mike replied that he wanted to "see what the inside of her head looked like". The same handler has had Mike assault him several times and has even had knives pulled out on him. The worst stories were the sexual assaults that Mike had done in the past. Having little to no impulse control, he just tried to fuck whatever he felt like when the urge came, male, female, didn't matter. So all this sounds fun, right? Well, unlike the traditional orderly, there was one big rule that was to avoid being broken at all cost: Thou shalt not defend thyself. As one of their workers, they force you to give up your legal ability to defend yourself should you be attacked by one of their "clients".
Now I'm not no string bean with no muscle, like Professor Awesome lol, I can hold my own in fight and know a few potent moves taught to me from my dad who learned them in prison guard training. But even with the most violent retards, I was not allowed to defend myself. When I asked then what course of action I should take should I be assaulted, the response was to "make do". Even yelling loudly at them to stop is considered a verbal assault on them by the company's standards! Even at this point, I still haven't finished my training (none of which, of course, was how to defend yourself but it was more important to be politically correct) but they were willing to cut corners anyway. When I learned all this and confronted the management about why they themselves didn't tell me beforehand instead of hiding it, I asked if it was possible to be given a different client to work with but they said that it was not possible which left me back in the market for a job again.
During this whole time, my dad had been really pissy with me working here and I didn't know why. Yeah, he's been a major hindering force with my employment previously so I had my suspicions. My sister ratted him out when I was talking to her. She told me that years ago she took pretty much the same job and and the same experience with the exception that her replacement ended up hurt after getting assaulted by the violent client after she left. My dad knew about it and supported her back then and as it turns out, he knew some of the people where I work and knew exactly what I was in for WAY before I ever learned it. So that explained why he would be pissy about it but he didn't tell me because he what he knew because he wanted to be supportive. I sure wish he would have told me but at least he was thoughtful in a way.
You win some, you lose some, I guess.
So even though this didn't work out, some good might still come out of it yet. I've been feeling more motivated to do art after all this, seeing how it is the one skill, the one thing I have that doesn't end up not working out in the end. Its never failed me and always brings me great comfort and joy to work on and so I have decided to take my life in a different direction, a different focus. I'll be focusing on art, trying to improve my craft, and maybe, if I can get good enough, make a little bit of money on commissions. I never focused on it much and the thought of it always intimidated me to a point, the pressure back then sometimes felt stifling and crushing. I realized a few days ago that all the art I drew for others not only made me happy but also made me draw things that broke my usual routine, curing my occasional art block and making me draw new things from which I learned new things and got better. Locally, I've seen several new business pop up and be successful, like a local sweet shop bakery that has inspired me some as well.
So I will be opening up for commissions and dutifully doing art again, close to levels like they were a few years ago back when I would have new art to show almost every day. I will get better and I now firmly believe that I'll even have some fun doing it even if I no one really cares much for commissioning me for anything. At the very least, there will be new art to enjoy. I've lost with everything else I've tried but I've never seriously tried to make a little profit off my strongest skill until now. Might as well try, even if I don't improve and this whole new direction for me ends in the smoldering wreckage of failure, I'll only be right back where I started again. Nothing to lose.
But like all business ideas, there is always something that proves to be a big thorn in one's side. I encountered this the last time I did commissions: Paypal. I still have my old paypal account and I still have the money in it from the last commissions I did. The problem is, I need a checking account tied to it to even retrieve the money by any means (including by mail) as the checking account is used also for verification. I used to have one for a bit that my dad set up for me when I got out of high school years ago but he didn't tell me about maintenance fees and all the money I had in it got taken by the bank (and they even wanted more after that) since I didn't have $1000 in it at the time. Learned my lesson after losing a nice amount of money that way. So as you can imagine, I don't have the money to set up a checking account AND avoid the maintenance fees at the same time. This makes Paypal utterly worthless to be at the time being.
So what's a poor and unemployed artist to do about it? Well, at that time, not much. But now, there is a nifty tool available for me to use that can, and hopefully will, work! Since that time years ago, deviantART has rolled out a special commission widget that makes commissions really easy and converts deviantART points into much more useful cash! Sure, they take a rather steep 20% cut and then charge an extra $5 processing fee to send you a check but that works for me! I can also work by mail as well, nothing wrong with the old-fashioned as well (besides crap getting lost in the mail but there is risk in all things).
I've been critical of deviantART in the past but with my dilemma, this may prove to be my saving grace. The first hurdle I have is that this commission service is only available to premium members but good thing for me that I already am one...well, for at least another 3 months that is. I need to extend my premium membership to keep this idea viable so I have 3 months to raise the points I need extend my premium membership.
Currently, I have 665 points already stockpiled and it costs 2396 points to extend my membership by another year. That leaves me needing 1731 more points. I'll start off doing five super cheap sketches, priced at 80 points per sketch (that's the equivalent of $1.00 per sketch though after the 20% cut, I only make $0.80 or 64 points per sketch). If you'd be interested in me drawing a sketch or two for you for cheap and helping me out big time, just use the special commissions widget box above my journal deviantART journal, I'd really appreciate it! Just go here--> http://jacobmace.deviantart.com/
Thanks everyone for your support in all my endeavors!
Watching retarded people isn't all that difficult, just boring as you live with them for several days out of the week. For someone like my mom, this job sucks really bad as you can easily find yourself with nothing to do for most of the day as the person you are supposed to keep an eye on watches TV or plays video games or the like. She ended up getting a laptop so she can play Farmville on Facebook for most of the day (which is another topic for another time). Now me, I have hobbies, namely art work (duh), so I would have time to get some art work in and do my job at the same time. My mom's clients that she watches are generally nice and well mannered, the "I liek chocolate milk!" kind of retarded but still easy to get along with. Lol, I had a long list I had to memorize of certain words that I can't say, like retarded, because of political correctness and over-sensitivity. The funny thing with that is that the company management and some of the other orderlies were WAY more obsessed with being all pc than the people they watched after!
Tangent story time! When I was there, I was told a story I found hilarious by one of the other workers about two of the retards there. They were out and about at I believe a McDonald's or something and their handler heard the two talking rather loudly about getting tattoos (they were OBSESSED with them and thought them as a symbol of badassery). The one tattoo that they went on about getting was the most awesome and badass tattoo of all: The flaming hotdog! A hotdog in a bun surrounded by flames. I should also mention that the two of them were both very white but dressed like they were inner-city black ghetto gangsters. You know, pants waist around the knees and the like. So some other guy at McDonald's waiting for his meal hears them and looks to them and says, "Are you guys fucking retarded?". The two flaming hotdog enthusiasts respond back with an enthusiastic and prideful "YEAH, BITCH!". Lol, that story made me laugh and has become a little meme joke for me.
Okay, back to the main story. So I found out there was one particular guy that they were always hiring someone to watch him. I thought I would be watching individuals like mentioned in the story above but turns out that was something that the management kept me in the dark on the whole time up until I was actually in the thick of it. The guy I was hired to watch was the most violent and impulsive client they had and since the company was ran more like a clique than a business (it only survives through government money so it unfortunately doesn't really need to run a tight ship like a regular business), the most well-favored followed by the most experienced and knowledgeable got the easiest clients while avoiding the problematic ones. I put well-favored before most experienced since my mom, who has almost a decade of experience and has some nursing credentials as well was denied a manager-type promotion in favor of a much, much younger, prettier girl, like close to my age, who has only 8 months experience. My mom was told that knowledge isn't everything when she questioned why she wasn't promoted but as it turns out from other inside sources that I was getting to know, the guy who runs the local district was favoring the young girl over all the other, far more experienced workers since he just wanted to get in her pants. After learning all this, I was starting to understand why things seemed topsy turvy.
So instead of giving the most violent client to the best and most experienced workers, they pass him on to the new guy. Me. This guy, Mike, that I was supposed to live with several days out of the week had a very...interesting record. Besides being mentally unstable and kinda retarded but smart enough to understand the system and his own immunity to it (more on that later), he was very impulsive. Most people, generally have inhibitions, they think twice before doing certain things. Like if someone changed the TV channel from the one you had it on, you may be a little angry but you wouldn't go and punch whoever did it, would you? I'd guess probably not as most people don't always act violent impulses, especially towards friends and family. Not Mike, he doesn't have much ability in that area to control his own impulses. One particular story that I learned was that one time he was working with some other retards in a special workshop building simple things. He had a hammer in hand, building, and his handler (the same orderly that was telling me everything I needed to know along with things management wouldn't tell me) noticed that he was eying one of the girls there and started to approach her in an odd, curious, fashion. Following his gut instinct, the handler stopped Mike and took his hammer and asked him what he was doing. Mike replied that he wanted to "see what the inside of her head looked like". The same handler has had Mike assault him several times and has even had knives pulled out on him. The worst stories were the sexual assaults that Mike had done in the past. Having little to no impulse control, he just tried to fuck whatever he felt like when the urge came, male, female, didn't matter. So all this sounds fun, right? Well, unlike the traditional orderly, there was one big rule that was to avoid being broken at all cost: Thou shalt not defend thyself. As one of their workers, they force you to give up your legal ability to defend yourself should you be attacked by one of their "clients".
Now I'm not no string bean with no muscle, like Professor Awesome lol, I can hold my own in fight and know a few potent moves taught to me from my dad who learned them in prison guard training. But even with the most violent retards, I was not allowed to defend myself. When I asked then what course of action I should take should I be assaulted, the response was to "make do". Even yelling loudly at them to stop is considered a verbal assault on them by the company's standards! Even at this point, I still haven't finished my training (none of which, of course, was how to defend yourself but it was more important to be politically correct) but they were willing to cut corners anyway. When I learned all this and confronted the management about why they themselves didn't tell me beforehand instead of hiding it, I asked if it was possible to be given a different client to work with but they said that it was not possible which left me back in the market for a job again.
During this whole time, my dad had been really pissy with me working here and I didn't know why. Yeah, he's been a major hindering force with my employment previously so I had my suspicions. My sister ratted him out when I was talking to her. She told me that years ago she took pretty much the same job and and the same experience with the exception that her replacement ended up hurt after getting assaulted by the violent client after she left. My dad knew about it and supported her back then and as it turns out, he knew some of the people where I work and knew exactly what I was in for WAY before I ever learned it. So that explained why he would be pissy about it but he didn't tell me because he what he knew because he wanted to be supportive. I sure wish he would have told me but at least he was thoughtful in a way.
You win some, you lose some, I guess.
So even though this didn't work out, some good might still come out of it yet. I've been feeling more motivated to do art after all this, seeing how it is the one skill, the one thing I have that doesn't end up not working out in the end. Its never failed me and always brings me great comfort and joy to work on and so I have decided to take my life in a different direction, a different focus. I'll be focusing on art, trying to improve my craft, and maybe, if I can get good enough, make a little bit of money on commissions. I never focused on it much and the thought of it always intimidated me to a point, the pressure back then sometimes felt stifling and crushing. I realized a few days ago that all the art I drew for others not only made me happy but also made me draw things that broke my usual routine, curing my occasional art block and making me draw new things from which I learned new things and got better. Locally, I've seen several new business pop up and be successful, like a local sweet shop bakery that has inspired me some as well.
So I will be opening up for commissions and dutifully doing art again, close to levels like they were a few years ago back when I would have new art to show almost every day. I will get better and I now firmly believe that I'll even have some fun doing it even if I no one really cares much for commissioning me for anything. At the very least, there will be new art to enjoy. I've lost with everything else I've tried but I've never seriously tried to make a little profit off my strongest skill until now. Might as well try, even if I don't improve and this whole new direction for me ends in the smoldering wreckage of failure, I'll only be right back where I started again. Nothing to lose.
But like all business ideas, there is always something that proves to be a big thorn in one's side. I encountered this the last time I did commissions: Paypal. I still have my old paypal account and I still have the money in it from the last commissions I did. The problem is, I need a checking account tied to it to even retrieve the money by any means (including by mail) as the checking account is used also for verification. I used to have one for a bit that my dad set up for me when I got out of high school years ago but he didn't tell me about maintenance fees and all the money I had in it got taken by the bank (and they even wanted more after that) since I didn't have $1000 in it at the time. Learned my lesson after losing a nice amount of money that way. So as you can imagine, I don't have the money to set up a checking account AND avoid the maintenance fees at the same time. This makes Paypal utterly worthless to be at the time being.
So what's a poor and unemployed artist to do about it? Well, at that time, not much. But now, there is a nifty tool available for me to use that can, and hopefully will, work! Since that time years ago, deviantART has rolled out a special commission widget that makes commissions really easy and converts deviantART points into much more useful cash! Sure, they take a rather steep 20% cut and then charge an extra $5 processing fee to send you a check but that works for me! I can also work by mail as well, nothing wrong with the old-fashioned as well (besides crap getting lost in the mail but there is risk in all things).
I've been critical of deviantART in the past but with my dilemma, this may prove to be my saving grace. The first hurdle I have is that this commission service is only available to premium members but good thing for me that I already am one...well, for at least another 3 months that is. I need to extend my premium membership to keep this idea viable so I have 3 months to raise the points I need extend my premium membership.
Currently, I have 665 points already stockpiled and it costs 2396 points to extend my membership by another year. That leaves me needing 1731 more points. I'll start off doing five super cheap sketches, priced at 80 points per sketch (that's the equivalent of $1.00 per sketch though after the 20% cut, I only make $0.80 or 64 points per sketch). If you'd be interested in me drawing a sketch or two for you for cheap and helping me out big time, just use the special commissions widget box above my journal deviantART journal, I'd really appreciate it! Just go here--> http://jacobmace.deviantart.com/
Thanks everyone for your support in all my endeavors!
Employment at last!
Posted 12 years agoLong time, no journal but I got some great news! I can now officially say that I am employed again! I had my second interview yesterday and everything went great. I'll be working the same job my mom has and it looks like I'll be doing my training this coming Tuesday. I'm one giant leap closer toward independence though it will still be a while until I have enough money saved up until I can even begin truly making plans on moving out. Thank you everyone who has given me support in my quest to get employed again in this struggling economy, I really appreciated every kind and motivating word that was said. I feel as though a large weight is being lifted off my shoulders now.
In other good news, I now have a good printer/scanner. I've been needing one of those for a while to get my little art studio running more efficiently. I'm not a perfect artist and I am prone to make inking and coloring mistakes from time to time. I prefer to scan my penciled work, save it, and print out a copy to ink and color just in case I make a mistake so that way I don't screw up the original. If I do screw up, all I need to do is print out a new copy. Sure, making a mistake still sucks but at least I don't have to redo the penciling as well and ruin a good art piece permanently. For years I had to drive over to Professor Awesome's house to use his printer/scanner to safely do art and even to upload and that ate up my gas something fierce. Now that I got a printer/scanner, I'll be saving a load of money on gas (good timing too since my car has a gas leak now) but I'll still need to spend some on ink occasionally. On top of that, I can easily send Professor Awesome new Demordicai Diamonds pages to do the digital touch-up work on through the internet if I'm here working at home, once again saving me a lot of gas money. Yay!
Now if I can only solve the near constant pestering I get from my family whenever I try to sit down and do art work. I guess the solution for that will come when I have enough money to move out. I haven't been able to do much art work nor comic work due to my brothers and my mom being off from work for 9 days at a time and just bugging the crap out of me day and night. If it isn't one brother stealing my money (lost $40 that way and my mom tried to hide the fact that it was my eldest brother who waited until I was at my sister's house to come in and steal it), another brother constantly trying to get something out of me be it transportation, money, or some other stuff and ranting, whining, and bitching about the stupidest drama even worse than a teenage girl, its my mom becoming as technologically obsessed as she is ignorant of technology and demanding me to teach her but refuses to listen and learn. That last one has been of a particular bother as of late. My mom is now OBSESSED with Facebook and the internet but she barely understands how to type in a url (like www. stuff) as well as the concept of logging in and out. Trying to explain it to her is near impossible and I really don't appreciate her uber-demanding "do EVERYTHING for me" attitude. Combine that with her yelling, shrieking and disregard for anyone sleeping and you end up with a very cranky me.
Who knows, now that I have a job this usual and annoying crap that I've been forced to deal with for years may soon (relatively speaking) become a thing of the past. I predict a lot of drama from my parents when the time is right and I can leave and live on my own but it will be SO worth it. My sister went through the same thing when she moved out and out of all of my siblings, she has been the only one who is fairly well off at the moment. She's been really supportive of me getting this job and even helped out with getting me some car insurance for my old station wagon. She's been through the same stuff that I'm going through now and understands my plight here better than that rest of my family and I am extremely thankful for her help.
Speaking of my sister, we had some adventures recently. For some reason beyond my comprehension, she has been very determined to get herself a dog, specifically a Teacup Yorkie. I agreed to accompany her on a quest to pick one up about half-way across the state. It's a bit of a drive but not too bad...until we ran into major road closings and got lost with the detours. The lady who was selling the dog (and wanted at least $500 for it, outrageous for a dog in my opinion but my sister REALLY wants one so whatever, it's her money) didn't want to meet us half way and didn't give us good directions so it took us all day to find her, She had a really arrogant attitude and had pretty much converted her whole trailer into a kennel. Ugh, it smelled really bad but she must really like breeding dogs. So once we got the Yorkie and started the drive home, the dog started throwing up on me over and over again. It's only 4 months old so I figure maybe it was carsick seeing how is probably never been in a car before. I come to learn more recently from my sister that the dog isn't eating now. I bet my sister will be pissed off bad should that dog end up dying. I would be too, sucks when pets die, especially pets of the $500 variety.
The day after the Yorkie adventure, I agreed again to accompany my sister on another pet-related quest against my better judgement. I wasn't too happy wasting all day on the Yorkie adventure when it was only supposed to take four or five hours at most. But this time there was something in it for me that I've been needing: A new rooster. My sister somehow finds these people selling things locally online and found someone selling a rooster so I couldn't help but be aboard for this one. My sister one the other hand wanted to get ducks. Yes, ducks. My mom used to have ducks as pets several years ago but they got eaten by coyotes so my sister wanted to get some more for my home, not hers. So we ended up getting two ducks and me holding a new rooster on my lap. We got hungry and she wanted to go through a McDonald's drive through in town and we caused quite a stir when they saw me in the passenger seat holding a foot-tall rooster. All the workers there started to gather around the window to see the rooster (his name is the Colonel, inspired by the KFC next to the McDonald's). On top of that, my sister ordered a McChicken. So now my hens have the new boytoy they've been wanting and have been all too "eager" for. Seriously, it's disgusting. I guess though that the Colonel isn't exactly what they had in mind, they all run from him. He is considerably bigger than they are. I'd probably be intimidated by a giant cock running toward me too. And there's the obligatory cock joke. Lol, that story was very difficult to type without making everything a cock joke.
Before I got news of my employment, I originally intended to do a small journal entitled "Purple Hot Dogs" due to the story I'm about to tell now. A while back ago, my parent's gave my middle brother $20 to clean out the refrigerator. What does he do? He takes the money, spends it on pot, and leaves the house out to some of his friends to hang out there for a while all without doing the job he was paid to do. Not the first time but my parents never learn. I had previously cleaned all the rest of the kitchen myself and the refrigerator was the only task to be done. Now my parents and brothers are notorious for being ridicuoulsy stupid when it comes to food. My parent's rarely ever buy enough or they end up buying loads of terribad tasting "bottom of the barrel" food that is no one will eat. On top of that, they don't understand the concept of sealing food to preserve it and keep the mice out. The mice (which they don't see as a major problem) had gotten into a lot of the food in the kitchen and as you can probably imagine, contaminated it to a point to where it probably wouldn't be wise to eat it. Bubonic plague, anyone? So I had to toss a lot of food since the glories of plastic and metal containers are not sung in my house. I finished my job and my brother got a smaller but equally important job which he promptly toot the money and ran. So a few days later when my sister came over and my brother was keeping out of sight and away from the refrigerator that awaited his cleaning duties, my sister started to complain of a horrid stench emanating from the kitchen. I went to take a look inside and did my brother's job and what I found disgusted and amazed me at the same time. I found purple hot dogs, blue (NEON BLUE) chili, and salad that had liquified to a brown goop. I don't know even where to begin to describe the smell that came from those contents but it was bad. I hate seeing wasted food in my house but my parents for the life of them can't understand why food goes bad when exposed to oxygen. Tupperware would go a long way here should it's glorious light of food storage ever shine down on this falling apart house. Before anyone asks, no, I didn't attempt to eat any of the funky-colored foods. Would have been great to use for a "Tell me if this smells bad" prank but that might be going a little too far.
Now as for artwork, I haven't got much done at all as you can probably tell. I've been wanting to but as mentioned above, it's been hard as hell to sit down and draw without having something or someone to deal with. I still have Demordicai Diamonds Page 72 laying around waiting to be finished. The only real progress I have to report on Demordicai Diamonds is just story work me and Professor Awesome have collaborated on over the phone and that's pretty much it. Big stuff story-wise, Rune and Dalken get to go on a royal excursion and deal with nobility in their own ways and old, bloody mysteries of Relma are demystified with some help of an old, supposedly vanished acquaintance who makes a reappearance in a state of political asylum.
That's all for me this journal. I'm still alive even though I haven't done much artwork recently. It's really nice to finally be able to type up a journal where good news outweighs bad news. I've been waiting to type a journal like this for a long, long time. Thanks again to everyone who has been supportive of me during my multi-year job hunt!
Art Update and Some DD World Building
Posted 12 years agoBeen working on some art off and on for the past several days. While I got DD72 pretty much penciled, I'm not all that pleased with it but I want to show it to Professor Awesome before I make any final decisions on whether to either give it another go or leave it as is. The weather and roads have been bad and my gas has been low so I haven't been able to make it back like I was wanting. Maybe this weekend I'll have another chance to get back over there.
So besides a Demordicai Diamonds page giving me trouble, I took a break from it and worked on some other non-comic art instead. I got 3 more drawings penciled and ready to ink and color for whenever I get back to Professor Awesome's house. I don't have a good scanner here and I prefer to at least have a back-up digital copy just in case I goof up on the inking or coloring (happened a few times before). Yesterday I was working on a 4th drawing featuring Dalken's homeland but the little details of that was giving me a lot of problems.
Had a death in the family on my mother's side recently due to cancer. It wasn't really anyone that I knew well but it of course caused a big stir for a while. I don't mean to sound cold hearted but when it is hard for me to get worked up over someone dying that I didn't really know. The occasion brought some relatives over but the funeral is now said and done with.
Speaking of relatives, my middle brother has been spending an awful lot of time here and will not stop his ranting, raving, bitching, moaning, complaining, gossiping, and talking nonstop. It's getting really annoying being bugged all the time by him, it's worse than a teenage girl addicted to drama and every "conversation" that occurs is always one way with him. It is awfully irritating how much he loves to hear himself rant on and on and on and it is always when I am in the middle of something, be it art work or house work. I've been plagued with headaches for a while because of this (and other usual family drama of course).
Besides my family frustrations and art endeavors, been working on more Demordicai Diamonds story and world building related stuff. Story-wise, Rune has been busy recovering from her injuries after being involved in an ambush that went horribly wrong while Dalken is attempting to curry more favor and earn a better reputation with his kin. The pace of their lives is pretty much polar opposites for the time being, at least until Rune is healed up and her stitches are removed. For the meantime, she is stuck wearing heavier shirts and other garments to cover the shaved and stitched sword wound around her ribs and under strict orders to take it easy and not overexert herself. It's been rather uncomfortable for her having a bald spot during winter times and while taking residence in high mountainous altitudes. Dalken is essentially filling in for his younger brother, Logan, and taking up his duties and thus finds himself in a small-ish leadership position much to the combined amusement and worriment of those who know him best. Food has been projected to run low until the end of winter, not to the point of dangerous but still enough to raise concerns of a potential shortage as the weeks go on and Dalken has been tasked by the high priestess to see about fixing the problem. Besides the two of them, other characters are busy trying to cope with the continued difficulties of life (dodging spoilers is fun!) and there is a variety of problems to go around, everything from relationship problems to motherhood to winter downs and cabin fever, sickness, hunger, boredom, and worriment over what the future holds.
On the world-building end, me and Professor Awesome have been conversing over the phone for the last few weeks on the issue of putting together another country in the world of Demordicai Diamonds. It's becoming obvious to us that our current story-arc (I believe it is #10 depending on how you cut it) is going to end soon and a new one is going to begin which will probably have direct involvement and exploration of another country bordering the Dalken's homeland of Rahm. So we have been working for a while on getting the country of Romadia up and running and ready for the next story arc as Rune, Dalken and some assorted friends will undoubtedly be making some travels there in the next arc.
Romadia is the parent country of the Relma Isles and it's population is is primarily ikeeri, more specifically felkri (Juna is a felkri the same as most of the residents of Aspen Village that I have done character concept art in the past for). Unlike it's bordering country of Rahm, which is pretty much a drakune-populated theocratic monarchy, Romadia is more of a traditional monarchy that is currently ruled by a feminist queen who was never intended to inherit the throne. Queen Laurabelle was nearly last in line for the throne but again and again, other more prominent heirs and even previous seated royals met with tragedy. Laurabelle was young during all this string of unfortunate events and is not suspected of having any direct involvement of the withering of her family tree but much of the citizenry and nobles alike believe that either foul play was involved or the royal family has become cursed.
Culture and society is much more developed than it is on Relma and the other islands, actors and artists are legitimate professions, crafting guilds are abundant, and trade is prosperous. The drakunes of Rahm have been valuable trading partners with the felkri of Romadia, often trading quarried stone, metals, and other products from their mountains for food, cloth, and anything else that the fields of Romadia will produce. Much of the stone Romadia imports is used for construction and maintenance of various structures, from extensive fortifications to massive aqueducts that funnel water from the Rahmspine mountains down into the provinces or Romadia below. There are many types of food available as farmland is plentiful and well irrigated and many mills are powered by waterwheels either built on to aqueducts or on the natural rivers. Shrines to various fates adorn the countryside, universities thrive in the cities where the sound of fountains can oftentimes be heard . Some cities even have sewage systems to some degree and those that are connected to aqueducts often have fresh water and the population enjoys a life where water-borne illness is uncommon.
While society may be more affluent than on Relma, so is the legal system. Law enforcement is more present and the legal system in Romadia is full of loop holes, technicalities, and oddities to the point that a trusted lawyer is always a good friend of the family. It is in dire need of a clean up but despite its bureaucratic bulge, the laws of Romadia are often considered fairly lax for the average citizen on certain topics.While this is liberating for some, others think of it as too lax for their own good. On top of the law, there are plenty of society do's and don'ts to keep in mind as well. Not everything that is legal is necessarily tolerable by the society itself, minding the details both legal and cultural is very important and can save a traveler a lot of legal trouble and/or embarrassment.
The residents of the Relma Isles and the residents of Romadia both speak the same language though the accents are different and a more expanded vocabulary is much more common in Romadia. They can understand each other well enough but the Relma accent is considered more rustic than socially trendy. Romadians, more particularly the wealthy upper class can get a bit weird and extravagant with their tastes and often don't see eye-to-eye with the more simple and traditionalist drakunes of Rahm but it's more of a cultural disagreement than a cultural hostility.
The queen of Romadia has recently initiated a slew of social reforms that have been either graciously applauded or vehemently objected to. Queen Laurabelle is said to be very much the feminist, to the point of having a definite bias when it comes to gender, turning the Romadian court culture upside down. An all-female honor guard is often present with her while the traditional honor guard has been "retired". Much of her social reforms deal with female social roles and the granting of equal privilege, both legally and culturally (attempting culturally that is) to female citizens. Many other noble houses have seen this as preposterous and relations have soured as a result. Laurabelle finds herself with an odd array of political allies and enemies and it seems that more and more as time goes on do her enemies outweigh her allies as her rule is considered to be growing more radical and showing of her inexperience. Court rumors abound that the queen is in fact homosexual (not illegal in Romadian law but still can cause a public stir) and while that issue is an odd one culturally, the weight of the rumor lies on the fact that she is the last direct heirs to the throne and has not produced an heir herself. Considering the trend of untimely death in the royal family, this is a grave concern and rumor as her death would create a power vacuum and throw the country into chaos.
The fact that Laurabelle has refused to take a husband after many a suitor is also troubling. Many see this as an excellent and most rare political opportunity to imbue their own family with wealth, land, and power as they marry into the royal family. Many also see this as the dying gasps of a monarchy, not tragic death as from plague, famine, war, or other disaster but an idiotic demise akin to choking to death on sweet candy becuase one was too lazy to chew it. Should there be any truth to her sexuality and her supposedly adamant defense of it by refusing any potential husband, Romadia could be heading for an even greater era of change. Of course some say the queen is simply moody and suffers from a broken heart that was repaired with jealousy and bitterness after she fell in love with a foreign male diplomat and had her affections, complete with her wealth and power bundled with them, was denied and the diplomat married soon after to a commoner but a darkri/felkri crossbreed at that (most darkri tend to be very savage and tribalistic and are considered very uncivilized and dirty if not properly "groomed").
So Rune and Dalken will most likely be going into the thick of that and I'm getting a feeling that the story for Demordicai Diamonds is going to take a turn for the political drama come story-arc #11. It will probably be a month or two before the story gets that far but I'm looking forward to it.
And of course the comic gets further and further behind. I wish I was better and more efficient at comic work, it certainly isn't easy. Honestly, I find the story creation far more fun to do than draw pages as they often frustrate the heck out of me but it's pretty cool having story materialized like that. Don't worry, I may be behind schedule but I got new pages coming up and new art coming up soon.
While I'm doing some artwork at my house, Professor Awesome is FINALLY compiling and alphabetizing all the names he has been coming up with and writing down for the past several years in notebooks and scrap pieces of paper. We both REALLY SUCK at coming up with "good" names and applying them to things that need a name. Part of the problem is that we are both very picky and careful in naming things, like not wanting to waste a good name on something that might not be all that important. Hopefully his list will help us be able to give some names to all sorts of things in Demordicai Diamonds, even the world itself which has been without a name for at least 6 years. It would be around 12 years if you count all the stories we made before Demordicai Diamonds that was pretty much set in the same unnamed world though the world itself didn't solidify until about 7 years ago during the story before Demordicai Diamonds (Romadia is actually a country idea dating back to that time but we decided to give it a major facelift).
Got some more snow tonight while I have been typing this and the roads are a mess. Hopefully they will be clear enough for me to drive on by this weekend. Sorry for the delay in new comic pages and art but I am getting a healthy pile to bring over to Professor Awesome's house when I get the chance. Since I may be stuck here a little while longer, is there anything Demordicai Diamonds related that you'd like me to illustrate while I got a good chance? I'd certainly appreciate some feedback on that, whether it be particular locales, art of a particular character(s) (some of them I haven't drawn in years), or anything else Demordicai Diamonds related.
Hope all you journal readers out there are doing alright and staying warm for the winter!
Holidays suck
Posted 12 years agoFinally the holidays are over! Ugh, been stuck at my house for the holidays and dealing with my family. Like every year, it's always a hassle since it grinds everything I'm doing to a screeching halt from late December into mid January. Luckily the weather hasn't been too bad besides a little bit of snow. Like I was figuring, both of my brothers moved back in just long enough to get Christmas handouts before moving back out. You can guess what they wasted their Christmas money on again this year. It's a sad state of affairs but some things never change.
I did get something for Christmas that I got a few years back for my birthday (and it only lasted for a few days) and I'm not being fooled by it again. Can you guess what it is? Admiral Ackbar knows exactly what it is and it is much faster than what I used to have. If you guessed fast internet than you are correct! I have really fast internet for the time being at my house, fast enough for me to even play games online. My mom bought it, like last time, in hopes of being able to keep me (and my computer as well) cooped up here indefinitely since I'm always leaving over to Professor Awesome's house. I already know it isn't going to last since my mother is getting more and more crazy with her spending. I know she can't afford it but she's already thinking about getting Netflix as well. Remember that big loan she cosigned on for my aunt last year? I know she isn't making payments on it anymore and is choosing to ignore it, probably thinking my dad and his infinite magic money is going to pay for it. It's easy to spend money that isn't yours and rack up bills that you don't have to pay immediately and I fear (well, sorta as it isn't MY problem exactly, I have my own life) she's going to hurtle the family straight into bankruptcy with this fiscal inanity. It's a wonder she isn't working in the US government. Relevant political jokes, ho!
So I know the fast internet isn't going to last, just like last time, and I know what its true purpose is and it isn't doing much for tempting me to stay here and do nothing with my life. It's just a matter of time before the first bill comes in. I'm already suspicious that there may be a data limit on the plan like last time and my mom just acted on a whim and didn't read the fine print. Either way, I don't care and I got better stuff to do. It was a pain when my mom went and made the attempt to get better internet as it involved switching phone companies and our original phone company wasn't very happy to see us leaving their business. They purposely didn't switch us over to and left us in no-phone limbo even though we were now getting our phone service with another company. After much pestering, they finally did what they were supposed to do instead of acting like spiteful spoiled children but we had to go a week without phone despite the fact we were paying for it.
I spent some time over at my sister's house while the phone was out. If I ever need a place to live other than the family residence, I'm now welcome to live over with there with her and her fiance. I did this for a little while to see what it would be like and it has some clear pros and some clear cons. It's great being away from the house though having an infant and a two-year-old to deal with is extremely stressful. My nephew Isaac is going through the terrible two's with emphasis on terrible. I had trouble sleeping with all the commotion but that was to be expected I suppose. It's still not an ideal place as that would be 100% my own home but at least it's another place to live should it become necessary. It was a worthwhile test staying over there for a week though I couldn't get anything done there either. At least the atmosphere was more supporting in finding me some employment than what I got back hope with my parents purposely making sure I don't become independent. I still haven't had any luck getting employment but some of the leads my sister found were really good though none of them netted me even an interview. Her fiance has a few possible leads with former places he has worked so some of them should be worth a try and he would make a good reference too at those places. Professor Awesome found a job lead at a local library but nothing came out of that one either. Would have been cool to work there!
In a few days, I'll be leaving again to go back over to Professor Awesome's house to get back to doing some art work. Right when I was starting to get some done last time I get hit with the obligatory family holidays crap but thankfully that is all over and I can get out of here again. I've been itching to do some art REALLY BAD for the past few weeks but whether it is my parents, my brothers, or my sister's children, or job hunting, I haven't been able to do much of anything in that department.
When I do make my return to Professor Awesome's house, I'm contemplating on focusing art-wise on nothing but making new Demordicai Diamonds pages at least until Chapter 2 is finished. My goal would be two pages a week (which I have done before a few times in the past). I know, you're probably thinking it is never going to happen but I'm willing to give it a devoted shot. After Chapter 2 is finished, I'll probably take a small hiatus while me and Professor Awesome go more in-depth with the script for Chapter 3. It's been so long since the story was at Chapter 3 from our point of view (about 5 or 6 years) so we got a lot to go over again, tweak, and finalize.
Like usual, me and Professor Awesome have been working more on the story for Demordicai Diamonds in the past few weeks (and why the lack of a phone sucked really bad because there goes my line of contact). It's been a long while but we've finally had another big fight scene again, this one being a flashy sorcery battle and those have been exceptionally rare so far in Demordicai Diamonds. It ended with an abduction and plenty of camping with no marshmallows. Besides story, we've also been working on the Rhialto race and brainstorming on their culture, societies, and homelands. I need to do some concept art of them, I don't think I've done any whatsoever of them! Maybe that will be a good project to get into between Chapter 2 and Chapter 3.
I hope to be outta here and back to Professor Awesome's house around this coming weekend if at all possible. No holidays, birthdays, or any other special events in the near foreseeable future to distract me so all things look good to go. I've even gotten a little bit of a head start on DD70...and holy shit am I rusty at comic work. Lol, who cares?! I got Chapter 2 to finish!
I did get something for Christmas that I got a few years back for my birthday (and it only lasted for a few days) and I'm not being fooled by it again. Can you guess what it is? Admiral Ackbar knows exactly what it is and it is much faster than what I used to have. If you guessed fast internet than you are correct! I have really fast internet for the time being at my house, fast enough for me to even play games online. My mom bought it, like last time, in hopes of being able to keep me (and my computer as well) cooped up here indefinitely since I'm always leaving over to Professor Awesome's house. I already know it isn't going to last since my mother is getting more and more crazy with her spending. I know she can't afford it but she's already thinking about getting Netflix as well. Remember that big loan she cosigned on for my aunt last year? I know she isn't making payments on it anymore and is choosing to ignore it, probably thinking my dad and his infinite magic money is going to pay for it. It's easy to spend money that isn't yours and rack up bills that you don't have to pay immediately and I fear (well, sorta as it isn't MY problem exactly, I have my own life) she's going to hurtle the family straight into bankruptcy with this fiscal inanity. It's a wonder she isn't working in the US government. Relevant political jokes, ho!
So I know the fast internet isn't going to last, just like last time, and I know what its true purpose is and it isn't doing much for tempting me to stay here and do nothing with my life. It's just a matter of time before the first bill comes in. I'm already suspicious that there may be a data limit on the plan like last time and my mom just acted on a whim and didn't read the fine print. Either way, I don't care and I got better stuff to do. It was a pain when my mom went and made the attempt to get better internet as it involved switching phone companies and our original phone company wasn't very happy to see us leaving their business. They purposely didn't switch us over to and left us in no-phone limbo even though we were now getting our phone service with another company. After much pestering, they finally did what they were supposed to do instead of acting like spiteful spoiled children but we had to go a week without phone despite the fact we were paying for it.
I spent some time over at my sister's house while the phone was out. If I ever need a place to live other than the family residence, I'm now welcome to live over with there with her and her fiance. I did this for a little while to see what it would be like and it has some clear pros and some clear cons. It's great being away from the house though having an infant and a two-year-old to deal with is extremely stressful. My nephew Isaac is going through the terrible two's with emphasis on terrible. I had trouble sleeping with all the commotion but that was to be expected I suppose. It's still not an ideal place as that would be 100% my own home but at least it's another place to live should it become necessary. It was a worthwhile test staying over there for a week though I couldn't get anything done there either. At least the atmosphere was more supporting in finding me some employment than what I got back hope with my parents purposely making sure I don't become independent. I still haven't had any luck getting employment but some of the leads my sister found were really good though none of them netted me even an interview. Her fiance has a few possible leads with former places he has worked so some of them should be worth a try and he would make a good reference too at those places. Professor Awesome found a job lead at a local library but nothing came out of that one either. Would have been cool to work there!
In a few days, I'll be leaving again to go back over to Professor Awesome's house to get back to doing some art work. Right when I was starting to get some done last time I get hit with the obligatory family holidays crap but thankfully that is all over and I can get out of here again. I've been itching to do some art REALLY BAD for the past few weeks but whether it is my parents, my brothers, or my sister's children, or job hunting, I haven't been able to do much of anything in that department.
When I do make my return to Professor Awesome's house, I'm contemplating on focusing art-wise on nothing but making new Demordicai Diamonds pages at least until Chapter 2 is finished. My goal would be two pages a week (which I have done before a few times in the past). I know, you're probably thinking it is never going to happen but I'm willing to give it a devoted shot. After Chapter 2 is finished, I'll probably take a small hiatus while me and Professor Awesome go more in-depth with the script for Chapter 3. It's been so long since the story was at Chapter 3 from our point of view (about 5 or 6 years) so we got a lot to go over again, tweak, and finalize.
Like usual, me and Professor Awesome have been working more on the story for Demordicai Diamonds in the past few weeks (and why the lack of a phone sucked really bad because there goes my line of contact). It's been a long while but we've finally had another big fight scene again, this one being a flashy sorcery battle and those have been exceptionally rare so far in Demordicai Diamonds. It ended with an abduction and plenty of camping with no marshmallows. Besides story, we've also been working on the Rhialto race and brainstorming on their culture, societies, and homelands. I need to do some concept art of them, I don't think I've done any whatsoever of them! Maybe that will be a good project to get into between Chapter 2 and Chapter 3.
I hope to be outta here and back to Professor Awesome's house around this coming weekend if at all possible. No holidays, birthdays, or any other special events in the near foreseeable future to distract me so all things look good to go. I've even gotten a little bit of a head start on DD70...and holy shit am I rusty at comic work. Lol, who cares?! I got Chapter 2 to finish!
Flat tires, a dead cat, and new art
Posted 13 years agoIt's time for a new journal. Bunnies, rainbows, and Robin Williams, ho!
Another month has gone by and the weather is FINALLY getting colder but not enough to snow. It's been really mild this year. I shouldn't be complaining though, last year was really tough on my car and the snow and ice make it much tougher for me to get back and forth. I was trying to get back to Professor Awesome's house a few days ago and one of my front tires blew out 7 miles from my house. I had to go to one of the nearby residents and call home but no one picked up. I ended up walking home only to find everyone there stricken with sudden deafness. Couldn't find my spare tire but it turns out my eldest brother stole that and gave it to his girlfriend so I had to use a donut tire. Put that piece of crap on my car and start back to Professor Awesome's house (whom I probably should have called in the first place but he doesn't own a car though) and the donut EXPLODES further down the road but I didn't wreck luckily. Me and my dad went into town later that day and bought a new tire for my car. I still need another three but it will have to do. It got me out of my house so I'm thankful.
Me and Professor Awesome found and applied for some gas station jobs last week but nothing else prior to that was successful but one of them I'm pretty optimistic on. I'm still unemployed since last journal but
it's helped a bunch making sure that none of my family get in between me and any interview calls. I haven't had any more problems now that I've taken every precaution to make sure they don't have even a chance to hang up on any calls for me.
In other news, both my brothers have moved back in. So much for my dad giving me the authority to kick my eldest brother out. Once again, no backbone at all. So they are both living at my house trashing the place again. One is looking for drug money and things to hock off and the other CONSTANTLY whines, bemoans, and is so damned dramatic about every stupid little thing. My life ain't peaches and cream either but I don't just go up to someone and insist on holding them verbally hostage to rant and repeat said rant over and over and over again about how life sucks so bad for them. Hell, my middle brother who does that doesn't even have a high school diploma or a driver's license and he wonders why he can't get a job but he can't see anything through (like bailing on getting his GED). The economy is in the toilet (and probably going to get much worse in the next 4 years) but at least I have a diploma, a driver's license, and even a car. On top of that, I can pass a drug test and can go for more than 5 minutes without thinking about how I'm going to get some more pot unlike my brothers. So yeah, they are both moved back in and want handouts from my parents. I should be more angry but I feel like laughing at how they are getting close to thirty and in an even worse situation than I am for the dumbest of reasons.
My mother had heart surgery last week. She got a pace maker put in successfully and has been doing well. She may be physically weak but she is still pulling the same crap as before but I wasn't expecting anything different. She hasn't been working much at all due to medical problems for the past few months so I don't know why my brothers think money is in store for them here.
The worst thing that happened this month was that my cat, Zuko, died. It was my mother who finally caved in on taking him into the vet but it was too little, too late. I couldn't round up enough money in time to take him myself and he ended up dying at the vet. He wouldn't eat and combined with all the fleas out here, my parents pretty much let him starve to death. I still feel terrible I couldn't help him but to them he was just an old cat (7 years ain't that old for a cat though the road claims them much sooner most of the time out here in the country). It really blows being financially dependent, it's practically slave shackles. I made Zuko the best coffin I could and buried him after retrieving his body at the vet. I hope he's in a better place than here.
The only silver lininging, and a grim one at that, is that Zuko was the last non-financial tie I had to my family and my house. With him gone, the only binding force left is money. I need to eat and I need gas but I can't support myself yet. Keyword: "yet". My parents can no longer hold me hostage using Zuko and nothing is keeping me from having any attachment to my home except needing food to survive and gas and other expenses for my car (and I really need that up and running, especially for interviews and eventually a job again).
So how about some good news? All this week I'm going to be able to work on art and have already started. I got about six drawings ready to color, two sketches that need to be finished, and DD70 should be done this week. Also, I'm going to be starting up a little project where I do a week or two of art with a big focus on a particular Demordicai Diamonds character. These next few weeks I'm going to be doing some Juna art. in addition to some other stuff I need to finish up and color. Expect a bunch of art this week! Woo!
Me and Professor Awesome have been working more on the "DDDD" (essentially a Demordicai Diamonds based tabletop RPG game, like Dungeons&Dragons) project but still haven't come up with a better name for it yet. Lol, that aside, we have made more progress on crafting it. The core drakune race is pretty much done but just needs a little tweaking to fit in with the weapon proficiency system that we put together today. The drakunes racial tech tree is about 1/3 done and the basic fighter and rogue classes are close to completion as all they need is their tech trees finalized and balanced and their core mechanics are pretty much developed. The other two starting classes, pilgrim and scholar, still need some work. I don't feel like going into all that for this journal but I may make a separate journal for all that sometime later. It's still not quite playable yet but it's getting pretty close to being at a beta stage.
Besides all the usual crap, that's about all I have for this journal. I'm still alive and you'll be seeing more art out of me soon, like probably tomorrow soon.
Also, I really, REALLY suck at playing Disgaea.
Another month has gone by and the weather is FINALLY getting colder but not enough to snow. It's been really mild this year. I shouldn't be complaining though, last year was really tough on my car and the snow and ice make it much tougher for me to get back and forth. I was trying to get back to Professor Awesome's house a few days ago and one of my front tires blew out 7 miles from my house. I had to go to one of the nearby residents and call home but no one picked up. I ended up walking home only to find everyone there stricken with sudden deafness. Couldn't find my spare tire but it turns out my eldest brother stole that and gave it to his girlfriend so I had to use a donut tire. Put that piece of crap on my car and start back to Professor Awesome's house (whom I probably should have called in the first place but he doesn't own a car though) and the donut EXPLODES further down the road but I didn't wreck luckily. Me and my dad went into town later that day and bought a new tire for my car. I still need another three but it will have to do. It got me out of my house so I'm thankful.
Me and Professor Awesome found and applied for some gas station jobs last week but nothing else prior to that was successful but one of them I'm pretty optimistic on. I'm still unemployed since last journal but
it's helped a bunch making sure that none of my family get in between me and any interview calls. I haven't had any more problems now that I've taken every precaution to make sure they don't have even a chance to hang up on any calls for me.
In other news, both my brothers have moved back in. So much for my dad giving me the authority to kick my eldest brother out. Once again, no backbone at all. So they are both living at my house trashing the place again. One is looking for drug money and things to hock off and the other CONSTANTLY whines, bemoans, and is so damned dramatic about every stupid little thing. My life ain't peaches and cream either but I don't just go up to someone and insist on holding them verbally hostage to rant and repeat said rant over and over and over again about how life sucks so bad for them. Hell, my middle brother who does that doesn't even have a high school diploma or a driver's license and he wonders why he can't get a job but he can't see anything through (like bailing on getting his GED). The economy is in the toilet (and probably going to get much worse in the next 4 years) but at least I have a diploma, a driver's license, and even a car. On top of that, I can pass a drug test and can go for more than 5 minutes without thinking about how I'm going to get some more pot unlike my brothers. So yeah, they are both moved back in and want handouts from my parents. I should be more angry but I feel like laughing at how they are getting close to thirty and in an even worse situation than I am for the dumbest of reasons.
My mother had heart surgery last week. She got a pace maker put in successfully and has been doing well. She may be physically weak but she is still pulling the same crap as before but I wasn't expecting anything different. She hasn't been working much at all due to medical problems for the past few months so I don't know why my brothers think money is in store for them here.
The worst thing that happened this month was that my cat, Zuko, died. It was my mother who finally caved in on taking him into the vet but it was too little, too late. I couldn't round up enough money in time to take him myself and he ended up dying at the vet. He wouldn't eat and combined with all the fleas out here, my parents pretty much let him starve to death. I still feel terrible I couldn't help him but to them he was just an old cat (7 years ain't that old for a cat though the road claims them much sooner most of the time out here in the country). It really blows being financially dependent, it's practically slave shackles. I made Zuko the best coffin I could and buried him after retrieving his body at the vet. I hope he's in a better place than here.
The only silver lininging, and a grim one at that, is that Zuko was the last non-financial tie I had to my family and my house. With him gone, the only binding force left is money. I need to eat and I need gas but I can't support myself yet. Keyword: "yet". My parents can no longer hold me hostage using Zuko and nothing is keeping me from having any attachment to my home except needing food to survive and gas and other expenses for my car (and I really need that up and running, especially for interviews and eventually a job again).
So how about some good news? All this week I'm going to be able to work on art and have already started. I got about six drawings ready to color, two sketches that need to be finished, and DD70 should be done this week. Also, I'm going to be starting up a little project where I do a week or two of art with a big focus on a particular Demordicai Diamonds character. These next few weeks I'm going to be doing some Juna art. in addition to some other stuff I need to finish up and color. Expect a bunch of art this week! Woo!
Me and Professor Awesome have been working more on the "DDDD" (essentially a Demordicai Diamonds based tabletop RPG game, like Dungeons&Dragons) project but still haven't come up with a better name for it yet. Lol, that aside, we have made more progress on crafting it. The core drakune race is pretty much done but just needs a little tweaking to fit in with the weapon proficiency system that we put together today. The drakunes racial tech tree is about 1/3 done and the basic fighter and rogue classes are close to completion as all they need is their tech trees finalized and balanced and their core mechanics are pretty much developed. The other two starting classes, pilgrim and scholar, still need some work. I don't feel like going into all that for this journal but I may make a separate journal for all that sometime later. It's still not quite playable yet but it's getting pretty close to being at a beta stage.
Besides all the usual crap, that's about all I have for this journal. I'm still alive and you'll be seeing more art out of me soon, like probably tomorrow soon.
Also, I really, REALLY suck at playing Disgaea.
Employment Sabotage And DnD Stuff
Posted 13 years agoWhat a helluva way to start a week off. This has got me so pissed but it does explain a lot of things that have been happening for the past several years when it comes to me finding employment. Before I went back to Professor Awesome's house this week, I was up early at my house and I overheard my dad on the telephone talking to my sister. She was calling because she too, like my eldest brother, wants my dad to cosign on a loan for her (that's a whole other stupid matter). So my dad is talking away and I'm in the other room and he doesn't know I'm awake yet. I'm still pretty groggy though. He has the phone turned up pretty loud and I can hear my sister and him talking and I hear the sound the phone makes when another call comes in. He answers it.
It was Wal-Mart calling asking for me, wanting me to come down for an interview! Interviews are always a good thing, I haven't had a job two and a half years now so I desperately need this job. [relevant side story approaching] My cat Zuko has a bad tooth and one vet we took him to gave him some antibiotics for a tooth infection but the antibiotics didn't quite work. You see, he's not eating much and keeps scratching at one part of his jaw like he has tooth pain going on. Besides that and being underweight because of that, he's fine. I don't know if he has a bad cavity that has gone down to the tooth nerve but I'd reckon he probably needs a tooth removes. Zuko has been the family cat for years and is the one cat left not to have gotten killed by a car on the road. So my family still won't pay the vet bill (it's fairly cheap compared to what other vets charge but it's still a bit hefty due to tests and whatnot) and just shrugs it off like it doesn't matter. Instead, my mom is looking into other internet/phone/tv companies and wants to blow her money on that, even when she isn't sure how long she'll be able to keep on working. I live in a house where rational budgeting almost doesn't exist. My dad doesn't understand why I want to start hocking some of my few belongings to pay the previous vet bill and potentially another vet bill to take care of Zuko's tooth. It's more practical not to waste money on a cat's health but more practical to him to waste money on junk (and I mean literally JUNK) he buys from the flea market for projects he will never, ever, EVER work on let alone complete. So I REALLY need this Wal-mart job, any job, to pay for Zuko's healthcare and not to mention finally get out of this dilapidated house.
Back to the main story, so my dad is on the phone with my sister when Wal-Mart calling about an interview. He tells them that he's on the other line and gets back on with my sister. My dad still doesn't know I'm awake and hearing all this from the other room. At this point, I'm feeling pretty excited. I may FINALLY have an income of my own again! So my dad gets off the phone with my sister. Instead of going to find me and wake me up to tell me that Wal-Mart called for an interview and that I need to call them back immediately, this is what he does...
He calls Wal-Mart back himself. Doesn't even bother to find me and let me know. Wal-mart picks up and he tells them, and I shit you not, "Nope, there is no one wanting an interview here." He hangs up the phone and goes about his day like it was nothing.
What.The.Fuck?!?!?
The rest of the day, he made no attempt to tell me I had a call for an interview. He didn't know I was awake and heard everything and I confronted him over it. Needless to say, the cat's out of the bag now. My mom has recently been pulling something similar but I see it in a different light now. I applied for a job where she works at, using her as a reference and she said she'd help me get a job there. So when her workplace calls (we got caller ID), she freaks out and won't let anybody answer the phone saying she doesn't want to be called in for overtime. Now that my dad has pulled this crap, it looks like my mom is doing the same thing.
It's official without any doubt whatsoever, I've caught my own parents doing everything they can to make sure I never get a job and stay at the house to cook, clean, wash, and do every other menial task that they don't want to do for the rest of their lives and my lives. I feel like Cinderella who isn't allowed to make her own life and her own money and be independent and when the invitations to job interviews come in, like an invitation to a ball from the castle, they are quickly shredded, thrown into the fire, and I am purposely left in the dark about it. And my siblings get catered despite all the shit they do and them acting like super gorged parasites while I get the shaft. All I want is to not have to ask for food or gas or help for my cat but that's too much to ask for. I'm told I should be happy with taking care of them even though they could do it themselves. So much for any aspirations I had, but then again, they never existed in my parents' eyes.
So I left in a rage. This explains what happened back in April of 2010 when my parents' actions forced me to quit my newly acquired Wal-mart janitor job. For those of you who don't know, here is briefly what happened then. I got hired as a custodian to clean bathrooms. My family was all ecstatic, not for me getting a job but more for all the purchases I could make for them with a Wal-mart employee discount. When I learned that you have to work there for six months before getting it, they quickly lost interest. I needed some money to get me through my first two weeks until my first paycheck. I had enough gas to go into town but my parents couldn't spare a dime for food so I generally worked 12+ hour days, sometimes I had only 6 hours between shifts because some guy just up and quit on them. So I worked without eating but a lack of food is nothing new and you learn to ignore your stomach for a while. I figured I'd just work for two tough weeks and then I'd be buying my own food. Of course it pissed my off when I learned that my mom had lied to me about the money and spent loads of it on beer and cigarettes for her and my eldest brother.
During this time when I was working, my dad's stick shift truck "broke down". It wasn't broke at the time, just the windshield wipers wouldn't work well but he refused to drive it. Instead, he would wake up before me and drive off with my car instead leaving me stranded. Unfortunately, I don't know how to drive a manual transmission vehicle to this day so I couldn't drive his truck and I didn't know anyone who could teach my besides him and he wasn't up for it. So I had to scramble and have to bum rides from my mom to get to work and she sometimes almost couldn't do it because she had her own job to go to. My dad kept this up the whole time but it never rained a drop and the forecast never called for rain.
The straw that broke this camel's back came when after I got done with my shift, and I had another 12+ hour shift starting in six hours, I really needed to go home, get a quick meal, and get what little sleep I could. I wait for an hour and no one shows up like what had been previously established. I wait some more. Nothing. I wait more and I meet one of my eldest brother's friends and he lets me use his cell phone to call home. Turns out, my mom was too didn't feel like picking me up and claimed my sister was supposed to. Of course she didn't show up either, no one did. My mom deliberately stranded me in town with no way home but to walk 11 miles home or wait there. If I walked, my shift would be beginning by the time I got home. If only my dad wasn't running off with my car in the early morning but I was too innocent to suspect that they would deliberately do this. Since both of them had made sure I had no way to and from work, I had two options. Either quick my first job after only two weeks or get fired from my first job after only two weeks when my manager finds out that I just stopped showing up. So I did the more honorable option out of the two and I reluctantly quit. That day sucked.
Putting the past into the present's context, everything is clear to me now. All those times where my mom has slipped and/or joked about my "job" is to take care of her and my dad, all those times when the chickens were used only as a tool to keep me occupied and to keep me from leaving the house (which I got two phone calls today, first from my eldest brother and then from my mom demanding I come home to clean the chicken coop), all those times when my dad would lecture and encourage me to save money by staying here and going to "work" instead of living somewhere else, and all those times when I get berated by them and when they try to guilt trip me on whenever I hop in my car to leave to Professor Awesome's house, especially when I was applying for jobs online like Wal-mart or the local grocer that we both had interviews for a butcher apprenticeship job at. It all makes sense to me now and it still is crazy enough to dumbfound me but I witnessed undeniable proof with plenty of past evidence to support it that my family is truly, without a doubt, sabotaging my attempts at becoming employed and becoming independent.
As if a crappy economy wasn't bad enough.
I will now be using Professor Awesome's phone number for all applications I do now, regardless of whether I am at his residence or not. I can't trust my family to answer the phone when possible employers are calling but I can trust his to. I don't personally like doing it as it is just me becoming dependent on them to a greater extent but they are encouraging and don't mind it and actually care about me finding work, unlike my own family.
I guess you could say I'm in the process of reorganizing myself and trying to figure out just what to do now and get a new groove going on.
So to those of you reading this, what do you think I should do?
I suppose the good news is, weird as it may sound, my anger and frustration has sorta helped break my art block that I mentioned in the previous journal. I haven't tried working on a comic page yet but maybe this time it will come around. Once I get the page done, I will probably be working on an art trade with
hunterbahamut and I got some other things I still plan on coloring.
Now, about the D&D stuff I mentioned in the previous journal. Me and my friend Professor Awesome have been working for a long time off and on in making a Demordicai Diamonds variant of the Dungeons&Dragons tabletop RPG. There have been several times where we gathered some ideas but dropped it, picked up again, dropped it, picked it up again and played some standard 4.0 with my middle brother's friends who just got back into D&D, dropped it when the group fell apart for numerous reasons after only a few grueling sessions (probably the worse D&D game I ever played), and then picked it up again recently despite the fact of not having a group anymore to even try it out with. If this project was a baby, it would be either a very dead or a very retarded baby. Possibly the latter considering the acronym for this project would be DDDD. Try to pronounce that and not sound retarded. Mental disability jokes, ho!
I'm confident enough to start sharing what we have been creating for a while here for anyone who is interested. For this journal, I'm going to share the current ideas for how the Hit Points (HP) system, Armor System, and Weapon Systems will work in...-sigh- DDDD. Please, feel free to imagine me saying that as retarded as possible, maybe even with excess spit affecting the sound.
The HP will system is based on two core stats: Stamina and Endurance. Total HP is the sum of both Stamina and Endurance but it is important to keep in mind that Stamina and Endurance affect HP independently. Think of both Stamina and Endurance as separate HP pools, with your total pool being the two of them combined. Generally, most games have you die at 0HP (or in the case of some rules for D&D, a negative variant of either some ratio of your total HP or a set negative amount of HP) and this is usually the case for DDDD, but it is possible to die with HP remaining.
Because you have Stamina and Endurance affecting total HP, changes in either one affect your HP. If Stamina goes up, your HP goes up. If Endurance goes down, your HP goes down. It is best to consider your HP divided up into StaminaHP and EnduranceHP. They both represent different aspects of physical health.
Stamina represents how much energy you physically have. At full Stamina, you are energetic and ready to go! At 0 Stamina, you are worn out and too tired to do anything too complex. Stamina is depleted by doing certain complex or strenuous actions like climbing a rock wall, pushing a huge stone block, doing complex (and deadly) combat moves, getting hit by an enemy's attack, or traveling for long periods of time without rest. Some actions take more stamina than others, some take a very minimal toll. A tired character can't do certain actions if they don't have the stamina for it and is much easier to defeat in combat due to much of their HP being already depleted. The same goes for tired enemies. Stamina is easily restored by resting and as Stamina is restored, so is StaminaHP.
The Stamina system also logically prevents cases of repeated skill checks for certain things. For example, Hulk Hogan wants to push a stone block and has to roll a strength check. He doesn't know it but the number he has to obtain is only reachable by combining his Strength Modifier with the roll of a d20 (a 20-sided dice) landing on the 20 side. He rolls many times to finally get the 20 side but with the Stamina system, he can't just stand there and infinitely roll without getting tired. Now if he gets too tired, putting himself at greater risk should combat occur, another care can always step in or maybe a good rest for the party is in order. Maybe even a restorative item perhaps.
Getting hit in combat will reduce your Stamina. When you take damage, you lose HP and StaminaHP is on top and is lost first. Combat is serious business and not getting hit is very important when delving into deep and long dungeons. Get hit too much and you will run out of Stamina and will be unable to do more strenuous and deadly attack moves in the battle, leaving you with only the more basic hack and slash moves available. If only your StaminaHP is damaged, you're a little roughed up but nothing a good rest or some light healing can't easily cure.
Endurance is much more vital than Stamina and represents just how physically intact your body is. When your Endurance drops to 0, your body is no longer capable of keeping you alive and you die. Like Stamina, Endurance has it's own HP pool but there are only a few things that reduce Endurance and those are generally very bad things like taking damage.
EnduranceHP is layered underneath StaminaHP and is damaged last. If the player is wearing armor, the armor provides a third pseudo HP pool that represents the armor's durability in between StaminaHP and EnduranceHP. When a player takes damage, say from an enemy striking the player with a sword, here's how it works:
Falcor the Lv2 Hunter has 75HP
25 from his Stamina
25 from the Leather Armor he is wearing
25 from his Endurance
Falcor gets hit by a player who feels like doing some teamkilling and takes a whopping 55 damage. He now has 20HP left and is bloodied. His Leather Armor is damaged to the point of providing no more protection. He now has:
0 StaminaHP and can't use complex abilities (the damage hits this first)
0 ArmorHP from the now severely damaged Leather Armor he was wearing (this is hit second)
20 EnduranceHP left (this is hit last)
A player or enemy is considered "Bloodied" when their EnduranceHP is at any amount other than at a full 100% and sometimes certain things can be triggered when a player or an enemy becomes Bloodied or is currently Bloodied. Any damage you take to EnduranceHP represents you being physically hurt form anywhere to a small cut (like 1 point of damage) to possibly missing a limb or having your insides become your outsides. The more damage a player takes to endurance, the more their life is in peril.
EnduranceHP generally takes more time to heal than StaminaHP and should be protected as much as possible. A short rest may not be long enough to heal EnduranceHP, something more along the lines of heavy healing or a long rest in a safe town would be more effective. Even then, the more EnduranceHP lost, the more time and/or resources may be needed to get them back up to health. One day of a long rest may heal enough to mend any small cuts well enough but it may take a long rest of several days and some stitches, medicine, or other healing to mend a large gash. Broken bones are especially bad and a decapitated head generally doesn't make a verbal request for healing. Armor is your friend and you should treat it like one.
I hope that make sense. I'm not always good at explaining things. For other examples, it is similar to how Borderlands or recent Halo games work with their shield and health mechanics. Kudos to you if you can correctly guess just what game truly inspired this. It's one of Professor Awesome's favorites though I have never beat it and haven't played it since I was in elementary school (another thing on my to-do list).
When it comes to armor, we felt D&D core rules were just to be basic and disregarded armor, and weapons too but to a lesser degree, as relatively unimportant and not really worth mentioning much unless it is magical. In fact, the stat sheets generally give you a slot for a suit of armor but not for separate pieces. The separate pieces of equipment, like for hands, chest, head, legs, are generally to be only used if the armor piece in general is magical. Then it is important. DDDD will have a much greater focus on items and equipment, especially when it comes to looting and crafting.
There are 3 different classifications of Armor (4 if you count "unarmored", as in naked). These are simply Light, Medium, and Heavy and offer increasingly more protection in that order.
Light Armor is the lightest armor and is by far the weakest. It has only one beneficial stat at that is its ArmorHP. ArmorHP is the durability of the armor and this pool of HP protects your EnduranceHP, resting in between StaminaHP and EnduranceHP. when ArmorHP is depleted, the Armor itself is damaged to the point of providing no protection. Light Armor is generally weak equipment like a T-shirt, or Khaki Pants, or Bikini. While they do provide a very minimal amount of protection, especially bikinis, they are pretty much the worse thing you can wear into battle. The upside to them is that they are very light and a character equipped with light armor will often suffer no penalties at all associated with the Armor's weight or ease of maneuverability.
Next up is Medium Armor. Medium Armor is the happy balance between Light and Heavy. It offers increased ArmorHP compared to Light Armor. It also offers a second benefit, an increase to "Armor Class" (commonly called AC in D&D). Armor Class, or AC for short, plays a large role in determining whether an attack hits you or not [NOTE: We may change the name of this stat later if we can think of anything better due to concerns with how the name itself does not fit accurately enough for our liking with what it is supposed to represent since there is a difference in realism when it comes to dodging an attack and an attack deflecting off of armor. To us, "Armor" shouldn't be associated with dodging/evading even though it is mechanically the same as a blow deflecting off a player's armor]. Medium Armor is not only more durable but it grants an increased probability for attacks to deflect of the armor and be ineffective entirely, protecting all pools of HP. Medium Armor would encompass types of Armor like Hide Gauntlets, a Leather Chestpiece, or a Chainmail Bikini that still is more fashion than function. So the upside to Medium Armor is a greater ArmorHP and an AC increase that makes the wearer more difficult to damage entirely. The downside to Medium Armor is that there may be minor penalties associated with it's weight and ease of maneuverability when wearing it, like a small hit to Dexterity for example.
The last tier of Armor is Heavy Armor. Heavy Armor is the best of the best and it weighs the most and can sometimes be very cumbersome and expensive to buy or craft!). The benefits it provides are the greatest of all Armor types. Heavy Armor has the greatest ArmorHP and is very durable and makes you very durable as well. It also grants a greater boost to Armor Class than Medium Armor, making enemy attacks more likely to ping of clink off a player's tough armor while the player laughs at their feeble attempts to inflict damage. Thirdly, Heavy Armor provides another boost that no other type of Armor does, it offers some damage resistance. This amount may be small but it's effect adds up greatly overtime. Say for example, a full suit of Platemail provides the player with General Damage Resistance +2. Any general damage that player would take, like being hit with a sword, is reduced by 2. Combine that with greater ArmorHP AND a greater chance for general attacks to do nothing at all and you get Armor that lives up to the tit;e of "Heavy". Heavy Armor does it's job well and enemies wearing it should be fought with care. But even Heavy Armor has it's weaknesses! (that's coming in a little bit). The upsides of Heavy Armor are the massive ArmorHP, high AC boost, and constant damage resistance. The downsides are the largest penalties in wearing it due to it's heavy weight and possible major problems maneuver while wearing it. Don't expect a physically frail character to perform well when wearing Heavy Armor but that doesn't stop them from being able to try, well, unless they can't even pick it up.
Anyone, regardless of Race or Class, can wear any type of Armor. Want to play a Sorcerer who charges his Platemail with lightning that electrocutes enemies with a deadly bear hug? You can do that! Want to be a thief who jingles about in Chainmail because Chainmail Bikinis are in fashion this season (and possibly magical)? You can do that to! Want to run around naked and die at Lv1 because you thought armor was for n00bs? You can do that to! And maybe even come back from the dead and feast upon your more intelligent allies' brains! The only restrictions in armor are that it has to fit you and that you have to be strong enough to wield it UNLESS you can fit into int and want to lay on the ground immobile. For example, someone playing a Drakune character will have make sure their Armor is designed in consideration of their generally thick tails. Characters of certain races, due to anatomy, may be able to wear special pieces of equipment like a tail ring for example. It's pretty hard to wear a tail ring when you don't have a tail or wear ear rings when you don't have your ears pierced (unless they are clip-ons).
On to the glorious world of Weapons! This is the last thing I will cover in this probably very long journal. The core D&D game, at least for editions 3.5 and 4.0 as far as I know, do allow for weilding all sorts of weapons but there is often very little difference between them, completely disregarding the weapon's way of killing. The only difference is usually something along the lines of a difference in damage and maybe an extra little ability like having an improved critical hit chance. There really isn't a whole lot of incentive to use other weapons beyond role playing and a few benefits that combo with it when it comes to playing a particular Class or Race. Some weapons are blatantly more powerful than others (though often not by too much) and with so little incentive to use anything else, there isn't a lot of room for customizing dramatically different play styles. And like armor, often the only weapons that are of importance are the ever present magical weapons. In DDDD (I still think it sounds retarded), we are changing that up!
Weapons, like Armor, come in a variety of types that perform different functions. Unlike Armor, there are 5 types of weapons. Those types are Slicing Weapons, Stabbing Weapons, Smashing Weapons, Sorcery Weapons, and Special Weapons. Look at that, they are all thematically named with the letter "S" too!
Weapons are generally made with only one purpose: killing. But not all weapons accomplish that purpose in the same way. Each weapon type, with the exception of Special, has certain bonuses that reflect it's method of killing.
Slicing Weapons are the most iconic and involve, well, slicing and slashing and enemy to death. Slicing Weapons almost always have a blade whose edge is used to cause gashes and cuts in an enemy, sometimes even severing body parts! Swords, knives, and other bladed objects that kill by using their sharp edges fall into this category. They get a big damage bonus against Unarmored and Light Armored targets as they rip through flesh and cloth. If of good quality, they are can be well balanced, easy to use, but like with all weapons, difficult to master. They have few if any penalties of any sort but don't fare as well against more armored targets compared to other Weapon Types. Want to quickly slaughter the poor, helpless farmers? Use a Slicing Weapon! Want to kill the pit fighter clad in Platemail and become arena champion? You should seriously consider pick a different weapon rather than use a Slicing Weapon unless you have a fetish for ticking heavily armored foes.
Pros: Great against Unarmored or Light Armored foes, Easy to use!
Cons: Generally worst Weapon Type against Medium and especially Heavy Armor.
Stabbing Weapons are all about stabbing, piercing, and penetrating. They are designed to do nasty damage to armor and hurt whoever is inside. They are not meant for slicing or severing body parts at all unlike Slicing Weapons. Of all the Weapon Types, Stabbing Weapons could be considered the most deadly. They consist of pointy stiletto daggers, spears, throwing knives, arrows, and other pointy objects. When a Stabbing Weapon hits an enemy, it bypasses StaminaHP completely (think Mordecai's Trespass skill in Borderlands 1 where StaminaHP = Shields) and does damage to ArmorHP first and then EnduranceHP. If the enemy is has no functional Armor remaining, it bypasses StaminaHP and goes straight to EnduranceHP. Sometimes Stabbing Weapons may bypass not only StaminaHP but ArmorHP as well, getting right to the meaty flesh inside depending on luck of the dice and the type and quality of the weapon itself. The downside is that unlike Slicing Weapons which are swung in a thick arc to hit the target, Stabbing Weapons must hit with their small point to deal their damage and their is a much higher margin of error to miss with a Stabbing Weapon, more so when the enemy is particularly nimble. In addition, some Stabbing Weapons are long and become clumsy in close quarters combat but some Stabbing Weapons, like stiletto daggers, are most accurate in very close quarters.
Pros: May bypass StaminaHP and even ArmorHP and thus very effective against armored foes!
Cons: They are generally less accurate than other Weapon Types, some are clumsy at varying ranges.
Smashing Weapons are for those characters who love to smash and crush their enemies! To quote a great hero of Jersey City: "We tried no smashing, and that didn't work. From now on, I'm sticking to my strengths. And smashing is my strengths. I just need to find the right way to smash him." Smashing Weapons encompass both blunt and hafted weapons that rely on brute force to get the job done and do major damage. Hammers, axes, maces, even the most basic wooden staff or even a stick for that matter goes in this category though the last two examples may vary considerably from their more burly smashing brethren. Smashing Weapons are not only high damage weapons, especially the two-handed ones, but they are also very effective against Medium and especially Heavy Armor but in a way different than Stabbing Weapons. Unlike Stabbing Weapons that goes deals damage going through Armor, Smashing Weapons focus on busting op the armor as much as possible and whatever is inside it. In addition to doing already high damage, they do additional damage to ArmorHP, the heavier the armor the better! Any benefits to AC given by the enemy's Armor may also be negated to an extent, making Smashing Weapons far less likely to be deflected off even the strongest of Armor. Out of all the Weapon Types, Smashing Weapons are usually the heaviest and most unbalanced (there are exceptions) and users may suffer some steep penalties if they aren't strong enough to wield it proficient enough to wield it effectively.
Pros: High Damage, Devastates enemy Armor, especially Heavy Armor.
Cons: Cumbersome to use for the weak and inexperienced.
The 4th Weapon Type is a special type, it's Sorcery Weapons. These weapons are very unique and very deadly when used by uniquely gifted individuals. Sorcery Weapons is often more of a subtype rather than a completely different classification as any Slicing, Stabbing, Smashing, or some Special Weapons can also be a Sorcery Weapons. A Sorcerer's Sword works just like a regular Slicing Weapon, same as a Sorcerer's Warhammer follows the traits of Smashing Weapons. What separates these is sorcery of course! But not in the usual D&D way of being "enchanted". You won't see a +2 Flaming Iron Long Sword of Swiftness or anything like that when it comes to Sorcery Weapons. They are technologically advanced weaponry utilization gems that are commonly called "Blood Diamonds" that function like a crystalline cancer that infects and saps the Life Force out of living beings until they die. Most of the time this relationship is parasitic but in some cases it is symbiotic but that's going into the Sorcery-oriented Classes. Since Blood Diamonds feed off of Life Force, or Life Energy, of a living being, they often need be used by a living being to be utilized to their full potential. In some cases, that alone is not enough and the wielder must know how to channel their Life Energy into the Blood Diamonds in the Weapon for a particular effect to occur. Not all Blood Diamonds are created equal and Sorcery Weapons even more so.
For example, say you want to have a Sorcery Sword, one of the kind that slices and slashes just like a regular sword but unlike a regular sword, the blade can heat up upon command, maybe even burst into flames in the process, so it can cut threw Armor and flesh like a giant hot knife through buttery flesh and Armor. There are a few ways this Sorcery Sword may work, limiting the potential users.
Method 1 (Very Limited):
The sword has Fire-aligned Blood Diamonds that require Life Energy to be channeled into them. The user must know how to do this. Second, the user's Life Energy must be Fire-aligned as well to a certain, probably significant degree, thus requiring the user to be infected with Fire-Aligned Blood Diamonds. Essentially a Sorcerer's and only a Sorcerer's weapon. No need to worry about it being very dangerous should it fall into the hands of most people. It would be wielded only as a common sword to most or scraped for the Blood Diamonds inside.
Method 2 (Somewhat Limited):
This method is almost exactly like Method 1. The user must know how to channel their Life Energy to activate the Blood Diamonds but the Blood Diamonds are either particularly voracious and not picky at all in what they consume and/or a combination of Blood Diamonds with the former's traits along with a very particular Blood Diamonds that does the blade heating. In this case, the user only needs to know how to channel their Life Energy to activate it. You could have an Elementalist of any type wield it, a Monk wield it, or someone who just knows how to channel their Life Energies wield it to it's full potential. Potentially a little more dangerous should it get lost and wind up in someone else's hands.
Method 3 (Not Very Limited, May Still Have Problems):
This method requires no magical expertise or Life Energy channeling skill whatsoever. It's so easy a caveman (or worse) can do it. The sword may ignite and heat up with a simple action depending on the machinery inside the sword. It could be a switch system that activates when you hold it upside down and heats up over five minutes, or you turn the pommel to activate it, or maybe it has a trigger or a button on the handle somewhere. It's made so anyone can use it and can be very dangerous in anyone's hands. There is a catch though. Because Blood Diamonds operate like batteries, they eventually run out of charge and become inoperable. Most can be recharged but this method of crafting is made so anyone can use it, so long as the Blood Diamonds inside are charged. You will need to find a way to recharge it one way or another depending the specifics of the sword and it's components. You may need to get your Sorcerer buddy to charge it for you, or maybe you need have to go through a lot of hassle to dismantle part of the sword even to get the Blood Diamonds out. Maybe slaying someone and letting their blood flow down the channel and into little canals in the hilt onto the Blood Diamonds inside (blood has oodles of the original owner's Life Energy inside). So just because anyone can use it in the short term doesn't mean it won't be a hassle in the long term when it comes to Sorcery Weapons made under this method.
Sorcery Weapons can have a variety of additional effects, flaming and/or a heat blade is just one. They are elementally aligned due to Blood Diamonds being aligned to one of the four elements: Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water (sorry Captain Planet, Heart isn't an element). It is also possible to have Sorcery Armor and other objects but that gets even more technologically advanced and the amount of energy needed increases and sometimes they may not be as useful in the same way as Sorcery Weapons. Most people probably wouldn't want to wear anything that burns them alive or freezes them solid.
Sorcery Weapons are a lot more complex than their regular counter parts but can be EXTREMELY deadly. In DDDD, Sorcerers and melee weapons can get along very, VERY well. The downside to these weapons, besides certain compatibility problems is that you have to drain your own life, or in this case StaminaHP to use them to their full potential. A Sorcerer may have to be careful on when to utilize his Sorcery Weapon, he won't want to tire himself out and drain too much of his StaminaHP. Power comes with a price but being wise can go a long way. So to sum it up:
Pros: Works like regular weapons with added powerful magical effects!
Cons: Possible usage restrictions, StaminaHP is often sacrificed for magical effects.
And the last Weapon Type is Special Weapons. These are weapons that don't easily fall into the other categories. Weapons that don't Slice, Stab, Smash, or use Sorcery exclusively and have almost no other practical weapon uses (like a wand or a ring that shoots fireballs) go into the Special Weapons category. These Weapons may have unique rules applied to them or they may be very mundane. Whips, many improvised weapons like throwing random items, thrown potions, and other odd weapons fall into this category. It's pretty much a catch-all category for all the weapon misfits.
Pros: Exotic or Odd Weapons???
Cons: Weapons may be very basic???
I think I'll stop there for now with the DDDD stuff. Didn't think it would take 5 HOURS to type but whatever. Probably should have just covered one aspect but 3 is good I suppose. MY HANDS FEEL LIKE THEY ARE GOING TO FALL OFF NOW. This journal is an extremely long read. I'll probably go into some more DDDD gameplay stuff in a later journal. If you're interested and read through all that and would like me to cover a certain topic for next journal in regards to DDDD, let me know! On a side note, I wonder if this is my longest journal ever?
It was Wal-Mart calling asking for me, wanting me to come down for an interview! Interviews are always a good thing, I haven't had a job two and a half years now so I desperately need this job. [relevant side story approaching] My cat Zuko has a bad tooth and one vet we took him to gave him some antibiotics for a tooth infection but the antibiotics didn't quite work. You see, he's not eating much and keeps scratching at one part of his jaw like he has tooth pain going on. Besides that and being underweight because of that, he's fine. I don't know if he has a bad cavity that has gone down to the tooth nerve but I'd reckon he probably needs a tooth removes. Zuko has been the family cat for years and is the one cat left not to have gotten killed by a car on the road. So my family still won't pay the vet bill (it's fairly cheap compared to what other vets charge but it's still a bit hefty due to tests and whatnot) and just shrugs it off like it doesn't matter. Instead, my mom is looking into other internet/phone/tv companies and wants to blow her money on that, even when she isn't sure how long she'll be able to keep on working. I live in a house where rational budgeting almost doesn't exist. My dad doesn't understand why I want to start hocking some of my few belongings to pay the previous vet bill and potentially another vet bill to take care of Zuko's tooth. It's more practical not to waste money on a cat's health but more practical to him to waste money on junk (and I mean literally JUNK) he buys from the flea market for projects he will never, ever, EVER work on let alone complete. So I REALLY need this Wal-mart job, any job, to pay for Zuko's healthcare and not to mention finally get out of this dilapidated house.
Back to the main story, so my dad is on the phone with my sister when Wal-Mart calling about an interview. He tells them that he's on the other line and gets back on with my sister. My dad still doesn't know I'm awake and hearing all this from the other room. At this point, I'm feeling pretty excited. I may FINALLY have an income of my own again! So my dad gets off the phone with my sister. Instead of going to find me and wake me up to tell me that Wal-Mart called for an interview and that I need to call them back immediately, this is what he does...
He calls Wal-Mart back himself. Doesn't even bother to find me and let me know. Wal-mart picks up and he tells them, and I shit you not, "Nope, there is no one wanting an interview here." He hangs up the phone and goes about his day like it was nothing.
What.The.Fuck?!?!?
The rest of the day, he made no attempt to tell me I had a call for an interview. He didn't know I was awake and heard everything and I confronted him over it. Needless to say, the cat's out of the bag now. My mom has recently been pulling something similar but I see it in a different light now. I applied for a job where she works at, using her as a reference and she said she'd help me get a job there. So when her workplace calls (we got caller ID), she freaks out and won't let anybody answer the phone saying she doesn't want to be called in for overtime. Now that my dad has pulled this crap, it looks like my mom is doing the same thing.
It's official without any doubt whatsoever, I've caught my own parents doing everything they can to make sure I never get a job and stay at the house to cook, clean, wash, and do every other menial task that they don't want to do for the rest of their lives and my lives. I feel like Cinderella who isn't allowed to make her own life and her own money and be independent and when the invitations to job interviews come in, like an invitation to a ball from the castle, they are quickly shredded, thrown into the fire, and I am purposely left in the dark about it. And my siblings get catered despite all the shit they do and them acting like super gorged parasites while I get the shaft. All I want is to not have to ask for food or gas or help for my cat but that's too much to ask for. I'm told I should be happy with taking care of them even though they could do it themselves. So much for any aspirations I had, but then again, they never existed in my parents' eyes.
So I left in a rage. This explains what happened back in April of 2010 when my parents' actions forced me to quit my newly acquired Wal-mart janitor job. For those of you who don't know, here is briefly what happened then. I got hired as a custodian to clean bathrooms. My family was all ecstatic, not for me getting a job but more for all the purchases I could make for them with a Wal-mart employee discount. When I learned that you have to work there for six months before getting it, they quickly lost interest. I needed some money to get me through my first two weeks until my first paycheck. I had enough gas to go into town but my parents couldn't spare a dime for food so I generally worked 12+ hour days, sometimes I had only 6 hours between shifts because some guy just up and quit on them. So I worked without eating but a lack of food is nothing new and you learn to ignore your stomach for a while. I figured I'd just work for two tough weeks and then I'd be buying my own food. Of course it pissed my off when I learned that my mom had lied to me about the money and spent loads of it on beer and cigarettes for her and my eldest brother.
During this time when I was working, my dad's stick shift truck "broke down". It wasn't broke at the time, just the windshield wipers wouldn't work well but he refused to drive it. Instead, he would wake up before me and drive off with my car instead leaving me stranded. Unfortunately, I don't know how to drive a manual transmission vehicle to this day so I couldn't drive his truck and I didn't know anyone who could teach my besides him and he wasn't up for it. So I had to scramble and have to bum rides from my mom to get to work and she sometimes almost couldn't do it because she had her own job to go to. My dad kept this up the whole time but it never rained a drop and the forecast never called for rain.
The straw that broke this camel's back came when after I got done with my shift, and I had another 12+ hour shift starting in six hours, I really needed to go home, get a quick meal, and get what little sleep I could. I wait for an hour and no one shows up like what had been previously established. I wait some more. Nothing. I wait more and I meet one of my eldest brother's friends and he lets me use his cell phone to call home. Turns out, my mom was too didn't feel like picking me up and claimed my sister was supposed to. Of course she didn't show up either, no one did. My mom deliberately stranded me in town with no way home but to walk 11 miles home or wait there. If I walked, my shift would be beginning by the time I got home. If only my dad wasn't running off with my car in the early morning but I was too innocent to suspect that they would deliberately do this. Since both of them had made sure I had no way to and from work, I had two options. Either quick my first job after only two weeks or get fired from my first job after only two weeks when my manager finds out that I just stopped showing up. So I did the more honorable option out of the two and I reluctantly quit. That day sucked.
Putting the past into the present's context, everything is clear to me now. All those times where my mom has slipped and/or joked about my "job" is to take care of her and my dad, all those times when the chickens were used only as a tool to keep me occupied and to keep me from leaving the house (which I got two phone calls today, first from my eldest brother and then from my mom demanding I come home to clean the chicken coop), all those times when my dad would lecture and encourage me to save money by staying here and going to "work" instead of living somewhere else, and all those times when I get berated by them and when they try to guilt trip me on whenever I hop in my car to leave to Professor Awesome's house, especially when I was applying for jobs online like Wal-mart or the local grocer that we both had interviews for a butcher apprenticeship job at. It all makes sense to me now and it still is crazy enough to dumbfound me but I witnessed undeniable proof with plenty of past evidence to support it that my family is truly, without a doubt, sabotaging my attempts at becoming employed and becoming independent.
As if a crappy economy wasn't bad enough.
I will now be using Professor Awesome's phone number for all applications I do now, regardless of whether I am at his residence or not. I can't trust my family to answer the phone when possible employers are calling but I can trust his to. I don't personally like doing it as it is just me becoming dependent on them to a greater extent but they are encouraging and don't mind it and actually care about me finding work, unlike my own family.
I guess you could say I'm in the process of reorganizing myself and trying to figure out just what to do now and get a new groove going on.
So to those of you reading this, what do you think I should do?
I suppose the good news is, weird as it may sound, my anger and frustration has sorta helped break my art block that I mentioned in the previous journal. I haven't tried working on a comic page yet but maybe this time it will come around. Once I get the page done, I will probably be working on an art trade with

Now, about the D&D stuff I mentioned in the previous journal. Me and my friend Professor Awesome have been working for a long time off and on in making a Demordicai Diamonds variant of the Dungeons&Dragons tabletop RPG. There have been several times where we gathered some ideas but dropped it, picked up again, dropped it, picked it up again and played some standard 4.0 with my middle brother's friends who just got back into D&D, dropped it when the group fell apart for numerous reasons after only a few grueling sessions (probably the worse D&D game I ever played), and then picked it up again recently despite the fact of not having a group anymore to even try it out with. If this project was a baby, it would be either a very dead or a very retarded baby. Possibly the latter considering the acronym for this project would be DDDD. Try to pronounce that and not sound retarded. Mental disability jokes, ho!
I'm confident enough to start sharing what we have been creating for a while here for anyone who is interested. For this journal, I'm going to share the current ideas for how the Hit Points (HP) system, Armor System, and Weapon Systems will work in...-sigh- DDDD. Please, feel free to imagine me saying that as retarded as possible, maybe even with excess spit affecting the sound.
The HP will system is based on two core stats: Stamina and Endurance. Total HP is the sum of both Stamina and Endurance but it is important to keep in mind that Stamina and Endurance affect HP independently. Think of both Stamina and Endurance as separate HP pools, with your total pool being the two of them combined. Generally, most games have you die at 0HP (or in the case of some rules for D&D, a negative variant of either some ratio of your total HP or a set negative amount of HP) and this is usually the case for DDDD, but it is possible to die with HP remaining.
Because you have Stamina and Endurance affecting total HP, changes in either one affect your HP. If Stamina goes up, your HP goes up. If Endurance goes down, your HP goes down. It is best to consider your HP divided up into StaminaHP and EnduranceHP. They both represent different aspects of physical health.
Stamina represents how much energy you physically have. At full Stamina, you are energetic and ready to go! At 0 Stamina, you are worn out and too tired to do anything too complex. Stamina is depleted by doing certain complex or strenuous actions like climbing a rock wall, pushing a huge stone block, doing complex (and deadly) combat moves, getting hit by an enemy's attack, or traveling for long periods of time without rest. Some actions take more stamina than others, some take a very minimal toll. A tired character can't do certain actions if they don't have the stamina for it and is much easier to defeat in combat due to much of their HP being already depleted. The same goes for tired enemies. Stamina is easily restored by resting and as Stamina is restored, so is StaminaHP.
The Stamina system also logically prevents cases of repeated skill checks for certain things. For example, Hulk Hogan wants to push a stone block and has to roll a strength check. He doesn't know it but the number he has to obtain is only reachable by combining his Strength Modifier with the roll of a d20 (a 20-sided dice) landing on the 20 side. He rolls many times to finally get the 20 side but with the Stamina system, he can't just stand there and infinitely roll without getting tired. Now if he gets too tired, putting himself at greater risk should combat occur, another care can always step in or maybe a good rest for the party is in order. Maybe even a restorative item perhaps.
Getting hit in combat will reduce your Stamina. When you take damage, you lose HP and StaminaHP is on top and is lost first. Combat is serious business and not getting hit is very important when delving into deep and long dungeons. Get hit too much and you will run out of Stamina and will be unable to do more strenuous and deadly attack moves in the battle, leaving you with only the more basic hack and slash moves available. If only your StaminaHP is damaged, you're a little roughed up but nothing a good rest or some light healing can't easily cure.
Endurance is much more vital than Stamina and represents just how physically intact your body is. When your Endurance drops to 0, your body is no longer capable of keeping you alive and you die. Like Stamina, Endurance has it's own HP pool but there are only a few things that reduce Endurance and those are generally very bad things like taking damage.
EnduranceHP is layered underneath StaminaHP and is damaged last. If the player is wearing armor, the armor provides a third pseudo HP pool that represents the armor's durability in between StaminaHP and EnduranceHP. When a player takes damage, say from an enemy striking the player with a sword, here's how it works:
Falcor the Lv2 Hunter has 75HP
25 from his Stamina
25 from the Leather Armor he is wearing
25 from his Endurance
Falcor gets hit by a player who feels like doing some teamkilling and takes a whopping 55 damage. He now has 20HP left and is bloodied. His Leather Armor is damaged to the point of providing no more protection. He now has:
0 StaminaHP and can't use complex abilities (the damage hits this first)
0 ArmorHP from the now severely damaged Leather Armor he was wearing (this is hit second)
20 EnduranceHP left (this is hit last)
A player or enemy is considered "Bloodied" when their EnduranceHP is at any amount other than at a full 100% and sometimes certain things can be triggered when a player or an enemy becomes Bloodied or is currently Bloodied. Any damage you take to EnduranceHP represents you being physically hurt form anywhere to a small cut (like 1 point of damage) to possibly missing a limb or having your insides become your outsides. The more damage a player takes to endurance, the more their life is in peril.
EnduranceHP generally takes more time to heal than StaminaHP and should be protected as much as possible. A short rest may not be long enough to heal EnduranceHP, something more along the lines of heavy healing or a long rest in a safe town would be more effective. Even then, the more EnduranceHP lost, the more time and/or resources may be needed to get them back up to health. One day of a long rest may heal enough to mend any small cuts well enough but it may take a long rest of several days and some stitches, medicine, or other healing to mend a large gash. Broken bones are especially bad and a decapitated head generally doesn't make a verbal request for healing. Armor is your friend and you should treat it like one.
I hope that make sense. I'm not always good at explaining things. For other examples, it is similar to how Borderlands or recent Halo games work with their shield and health mechanics. Kudos to you if you can correctly guess just what game truly inspired this. It's one of Professor Awesome's favorites though I have never beat it and haven't played it since I was in elementary school (another thing on my to-do list).
When it comes to armor, we felt D&D core rules were just to be basic and disregarded armor, and weapons too but to a lesser degree, as relatively unimportant and not really worth mentioning much unless it is magical. In fact, the stat sheets generally give you a slot for a suit of armor but not for separate pieces. The separate pieces of equipment, like for hands, chest, head, legs, are generally to be only used if the armor piece in general is magical. Then it is important. DDDD will have a much greater focus on items and equipment, especially when it comes to looting and crafting.
There are 3 different classifications of Armor (4 if you count "unarmored", as in naked). These are simply Light, Medium, and Heavy and offer increasingly more protection in that order.
Light Armor is the lightest armor and is by far the weakest. It has only one beneficial stat at that is its ArmorHP. ArmorHP is the durability of the armor and this pool of HP protects your EnduranceHP, resting in between StaminaHP and EnduranceHP. when ArmorHP is depleted, the Armor itself is damaged to the point of providing no protection. Light Armor is generally weak equipment like a T-shirt, or Khaki Pants, or Bikini. While they do provide a very minimal amount of protection, especially bikinis, they are pretty much the worse thing you can wear into battle. The upside to them is that they are very light and a character equipped with light armor will often suffer no penalties at all associated with the Armor's weight or ease of maneuverability.
Next up is Medium Armor. Medium Armor is the happy balance between Light and Heavy. It offers increased ArmorHP compared to Light Armor. It also offers a second benefit, an increase to "Armor Class" (commonly called AC in D&D). Armor Class, or AC for short, plays a large role in determining whether an attack hits you or not [NOTE: We may change the name of this stat later if we can think of anything better due to concerns with how the name itself does not fit accurately enough for our liking with what it is supposed to represent since there is a difference in realism when it comes to dodging an attack and an attack deflecting off of armor. To us, "Armor" shouldn't be associated with dodging/evading even though it is mechanically the same as a blow deflecting off a player's armor]. Medium Armor is not only more durable but it grants an increased probability for attacks to deflect of the armor and be ineffective entirely, protecting all pools of HP. Medium Armor would encompass types of Armor like Hide Gauntlets, a Leather Chestpiece, or a Chainmail Bikini that still is more fashion than function. So the upside to Medium Armor is a greater ArmorHP and an AC increase that makes the wearer more difficult to damage entirely. The downside to Medium Armor is that there may be minor penalties associated with it's weight and ease of maneuverability when wearing it, like a small hit to Dexterity for example.
The last tier of Armor is Heavy Armor. Heavy Armor is the best of the best and it weighs the most and can sometimes be very cumbersome and expensive to buy or craft!). The benefits it provides are the greatest of all Armor types. Heavy Armor has the greatest ArmorHP and is very durable and makes you very durable as well. It also grants a greater boost to Armor Class than Medium Armor, making enemy attacks more likely to ping of clink off a player's tough armor while the player laughs at their feeble attempts to inflict damage. Thirdly, Heavy Armor provides another boost that no other type of Armor does, it offers some damage resistance. This amount may be small but it's effect adds up greatly overtime. Say for example, a full suit of Platemail provides the player with General Damage Resistance +2. Any general damage that player would take, like being hit with a sword, is reduced by 2. Combine that with greater ArmorHP AND a greater chance for general attacks to do nothing at all and you get Armor that lives up to the tit;e of "Heavy". Heavy Armor does it's job well and enemies wearing it should be fought with care. But even Heavy Armor has it's weaknesses! (that's coming in a little bit). The upsides of Heavy Armor are the massive ArmorHP, high AC boost, and constant damage resistance. The downsides are the largest penalties in wearing it due to it's heavy weight and possible major problems maneuver while wearing it. Don't expect a physically frail character to perform well when wearing Heavy Armor but that doesn't stop them from being able to try, well, unless they can't even pick it up.
Anyone, regardless of Race or Class, can wear any type of Armor. Want to play a Sorcerer who charges his Platemail with lightning that electrocutes enemies with a deadly bear hug? You can do that! Want to be a thief who jingles about in Chainmail because Chainmail Bikinis are in fashion this season (and possibly magical)? You can do that to! Want to run around naked and die at Lv1 because you thought armor was for n00bs? You can do that to! And maybe even come back from the dead and feast upon your more intelligent allies' brains! The only restrictions in armor are that it has to fit you and that you have to be strong enough to wield it UNLESS you can fit into int and want to lay on the ground immobile. For example, someone playing a Drakune character will have make sure their Armor is designed in consideration of their generally thick tails. Characters of certain races, due to anatomy, may be able to wear special pieces of equipment like a tail ring for example. It's pretty hard to wear a tail ring when you don't have a tail or wear ear rings when you don't have your ears pierced (unless they are clip-ons).
On to the glorious world of Weapons! This is the last thing I will cover in this probably very long journal. The core D&D game, at least for editions 3.5 and 4.0 as far as I know, do allow for weilding all sorts of weapons but there is often very little difference between them, completely disregarding the weapon's way of killing. The only difference is usually something along the lines of a difference in damage and maybe an extra little ability like having an improved critical hit chance. There really isn't a whole lot of incentive to use other weapons beyond role playing and a few benefits that combo with it when it comes to playing a particular Class or Race. Some weapons are blatantly more powerful than others (though often not by too much) and with so little incentive to use anything else, there isn't a lot of room for customizing dramatically different play styles. And like armor, often the only weapons that are of importance are the ever present magical weapons. In DDDD (I still think it sounds retarded), we are changing that up!
Weapons, like Armor, come in a variety of types that perform different functions. Unlike Armor, there are 5 types of weapons. Those types are Slicing Weapons, Stabbing Weapons, Smashing Weapons, Sorcery Weapons, and Special Weapons. Look at that, they are all thematically named with the letter "S" too!
Weapons are generally made with only one purpose: killing. But not all weapons accomplish that purpose in the same way. Each weapon type, with the exception of Special, has certain bonuses that reflect it's method of killing.
Slicing Weapons are the most iconic and involve, well, slicing and slashing and enemy to death. Slicing Weapons almost always have a blade whose edge is used to cause gashes and cuts in an enemy, sometimes even severing body parts! Swords, knives, and other bladed objects that kill by using their sharp edges fall into this category. They get a big damage bonus against Unarmored and Light Armored targets as they rip through flesh and cloth. If of good quality, they are can be well balanced, easy to use, but like with all weapons, difficult to master. They have few if any penalties of any sort but don't fare as well against more armored targets compared to other Weapon Types. Want to quickly slaughter the poor, helpless farmers? Use a Slicing Weapon! Want to kill the pit fighter clad in Platemail and become arena champion? You should seriously consider pick a different weapon rather than use a Slicing Weapon unless you have a fetish for ticking heavily armored foes.
Pros: Great against Unarmored or Light Armored foes, Easy to use!
Cons: Generally worst Weapon Type against Medium and especially Heavy Armor.
Stabbing Weapons are all about stabbing, piercing, and penetrating. They are designed to do nasty damage to armor and hurt whoever is inside. They are not meant for slicing or severing body parts at all unlike Slicing Weapons. Of all the Weapon Types, Stabbing Weapons could be considered the most deadly. They consist of pointy stiletto daggers, spears, throwing knives, arrows, and other pointy objects. When a Stabbing Weapon hits an enemy, it bypasses StaminaHP completely (think Mordecai's Trespass skill in Borderlands 1 where StaminaHP = Shields) and does damage to ArmorHP first and then EnduranceHP. If the enemy is has no functional Armor remaining, it bypasses StaminaHP and goes straight to EnduranceHP. Sometimes Stabbing Weapons may bypass not only StaminaHP but ArmorHP as well, getting right to the meaty flesh inside depending on luck of the dice and the type and quality of the weapon itself. The downside is that unlike Slicing Weapons which are swung in a thick arc to hit the target, Stabbing Weapons must hit with their small point to deal their damage and their is a much higher margin of error to miss with a Stabbing Weapon, more so when the enemy is particularly nimble. In addition, some Stabbing Weapons are long and become clumsy in close quarters combat but some Stabbing Weapons, like stiletto daggers, are most accurate in very close quarters.
Pros: May bypass StaminaHP and even ArmorHP and thus very effective against armored foes!
Cons: They are generally less accurate than other Weapon Types, some are clumsy at varying ranges.
Smashing Weapons are for those characters who love to smash and crush their enemies! To quote a great hero of Jersey City: "We tried no smashing, and that didn't work. From now on, I'm sticking to my strengths. And smashing is my strengths. I just need to find the right way to smash him." Smashing Weapons encompass both blunt and hafted weapons that rely on brute force to get the job done and do major damage. Hammers, axes, maces, even the most basic wooden staff or even a stick for that matter goes in this category though the last two examples may vary considerably from their more burly smashing brethren. Smashing Weapons are not only high damage weapons, especially the two-handed ones, but they are also very effective against Medium and especially Heavy Armor but in a way different than Stabbing Weapons. Unlike Stabbing Weapons that goes deals damage going through Armor, Smashing Weapons focus on busting op the armor as much as possible and whatever is inside it. In addition to doing already high damage, they do additional damage to ArmorHP, the heavier the armor the better! Any benefits to AC given by the enemy's Armor may also be negated to an extent, making Smashing Weapons far less likely to be deflected off even the strongest of Armor. Out of all the Weapon Types, Smashing Weapons are usually the heaviest and most unbalanced (there are exceptions) and users may suffer some steep penalties if they aren't strong enough to wield it proficient enough to wield it effectively.
Pros: High Damage, Devastates enemy Armor, especially Heavy Armor.
Cons: Cumbersome to use for the weak and inexperienced.
The 4th Weapon Type is a special type, it's Sorcery Weapons. These weapons are very unique and very deadly when used by uniquely gifted individuals. Sorcery Weapons is often more of a subtype rather than a completely different classification as any Slicing, Stabbing, Smashing, or some Special Weapons can also be a Sorcery Weapons. A Sorcerer's Sword works just like a regular Slicing Weapon, same as a Sorcerer's Warhammer follows the traits of Smashing Weapons. What separates these is sorcery of course! But not in the usual D&D way of being "enchanted". You won't see a +2 Flaming Iron Long Sword of Swiftness or anything like that when it comes to Sorcery Weapons. They are technologically advanced weaponry utilization gems that are commonly called "Blood Diamonds" that function like a crystalline cancer that infects and saps the Life Force out of living beings until they die. Most of the time this relationship is parasitic but in some cases it is symbiotic but that's going into the Sorcery-oriented Classes. Since Blood Diamonds feed off of Life Force, or Life Energy, of a living being, they often need be used by a living being to be utilized to their full potential. In some cases, that alone is not enough and the wielder must know how to channel their Life Energy into the Blood Diamonds in the Weapon for a particular effect to occur. Not all Blood Diamonds are created equal and Sorcery Weapons even more so.
For example, say you want to have a Sorcery Sword, one of the kind that slices and slashes just like a regular sword but unlike a regular sword, the blade can heat up upon command, maybe even burst into flames in the process, so it can cut threw Armor and flesh like a giant hot knife through buttery flesh and Armor. There are a few ways this Sorcery Sword may work, limiting the potential users.
Method 1 (Very Limited):
The sword has Fire-aligned Blood Diamonds that require Life Energy to be channeled into them. The user must know how to do this. Second, the user's Life Energy must be Fire-aligned as well to a certain, probably significant degree, thus requiring the user to be infected with Fire-Aligned Blood Diamonds. Essentially a Sorcerer's and only a Sorcerer's weapon. No need to worry about it being very dangerous should it fall into the hands of most people. It would be wielded only as a common sword to most or scraped for the Blood Diamonds inside.
Method 2 (Somewhat Limited):
This method is almost exactly like Method 1. The user must know how to channel their Life Energy to activate the Blood Diamonds but the Blood Diamonds are either particularly voracious and not picky at all in what they consume and/or a combination of Blood Diamonds with the former's traits along with a very particular Blood Diamonds that does the blade heating. In this case, the user only needs to know how to channel their Life Energy to activate it. You could have an Elementalist of any type wield it, a Monk wield it, or someone who just knows how to channel their Life Energies wield it to it's full potential. Potentially a little more dangerous should it get lost and wind up in someone else's hands.
Method 3 (Not Very Limited, May Still Have Problems):
This method requires no magical expertise or Life Energy channeling skill whatsoever. It's so easy a caveman (or worse) can do it. The sword may ignite and heat up with a simple action depending on the machinery inside the sword. It could be a switch system that activates when you hold it upside down and heats up over five minutes, or you turn the pommel to activate it, or maybe it has a trigger or a button on the handle somewhere. It's made so anyone can use it and can be very dangerous in anyone's hands. There is a catch though. Because Blood Diamonds operate like batteries, they eventually run out of charge and become inoperable. Most can be recharged but this method of crafting is made so anyone can use it, so long as the Blood Diamonds inside are charged. You will need to find a way to recharge it one way or another depending the specifics of the sword and it's components. You may need to get your Sorcerer buddy to charge it for you, or maybe you need have to go through a lot of hassle to dismantle part of the sword even to get the Blood Diamonds out. Maybe slaying someone and letting their blood flow down the channel and into little canals in the hilt onto the Blood Diamonds inside (blood has oodles of the original owner's Life Energy inside). So just because anyone can use it in the short term doesn't mean it won't be a hassle in the long term when it comes to Sorcery Weapons made under this method.
Sorcery Weapons can have a variety of additional effects, flaming and/or a heat blade is just one. They are elementally aligned due to Blood Diamonds being aligned to one of the four elements: Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water (sorry Captain Planet, Heart isn't an element). It is also possible to have Sorcery Armor and other objects but that gets even more technologically advanced and the amount of energy needed increases and sometimes they may not be as useful in the same way as Sorcery Weapons. Most people probably wouldn't want to wear anything that burns them alive or freezes them solid.
Sorcery Weapons are a lot more complex than their regular counter parts but can be EXTREMELY deadly. In DDDD, Sorcerers and melee weapons can get along very, VERY well. The downside to these weapons, besides certain compatibility problems is that you have to drain your own life, or in this case StaminaHP to use them to their full potential. A Sorcerer may have to be careful on when to utilize his Sorcery Weapon, he won't want to tire himself out and drain too much of his StaminaHP. Power comes with a price but being wise can go a long way. So to sum it up:
Pros: Works like regular weapons with added powerful magical effects!
Cons: Possible usage restrictions, StaminaHP is often sacrificed for magical effects.
And the last Weapon Type is Special Weapons. These are weapons that don't easily fall into the other categories. Weapons that don't Slice, Stab, Smash, or use Sorcery exclusively and have almost no other practical weapon uses (like a wand or a ring that shoots fireballs) go into the Special Weapons category. These Weapons may have unique rules applied to them or they may be very mundane. Whips, many improvised weapons like throwing random items, thrown potions, and other odd weapons fall into this category. It's pretty much a catch-all category for all the weapon misfits.
Pros: Exotic or Odd Weapons???
Cons: Weapons may be very basic???
I think I'll stop there for now with the DDDD stuff. Didn't think it would take 5 HOURS to type but whatever. Probably should have just covered one aspect but 3 is good I suppose. MY HANDS FEEL LIKE THEY ARE GOING TO FALL OFF NOW. This journal is an extremely long read. I'll probably go into some more DDDD gameplay stuff in a later journal. If you're interested and read through all that and would like me to cover a certain topic for next journal in regards to DDDD, let me know! On a side note, I wonder if this is my longest journal ever?
October Journal Time and DD Story Time
Posted 13 years agoYet again, another long time in between journals. I was planning on doing a new one at the beginning of this week but I got distracted and it got put off. So better late than never. Sorry again for seemingly vanishing off the face of the internet for a month and for not much new art or new Demordicai Diamonds pages. I've been having to deal with a combination of family drama, financial problems (worse than the usually grim finances), and on top of that, a bad case of art block.
For the past several, I've been trying to deal with some nasty art block. I don't know what's up but my art mojo just feels really drained. I managed to color a few sketches this month but besides a few other sketches I have yet to color, I haven't been able to produce much of anything. The next page of Demordicai Diamonds, which I thought was going to be a quick and easy one considering it's a one-panel page, has been giving me a heck of a lot of trouble and I've had to restart the drawing process on it several times. Ugh, it hasn't been wanting to come to be and Rune and Dalken just won't cooperate with me on the paper. I took a break from attempting art at all this week and decided to focus on working with Professor Awesome on the story of Demordicai Diamonds from where we are currently at with planning. Crafting the story is by far the funnest part of making Demordicai Diamonds and it's been a while since we've taken the time to continue the story further. The comic is so ridiculously far behind and getting even farther still. To put things in a better comparison, the comic has documented less than a full 24 hours of time in the world following Dalken and Rune around. Story-wise, there is more than 2 years chock full of days of time following Dalken and Rune around with no time skipped. This week so far of work on the story has added almost another week to the mountain of story that has yet to be made into comic. I suppose I can share some of it, nothing SUPER important to the main story plotlines but if you don't like spoilers of any sort then stop reading now even though I'll probably die of old age long before the comic gets this far at the current rate.
So currently, Dalken, Rune and assorted friends have taken up winter quarters in Dalken's homeland high in the Rahmspine mountains. As if winter isn't already cold enough, it's even colder up in the mountains but the drakunes that have lived and mined there for centuries have sturdy and warm shelters in the clifftop mining towns which are currently under the rule of the High Priestess Delilah, one of Dalken's younger and noticeably taller sisters. Despite the added harshness of the environment, what it lacks in warmth outside it more than makes up for in safety. Nestled in between feuding countries isn't a good thing either but being high up and hard to get to (especially if you have no wings) makes it much safer than the lands below for those that have reason to be wary.
In recent times, Dalken and his family (well, much more Dalken's family than Dalken himself who is somewhat sorta ostracized) have been dealing with a recent mine collapsed. Rumors of sabotage are spreading throughout the populace and the temple and speculations of sorcery playing a role are growing. In the meanwhile, the current and hopefully temporary ikeeri population is bored sick and is getting together to throw a festival despite the winter cold. All sorts of preparatory tasks have been taken up by various folk. Some are contributing with cooking, with decorating, with cleaning, with "wine tasting"/getting prematurely drunk, and with other tasks. The drakune priestesses of the temple pay little heed to the festive planning as they mainly focus their attention more on the mines and what aftermath of the collapse.
One task in particular that needed done for the festival preparations was one that came as a bit of a surprise. Turns out the majority of people that live in the Rahmspine mountains are terrible musicians and should rightly feel very bad about that. So Rune decides to take up the job and descend into the lands below to search for some musicians. Specifically and minimally, one muscian who specializes in a string instrument, one in a woodwind instrument, and one in a percussion instrument. Should Rune fail in her epic quest, many people will have only the dreadful sounds of chewing, drinking, and/or vomiting to boost their spirits during the days of festivity. A tragic fate indeed.
For once in a long time, Rune goes on quest all by her lonesome and the title of "shut-in" doesn't quite fit so much. Some folk just don't understand why Rune would rather stay safe in a warm town, with warm-hearted friends, with warm food and drink, than wander the lands looking for new and unique ways of possibly dying and/or having a generally bad time. For some reason, some residents just expect Rune to not mind at all and have to worries or fears or any other cause for hesitation when it comes to dealing with the undead, dragons, various and often hungry beasts, villainous thieves and highwaymen, corrupt persons of particular powers, nefarious nobles, necromancer mimes and their necromancer jester cousins, savage tribes of darkri, creepy fanclub members (not to be confused with the delightful fanclub members), assassins, excessively smelly people who are oblivious to just how horrid their smell is, and other vile horrors that lurk in shadows of the world and in public restrooms. But even Rune gets cabin fever and wants to be helpful and get a little taste of adventure. And this time in peace without Dalken heckling her.
Just having herself and her stuffed traveling pack to travel with, Rune descends down the mountain and starts her journey. Lucky for Rune, she is one of two ikeeri residents on the mountain who grow a thick and extra fluffy fur coat in the winter time though her color stays a depressing little cloud shade of gray (not to be confused with the book that features 50 shades of the color in particular that is currently being read by an equally particular tavernkeeper). Unlike other jealous and envious people who refuse to be in any sledding competition with Rune participating, Rune has an easy and fun time descending down the mountain into the lands below and passes the burnt remains of another township she had residence in for a few months previously. Of course Rune takes a little bit of time to wander around the ruins and stops at the little house she lived in for a time. It is burnt but still stands badly damaged, making it one of the few buildings that can still be considered a building. Golden Meadows, now Somewhat Formerly Bloody Meadows, is just empty and haunting. Could have been worse, other towns nearby has suffered much more grislier fates.
The weather is fair, cold but clear as Rune makes her way down the path. The snow starts to clear off the path due to frequent use as she gets closer and closer to more well-traveled stretches of road. She hasn't even begun to break into the provisions Juna packed for her. In Rune's semi-rushed departure, Rune only now realizes she has almost no idea of just what Juna supplied her with in her traveller's pack. It may have been best that Rune pack herself but sometimes it can be a good thing to be considerate of others who may worry about you and let them pack for you so they can rest assured that at least you'll be prepared. It seemed like sound logic at the time but Rune doesn't really care too much at the moment, Juna is at least a good cook and has a better mind about her than Dalken.
And so Rune travels and stuff happens. The End. Nah, I'm just getting tired of sitting here at 3:00 AM typing for a few hours and I don't want to delay a new journal any longer. If anyone is interested, I'll continue a bit further with a very rough description of the newest bits of story me and Professor Awesome are currently adding to Demordicai Diamonds. Also, expect next journal, probably soon-ish, to have more details on other stuff going on with my life including: Zuko (my cat) has a tooth problem and won't eat, my parents' negligence on bills (even ones they can afford), my brother trying to get my dad to cosign on a $25,000 loan for a crappy flood-prone house that will SUPER COLEGATE BUTTFUCK my family's already horrible financial situation...and my dad is considering doing it too, other stupid drama and crap, not enough food to eat, and some other job news that may be hopeful but at the same time is starting to have the silver lining that I thought that might be there vanish. So yeah, fun stuff for me to vent about. And that's not even getting into politics!
Oh, I do have some more fun things to discuss like worldbuilding stuff, the Demordicai Diamonds variant of Dungeons&Dragons, and some other world design stuff. There are a few things that I'd like to hear some input on when it comes to world design and other design stuff if anyone would like to share their thoughts but that's for next journal. I'm tired, good night for now internet.
For the past several, I've been trying to deal with some nasty art block. I don't know what's up but my art mojo just feels really drained. I managed to color a few sketches this month but besides a few other sketches I have yet to color, I haven't been able to produce much of anything. The next page of Demordicai Diamonds, which I thought was going to be a quick and easy one considering it's a one-panel page, has been giving me a heck of a lot of trouble and I've had to restart the drawing process on it several times. Ugh, it hasn't been wanting to come to be and Rune and Dalken just won't cooperate with me on the paper. I took a break from attempting art at all this week and decided to focus on working with Professor Awesome on the story of Demordicai Diamonds from where we are currently at with planning. Crafting the story is by far the funnest part of making Demordicai Diamonds and it's been a while since we've taken the time to continue the story further. The comic is so ridiculously far behind and getting even farther still. To put things in a better comparison, the comic has documented less than a full 24 hours of time in the world following Dalken and Rune around. Story-wise, there is more than 2 years chock full of days of time following Dalken and Rune around with no time skipped. This week so far of work on the story has added almost another week to the mountain of story that has yet to be made into comic. I suppose I can share some of it, nothing SUPER important to the main story plotlines but if you don't like spoilers of any sort then stop reading now even though I'll probably die of old age long before the comic gets this far at the current rate.
So currently, Dalken, Rune and assorted friends have taken up winter quarters in Dalken's homeland high in the Rahmspine mountains. As if winter isn't already cold enough, it's even colder up in the mountains but the drakunes that have lived and mined there for centuries have sturdy and warm shelters in the clifftop mining towns which are currently under the rule of the High Priestess Delilah, one of Dalken's younger and noticeably taller sisters. Despite the added harshness of the environment, what it lacks in warmth outside it more than makes up for in safety. Nestled in between feuding countries isn't a good thing either but being high up and hard to get to (especially if you have no wings) makes it much safer than the lands below for those that have reason to be wary.
In recent times, Dalken and his family (well, much more Dalken's family than Dalken himself who is somewhat sorta ostracized) have been dealing with a recent mine collapsed. Rumors of sabotage are spreading throughout the populace and the temple and speculations of sorcery playing a role are growing. In the meanwhile, the current and hopefully temporary ikeeri population is bored sick and is getting together to throw a festival despite the winter cold. All sorts of preparatory tasks have been taken up by various folk. Some are contributing with cooking, with decorating, with cleaning, with "wine tasting"/getting prematurely drunk, and with other tasks. The drakune priestesses of the temple pay little heed to the festive planning as they mainly focus their attention more on the mines and what aftermath of the collapse.
One task in particular that needed done for the festival preparations was one that came as a bit of a surprise. Turns out the majority of people that live in the Rahmspine mountains are terrible musicians and should rightly feel very bad about that. So Rune decides to take up the job and descend into the lands below to search for some musicians. Specifically and minimally, one muscian who specializes in a string instrument, one in a woodwind instrument, and one in a percussion instrument. Should Rune fail in her epic quest, many people will have only the dreadful sounds of chewing, drinking, and/or vomiting to boost their spirits during the days of festivity. A tragic fate indeed.
For once in a long time, Rune goes on quest all by her lonesome and the title of "shut-in" doesn't quite fit so much. Some folk just don't understand why Rune would rather stay safe in a warm town, with warm-hearted friends, with warm food and drink, than wander the lands looking for new and unique ways of possibly dying and/or having a generally bad time. For some reason, some residents just expect Rune to not mind at all and have to worries or fears or any other cause for hesitation when it comes to dealing with the undead, dragons, various and often hungry beasts, villainous thieves and highwaymen, corrupt persons of particular powers, nefarious nobles, necromancer mimes and their necromancer jester cousins, savage tribes of darkri, creepy fanclub members (not to be confused with the delightful fanclub members), assassins, excessively smelly people who are oblivious to just how horrid their smell is, and other vile horrors that lurk in shadows of the world and in public restrooms. But even Rune gets cabin fever and wants to be helpful and get a little taste of adventure. And this time in peace without Dalken heckling her.
Just having herself and her stuffed traveling pack to travel with, Rune descends down the mountain and starts her journey. Lucky for Rune, she is one of two ikeeri residents on the mountain who grow a thick and extra fluffy fur coat in the winter time though her color stays a depressing little cloud shade of gray (not to be confused with the book that features 50 shades of the color in particular that is currently being read by an equally particular tavernkeeper). Unlike other jealous and envious people who refuse to be in any sledding competition with Rune participating, Rune has an easy and fun time descending down the mountain into the lands below and passes the burnt remains of another township she had residence in for a few months previously. Of course Rune takes a little bit of time to wander around the ruins and stops at the little house she lived in for a time. It is burnt but still stands badly damaged, making it one of the few buildings that can still be considered a building. Golden Meadows, now Somewhat Formerly Bloody Meadows, is just empty and haunting. Could have been worse, other towns nearby has suffered much more grislier fates.
The weather is fair, cold but clear as Rune makes her way down the path. The snow starts to clear off the path due to frequent use as she gets closer and closer to more well-traveled stretches of road. She hasn't even begun to break into the provisions Juna packed for her. In Rune's semi-rushed departure, Rune only now realizes she has almost no idea of just what Juna supplied her with in her traveller's pack. It may have been best that Rune pack herself but sometimes it can be a good thing to be considerate of others who may worry about you and let them pack for you so they can rest assured that at least you'll be prepared. It seemed like sound logic at the time but Rune doesn't really care too much at the moment, Juna is at least a good cook and has a better mind about her than Dalken.
And so Rune travels and stuff happens. The End. Nah, I'm just getting tired of sitting here at 3:00 AM typing for a few hours and I don't want to delay a new journal any longer. If anyone is interested, I'll continue a bit further with a very rough description of the newest bits of story me and Professor Awesome are currently adding to Demordicai Diamonds. Also, expect next journal, probably soon-ish, to have more details on other stuff going on with my life including: Zuko (my cat) has a tooth problem and won't eat, my parents' negligence on bills (even ones they can afford), my brother trying to get my dad to cosign on a $25,000 loan for a crappy flood-prone house that will SUPER COLEGATE BUTTFUCK my family's already horrible financial situation...and my dad is considering doing it too, other stupid drama and crap, not enough food to eat, and some other job news that may be hopeful but at the same time is starting to have the silver lining that I thought that might be there vanish. So yeah, fun stuff for me to vent about. And that's not even getting into politics!
Oh, I do have some more fun things to discuss like worldbuilding stuff, the Demordicai Diamonds variant of Dungeons&Dragons, and some other world design stuff. There are a few things that I'd like to hear some input on when it comes to world design and other design stuff if anyone would like to share their thoughts but that's for next journal. I'm tired, good night for now internet.
Robots ate my baby
Posted 13 years agoOh, boy. It's been well over a month since my last journal and I've put this one off even more than usual! A lot has happened in the last month and a half, that's for sure.
My birthday has came and gone and I'm another year older. I had a big dinner and I got a few brony t-shirts that I've been wearing a lot lately. I didn't really have a party and I don't really care much for having a party, it's just my birthday after all though a big dinner is always welcome!
The chicken coop is pretty much done (close enough) and the chickens are safe within it's confines. It does need to be winterized now before the real cold weather hits and I'm going to have to do that sometime soon. All 16 of them are laying eggs now and one is laying double yolk eggs. It's good that they are finally laying eggs and not a single one of them has died (unlike MY chickens from last year). Though they are my mom's chicken's, they're considered mine when it comes to the work involved but hers when it comes to the profit. I had to confront her on that bullshit back in August when I found out she was secretly pocketing the money from some eggs that I didn't even know we were selling yet. Even when she was in better health, she didn't put forth any effort to care for them, even something as simple as feeding them (it's so easy a toddler can do it) warranted calling me and demanding I drive about 10 miles back to the house just to spend less than 5 minutes feeding them because no one else wanted to but they still would fed the cat and the dog. It was the same crap last year when I had my flock of chickens. Of course my dad has been a pain with his involvement in trying to make the chickencoop due to his extreme particularness combined with a horrible habit of going beyond an advisory role AND never finishing what he starts and throws a fit when someone else attempts to finish what he started because it isn't exactly what he would do...if he ever would finish anything that is.
Anyway, chickens laying eggs, work is pretty much done, I have bad sunburn from fixing coop and stuff up, egg profit now goes first to maintaining chickens, and things seem to be fairly sorted out with chickens for now.
My mom has been in and out of the hospital a lot since my last journal. And it's one big medical mess. The short summary is that she's suffering from reduced lung function combined with congestive heart failure. A very bad combination. I'm usually one of the last to know what's going on as most of my family will pester me with irritatingly silly and trivial things but never contact me when something serious and important comes up and even then I only get distorted bits and pieces of info that may or may not even be accurate. Well, my mom has been a smoker most of her life and that has probably only made things worse. Ever since she had a cancerous mole on her nose removed, she went downhill fast. First she was isolated in the hospital with some type of pneumonia that caused fluid build up in her lungs. I don't know if this was somehow caused by nose surgery but after the infection was cleared up, she was fine for a few days until she took another spell and it came back. After dealing with the idiots at the hospital she was currently going to who really didn't know what they were doing, she went to a different one a little further away and they started doing heart tests and found that her heart function wasn't good. I've been told stuff from bad valves, to fluid build up, to damaged electrical system. It's overwhelming for me trying to make sense out of everything I'm told. So she eventually got released again but she had to wear a special vest that if I'm correct, works like a defibrillator should her heart's electrical system fail. And she was doing well again for a while. This probably was a bad sign of heart function and blood flow in the past but I noticed my mom would crank up the furnace all the way sometimes, even in summer occasionally because she was cold and it certainly WASN'T cold in the house. Normal people don't do that but trying to tell her that could be a problem just never got through to her.
So earlier this month, me and Professor Awesome were heading out to the midnight release of Borderlands 2 (more on that later in the journal). Turns out I left my wallet in my other pants pocket back at my house so we had to head out there first to get it and make a big loop into town instead. So I get there, find my wallet definitely not where I left it, and I talk to my dad who surprises me with the fact that my mom is in the hospital...again. And no one bothered to take a minute and call me up and tell me. If I hadn't have forgot my wallet, it would have been another 5 days or so until I would have headed home and learned about it. Supposedly she had some sort of heart attack (not the blockage kind I don't think since a heart catheter earlier showed no blockages, I believe electrical failure maybe?) while in the hospital and me and my dad brought her coffee and donuts from a new Dunkin Donuts that opened up over in West Virginia (Woo! We've never had a Dunkin Donuts anywhere withing 100 miles of here previously and damn do they sell some fine donuts and coffee!). She was released Monday this week with some special medication and she'll probably have to go back for various check ups. At some point maybe she might get a pace maker but I really don't know. Like I said, this is a lot for me to take in and try to figure out and weed out good info from bad.
Now with her home and in frail shape, it looks like it's going to be up to me to watch over her and I'm going to be stuck a lot more than what I really want. Hell, I hate it here but it's not like any of my older siblings are going to help out. My sister is even in denial about our mother's health but she and my mom have butted heads for quite some time so their relationship has a lot of animosity in it (and a lot of annoying drama). I'm pretty much going to be the guy who has to call 911 should anything happen, that's what I'm going to have to be stuck at the house for. It really puts a monkey wrench into some plans, especially when it comes to employment and art.
Professor Awesome managed to get both of us job interviews at a grocery store in town for a butcher's apprenticeship program. He got to mean the store manager and talk with him as well but I didn't. The interviews for both of us went well but like usual, never well enough to net either one of us a job. It's tough trying to break into the job market around here when you have little to no work experience and so many people with oodles of work experience, families, and impressive resumes in general are unemployed and taking any job they can. It's tough competing with them. No one wants to hire someone who has been out of high school for 4 years and barely has any work experience when they can hire someone much older who has decades of work experience. When Professor Awesome spoke to the store manager, he told me that what the store manager told him was that he gets swamped with job applications from college graduates alone who graduate college with tens of thousands of dollars in debt and find themselves with a worthless degree that they can't get a job with. Pretty much the same boat me and Professor Awesome are in with the exception that neither one of us has any debt. More competition though. I've been still trying to figure out what I can do to be an entrepreneur and make a little bit of a business with this bad economy seeing how it's hell trying to get hired anywhere but I haven't had much success with besides a little with the chickens but that is more of a family thing, especially with my mom being in poor health right now. Still, an interview is a lot better than no interview and if a job ever pops up at that grocery store again, applying for it will be a breeze the next time around.
So Borderlands 2 finally came out and it was well worth the wait! I've been playing that here and there and Professor Awesome's big investment in Xbox stuff for himself has paid off since for once both me and him and his sister as well can all play together. It's been a lot of good fun and a big stress reliever shooting psycho midgets and lighting them on fire and listen to them babel. I definitely recommend picking this game up and giving it a play, especially if you enjoyed the first one. It's a lot heavier on story than the first one and that's a major improvement. Also, all the previous main characters all have speaking roles and fleshed out personalities and are very important to the story. We haven't beaten it yet which is a good thing, there is plenty of game in it (unlike other shooters like Halo where it only takes a day to get through the campaign on legendary difficulty and much, much less time on normal difficulty).
Alright, time for the art stuff! Demordicai Diamonds is starting to get a little back on track now that Page 68 is done. I already have Page 69 scripted though it is giving me some trouble. I was pretty confident that the next page was going to be easier and you'd think it would be if you saw what I had planned for it but Rune and Dalken are being derps again and not cooperating that well. Still, I have some of it penciled as of this journal and even if I restart, I have a fairly good idea with just how I'm going to draw it. There is also the trouble of trying to work a bit from home since I may be stuck here for a while. Me and Professor Awesome have been trying to find ways to work around it as best as possible to keep new pages coming and with as minimal delay as possible.
There is still a good bit of Chapter 2 left to finish, more than I was originally estimating a while back ago but that's alright. It's like rolling cookie dough, the more you roll it and get closer to cutting, the longer the dough gets (you just don't want it too long though!). There is a small chance that I may be done with Chapter 2 by the end of the year but if you're reading this than you are probably woefully aware at how horrendous my updating tends to be. There is a good chance that I might be able to get Page 69 done by this Friday or maybe the weekend.
As for other art, I have a few things sketched out and another drawing planned but whether I'll finish them or not is a different story. I really can't say for sure but there may be some new stuff I'll be posting sometime in the future. This whole thing with my mom's health is going to be hard to work around but I may still be able to get art done. Since I don't have a scanner here I will still need to once way or another get my art to Professor Awesome's house to scan it but that shouldn't be a problem. I'm more concerned with being able to draw, that's were the biggest problems hit.
That's about all I can think of for now. Ugh, I shouldn't have put off typing up a new journal for so long. I normally feel like I'm forgetting something but this time I feel like I'm forgetting a lot of things, it has been a month and while since the last journal.
Lol, title of this journal is Borderlands 2 related. Professor Awesome has been singing that line Aerosmith-style and is trying to make a full song out of it...well, sorta. It would be awesome to hear a psycho sing something like that.
My birthday has came and gone and I'm another year older. I had a big dinner and I got a few brony t-shirts that I've been wearing a lot lately. I didn't really have a party and I don't really care much for having a party, it's just my birthday after all though a big dinner is always welcome!
The chicken coop is pretty much done (close enough) and the chickens are safe within it's confines. It does need to be winterized now before the real cold weather hits and I'm going to have to do that sometime soon. All 16 of them are laying eggs now and one is laying double yolk eggs. It's good that they are finally laying eggs and not a single one of them has died (unlike MY chickens from last year). Though they are my mom's chicken's, they're considered mine when it comes to the work involved but hers when it comes to the profit. I had to confront her on that bullshit back in August when I found out she was secretly pocketing the money from some eggs that I didn't even know we were selling yet. Even when she was in better health, she didn't put forth any effort to care for them, even something as simple as feeding them (it's so easy a toddler can do it) warranted calling me and demanding I drive about 10 miles back to the house just to spend less than 5 minutes feeding them because no one else wanted to but they still would fed the cat and the dog. It was the same crap last year when I had my flock of chickens. Of course my dad has been a pain with his involvement in trying to make the chickencoop due to his extreme particularness combined with a horrible habit of going beyond an advisory role AND never finishing what he starts and throws a fit when someone else attempts to finish what he started because it isn't exactly what he would do...if he ever would finish anything that is.
Anyway, chickens laying eggs, work is pretty much done, I have bad sunburn from fixing coop and stuff up, egg profit now goes first to maintaining chickens, and things seem to be fairly sorted out with chickens for now.
My mom has been in and out of the hospital a lot since my last journal. And it's one big medical mess. The short summary is that she's suffering from reduced lung function combined with congestive heart failure. A very bad combination. I'm usually one of the last to know what's going on as most of my family will pester me with irritatingly silly and trivial things but never contact me when something serious and important comes up and even then I only get distorted bits and pieces of info that may or may not even be accurate. Well, my mom has been a smoker most of her life and that has probably only made things worse. Ever since she had a cancerous mole on her nose removed, she went downhill fast. First she was isolated in the hospital with some type of pneumonia that caused fluid build up in her lungs. I don't know if this was somehow caused by nose surgery but after the infection was cleared up, she was fine for a few days until she took another spell and it came back. After dealing with the idiots at the hospital she was currently going to who really didn't know what they were doing, she went to a different one a little further away and they started doing heart tests and found that her heart function wasn't good. I've been told stuff from bad valves, to fluid build up, to damaged electrical system. It's overwhelming for me trying to make sense out of everything I'm told. So she eventually got released again but she had to wear a special vest that if I'm correct, works like a defibrillator should her heart's electrical system fail. And she was doing well again for a while. This probably was a bad sign of heart function and blood flow in the past but I noticed my mom would crank up the furnace all the way sometimes, even in summer occasionally because she was cold and it certainly WASN'T cold in the house. Normal people don't do that but trying to tell her that could be a problem just never got through to her.
So earlier this month, me and Professor Awesome were heading out to the midnight release of Borderlands 2 (more on that later in the journal). Turns out I left my wallet in my other pants pocket back at my house so we had to head out there first to get it and make a big loop into town instead. So I get there, find my wallet definitely not where I left it, and I talk to my dad who surprises me with the fact that my mom is in the hospital...again. And no one bothered to take a minute and call me up and tell me. If I hadn't have forgot my wallet, it would have been another 5 days or so until I would have headed home and learned about it. Supposedly she had some sort of heart attack (not the blockage kind I don't think since a heart catheter earlier showed no blockages, I believe electrical failure maybe?) while in the hospital and me and my dad brought her coffee and donuts from a new Dunkin Donuts that opened up over in West Virginia (Woo! We've never had a Dunkin Donuts anywhere withing 100 miles of here previously and damn do they sell some fine donuts and coffee!). She was released Monday this week with some special medication and she'll probably have to go back for various check ups. At some point maybe she might get a pace maker but I really don't know. Like I said, this is a lot for me to take in and try to figure out and weed out good info from bad.
Now with her home and in frail shape, it looks like it's going to be up to me to watch over her and I'm going to be stuck a lot more than what I really want. Hell, I hate it here but it's not like any of my older siblings are going to help out. My sister is even in denial about our mother's health but she and my mom have butted heads for quite some time so their relationship has a lot of animosity in it (and a lot of annoying drama). I'm pretty much going to be the guy who has to call 911 should anything happen, that's what I'm going to have to be stuck at the house for. It really puts a monkey wrench into some plans, especially when it comes to employment and art.
Professor Awesome managed to get both of us job interviews at a grocery store in town for a butcher's apprenticeship program. He got to mean the store manager and talk with him as well but I didn't. The interviews for both of us went well but like usual, never well enough to net either one of us a job. It's tough trying to break into the job market around here when you have little to no work experience and so many people with oodles of work experience, families, and impressive resumes in general are unemployed and taking any job they can. It's tough competing with them. No one wants to hire someone who has been out of high school for 4 years and barely has any work experience when they can hire someone much older who has decades of work experience. When Professor Awesome spoke to the store manager, he told me that what the store manager told him was that he gets swamped with job applications from college graduates alone who graduate college with tens of thousands of dollars in debt and find themselves with a worthless degree that they can't get a job with. Pretty much the same boat me and Professor Awesome are in with the exception that neither one of us has any debt. More competition though. I've been still trying to figure out what I can do to be an entrepreneur and make a little bit of a business with this bad economy seeing how it's hell trying to get hired anywhere but I haven't had much success with besides a little with the chickens but that is more of a family thing, especially with my mom being in poor health right now. Still, an interview is a lot better than no interview and if a job ever pops up at that grocery store again, applying for it will be a breeze the next time around.
So Borderlands 2 finally came out and it was well worth the wait! I've been playing that here and there and Professor Awesome's big investment in Xbox stuff for himself has paid off since for once both me and him and his sister as well can all play together. It's been a lot of good fun and a big stress reliever shooting psycho midgets and lighting them on fire and listen to them babel. I definitely recommend picking this game up and giving it a play, especially if you enjoyed the first one. It's a lot heavier on story than the first one and that's a major improvement. Also, all the previous main characters all have speaking roles and fleshed out personalities and are very important to the story. We haven't beaten it yet which is a good thing, there is plenty of game in it (unlike other shooters like Halo where it only takes a day to get through the campaign on legendary difficulty and much, much less time on normal difficulty).
Alright, time for the art stuff! Demordicai Diamonds is starting to get a little back on track now that Page 68 is done. I already have Page 69 scripted though it is giving me some trouble. I was pretty confident that the next page was going to be easier and you'd think it would be if you saw what I had planned for it but Rune and Dalken are being derps again and not cooperating that well. Still, I have some of it penciled as of this journal and even if I restart, I have a fairly good idea with just how I'm going to draw it. There is also the trouble of trying to work a bit from home since I may be stuck here for a while. Me and Professor Awesome have been trying to find ways to work around it as best as possible to keep new pages coming and with as minimal delay as possible.
There is still a good bit of Chapter 2 left to finish, more than I was originally estimating a while back ago but that's alright. It's like rolling cookie dough, the more you roll it and get closer to cutting, the longer the dough gets (you just don't want it too long though!). There is a small chance that I may be done with Chapter 2 by the end of the year but if you're reading this than you are probably woefully aware at how horrendous my updating tends to be. There is a good chance that I might be able to get Page 69 done by this Friday or maybe the weekend.
As for other art, I have a few things sketched out and another drawing planned but whether I'll finish them or not is a different story. I really can't say for sure but there may be some new stuff I'll be posting sometime in the future. This whole thing with my mom's health is going to be hard to work around but I may still be able to get art done. Since I don't have a scanner here I will still need to once way or another get my art to Professor Awesome's house to scan it but that shouldn't be a problem. I'm more concerned with being able to draw, that's were the biggest problems hit.
That's about all I can think of for now. Ugh, I shouldn't have put off typing up a new journal for so long. I normally feel like I'm forgetting something but this time I feel like I'm forgetting a lot of things, it has been a month and while since the last journal.
Lol, title of this journal is Borderlands 2 related. Professor Awesome has been singing that line Aerosmith-style and is trying to make a full song out of it...well, sorta. It would be awesome to hear a psycho sing something like that.
Job Interview, Art Plans, D&D, and More
Posted 13 years agoIt's been another long while since my last journal and a lot of stuff has happened since then. Where to start? I had a job interview about a week ago. The call came out of the blue and was a really pleasant surprise. I thought it went pretty well but I didn't get the second call-back telling me I got the job unfortunately. I'm a little disappointed but it was nice to at least get a call for an interview after months of not being able to get even that. Back to the seemingly never-ending job hunt for me again.
Me and Professor Awesome went and played a game of D&D earlier this week over at where my middle brother has been staying. Took hours to just get through a few encounters but it was fun though still confusing. Professor Awesome made note cards for me which was a BIG help but while I think I finally got a grasp on how the game actually works mechanically now, I still get overwhelmed by the complexity of it. We had a six-man group going on, bigger than any game I've ever played in, and we were playing by 4.0 rules if anyone was curious. This was Professor Awesome's first game though I've played a little, and died a lot, in the past. We've been talking about it for the past few days and we've decided that we're going to customize a lot of things and make our own Demordicai Diamonds based version. We're definitely going to change things stat-wise now that we have a good idea of just how it all works. I may talk more about it in future journals if we make any good progress with it.
My eldest brother's dog, Rudy, got killed a few days ago. My eldest brother still wouldn't give Rudy away to a home that would actually take care of him and he was adamant in keeping his dog even though he left the dog at my house and he rarely ever seen it or took care of it in anyway. It's a shame but my house is notorious for having animals get killed but Rudy didn't die from the usual cause: the road. The road I live on is out in the country but is a major country road and people drive around 50 - 60mph on it consistently and some of the folks around like to make a sport of running over animals purposely. I found Rudy's mangled corpse in the field past the fence. Our landlord's sons often use the barn near our house and the adjacent fields for their cattle and we have cows often about 35ft or so away from the house at closest. When I was getting chicken eggs from underneath a bush (a chicken coop would have been nice but that's just one fiasco after another), I saw Rudy and called for him but he just laid there out in the fields beyond the fence. When I went to check on him, he was laying very awkwardly with blood coming out his ears and had all the hallmarks of getting stomped on by cows. He was an extremely hyper active dog and would chase anything that moved and I'm figuring he went and decided to chase and harass the cows that are in the fields and the cows didn't take too kindly too that. It's a shame too but my eldest brother absolutely refused to give away his dog and my mother of course took his side (she's guilty of the same thing with her dog, Emmi). I don't like having to bury animals but we pretty much got our own pet cemetery from how many animals the road has claimed but now the cows have a hand in it as well I suppose.
Alright, time for something less gloomy to talk about. How about my future art plans? And boy do I got more art plans than what I normally do. I apologize for the lack of new art recently, my sudden job interview and Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask kept me away from art (I finally beat it and got all the masks too and I really enjoyed that Zelda game, unlike the latest retarded installments). Plan-wise, I got three main art projects I'm going to be working on in the coming days. One is the next page of Demordicai Diamonds. Me and Professor Awesome already have it scripted and it's ready to be worked on. Chapter 2 is almost done though at my current rate it's still going to be a while before it wraps up. I'm really excited to finally be done with this chapter after having spent so much time stuck in it. If I really worked hard on it, I could possibly be done by the end of the year but as you all probably know, I'm REALLY slow with comic pages and that outcome is probably very unlikely at best. Still, Chapter 2 is pretty damn close to being finished.
My second project is one I decided on after finishing up my latest character concept art of Rebecca. I think I'm finally ready to move on to full scenes now that I have a good idea what a good handful of upcoming characters look like. There are still plenty that need to be conceptualized or refined some more but I got a good amount to work with for now. I already got some plans for some full scenes that may have two or more characters (with full background as well) but each one is probably going to take me a while. If there is any characters you'd like me to prioritize art for that you'd like to see more of, let me know and I'll see what I can do. I got plenty of ideas to choose from churning in my head and plenty room for some more. I haven't started on anything yet but I plan to sometime in the relatively near future.
My third art project is both an old and a new one. Me and Professor Awesome have been talking for a long time on the topic of religion in the world of Demordicai Diamonds and we've been trying to figure out just what we want to do with it. We want something that seems to naturally fit and isn't an allegory to something else or just a copy/paste with a name change of something else. After much discussion and and a final 6 hour phone call on the topic, we figured out a rough idea of the direction we are going to go in with religion and I came up with a new art project along with it. It's going to be a story and illustration type of project detailing parts of backstory, such as origin, of many different Fates (sorta like demi-gods) that some people worship and some people detest though it is often more individual-specific Fate-wise than just grouping them all together. I can go into more detail with that general topic if anyone would like to hear it as it wouldn't really be too much of spoilers. So the Fate I'm planning on starting out with is the meddlesome ikeeri Fate (more specifically of the felkri race of ikeeri,commonly distinguished by red, orange, yellow, and brownish colored fur) of...-sigh-...love and fertility, Myra. I'm laughing about it really. Her origin tale is a bit absurd, and sorta, umm, "unique" and definitely caters more toward an ikeeri sense of humor/interest rather than a drakune's.. I choose to start off with Myra because she's, fortunately or unfortunately, by far the most developed religious icon deity-ish character that Demordicai Diamonds has at the moment. I'm actually recycling a REALLY old idea and some old art and making it new and improved with her but I will probably do a character concept of her first before I officially start the story and illustration part of this project. Lol, this project is going to be different alright. Felkri lore is silly and weird.
I got lots of art planned and it's been a wonderful day out today so I've been already at work on some stuff. My dad is going to be having some time off soon and I fear/hope that we'll be working on fixing up the bathroom soon. It's discomforting to be sitting on the toilet and having to worry about whether the whole bathroom floor is going to collapse into the basement. It's not very stable and the wood has been rotting for a long time and I think it might even be the original flooring of this old house. If my dad does want to begin work on it, it might be another week before I am able to post any new art since I'll be at my house without a scanner. But even if that's going to be the case, by that time I may have a good amount already done and ready to post after me and my dad repair the bathroom (assuming he doesn't quit halfway through like usual and then the bushes become the new bathroom).
So that's what's been going on with me and what I'm planning on working on in the next coming days.
Shit-kicker Super Storm
Posted 13 years agoThat was some bad storm that pushed through here. I don't know how many of you journal readers keep up with the news but if you've heard about a nasty storm that swept through Ohio, Virginia, and West Virgina and had all three states issue emergency status declarations, well, that's what I and everyone else who lives around here just got hit buy several days ago. The storm knocked out power for most of the southern half of Ohio as far as I know. I got my electricity back recently but it's been out for several days. It may not be until the end of the week that most of the are has their power restored. I was away at Professor Awesome's house when it hit and I went home afterwards.
It's been NOT FUN AT ALL these past few days. No electricity for the whole area obviously means now power but it also means no water since the water pumps for the area got their power cut too. The whole grid got messed up bad! Since we couldn't get any water here at my house, I had to go two days with no water at all and since we couldn't find any ice, all the food in our refrigerator went bad quick due to the hot 90+ degree temperatures. Of course we didn't have much food to begin with so things got pretty bad here. I hate being unprepared for crap like this but I'm not in charge of the money and trying to convince my parents to prepare is like pulling teeth. Anyway, we got our power back on and have had to restock on everything. Going two days without any water screwed me up a little bit and I ended up getting my sleep cycle messed up as well. I've been awake for about 48 hours and I'm hoping I can get some sleep now. Have you ever encountered lag while playing a game online? It's really weird when you are so tired but can't sleep that real life starts to lag right before your eyes. I'm feeling better though now that I've gotten some water though I'm still mentally exhausted.
Due to all this stuff going on, my sister bought be a track phone so that way we can keep in touch during emergencies when the electricity and phone is out. A track phone would have came in handy two years ago back when my mom stranded me at Wal-mart intown and conveniently forgot to pick me up. I'm really grateful to my sister for buying me this and she even went ahead and bought me a minute card though I'm going to have to stick around the house for a while for that to come in the mail. I may have to pay for the minute cards after the first but that shouldn't be too much of a problem if I can find some employment...but if I don't, just having the phone already bought for me and some minutes to start off with is something nice that I've never had before and have a real use for as well.
I was intending to get back to Demordicai Diamonds AGAIN but it seems yet again my plans have been foiled for the week. If it isn't one thing, it's another. This time was a heck of a lot more of a serious distraction but it's still frustrating. Once my phone card comes in the mail, me and my sister will set up my phone and I'll probably head on back to Professor Awesome's house to hopefully work on DD66. It's strange how every time I get ready to work on it, some bad stuff happens that pulls me away from it. My mom has a major health crisis and goes to the emergency room, a nasty storm wipes out power for the whole area, I wonder what's next? Whatever it is, it seems like it's getting progressively worse. If I'm lucky, there won't be a nuclear holocaust, biological warfare, or Justin Bieber in town to pull me away from it again.
I'm just glad things are slowly returning back to normal. This storm definitely packed a punch and I really didn't need another storm to deal with after the ridiculous Supreme Court ruling on Obamacare to deal with. What a crazy week it has been.
Well, that's it for this journal. I'm hoping I'll be back to art and comic work maybe in several more days but it all depends on how fast the mail travels.
It's been NOT FUN AT ALL these past few days. No electricity for the whole area obviously means now power but it also means no water since the water pumps for the area got their power cut too. The whole grid got messed up bad! Since we couldn't get any water here at my house, I had to go two days with no water at all and since we couldn't find any ice, all the food in our refrigerator went bad quick due to the hot 90+ degree temperatures. Of course we didn't have much food to begin with so things got pretty bad here. I hate being unprepared for crap like this but I'm not in charge of the money and trying to convince my parents to prepare is like pulling teeth. Anyway, we got our power back on and have had to restock on everything. Going two days without any water screwed me up a little bit and I ended up getting my sleep cycle messed up as well. I've been awake for about 48 hours and I'm hoping I can get some sleep now. Have you ever encountered lag while playing a game online? It's really weird when you are so tired but can't sleep that real life starts to lag right before your eyes. I'm feeling better though now that I've gotten some water though I'm still mentally exhausted.
Due to all this stuff going on, my sister bought be a track phone so that way we can keep in touch during emergencies when the electricity and phone is out. A track phone would have came in handy two years ago back when my mom stranded me at Wal-mart intown and conveniently forgot to pick me up. I'm really grateful to my sister for buying me this and she even went ahead and bought me a minute card though I'm going to have to stick around the house for a while for that to come in the mail. I may have to pay for the minute cards after the first but that shouldn't be too much of a problem if I can find some employment...but if I don't, just having the phone already bought for me and some minutes to start off with is something nice that I've never had before and have a real use for as well.
I was intending to get back to Demordicai Diamonds AGAIN but it seems yet again my plans have been foiled for the week. If it isn't one thing, it's another. This time was a heck of a lot more of a serious distraction but it's still frustrating. Once my phone card comes in the mail, me and my sister will set up my phone and I'll probably head on back to Professor Awesome's house to hopefully work on DD66. It's strange how every time I get ready to work on it, some bad stuff happens that pulls me away from it. My mom has a major health crisis and goes to the emergency room, a nasty storm wipes out power for the whole area, I wonder what's next? Whatever it is, it seems like it's getting progressively worse. If I'm lucky, there won't be a nuclear holocaust, biological warfare, or Justin Bieber in town to pull me away from it again.
I'm just glad things are slowly returning back to normal. This storm definitely packed a punch and I really didn't need another storm to deal with after the ridiculous Supreme Court ruling on Obamacare to deal with. What a crazy week it has been.
Well, that's it for this journal. I'm hoping I'll be back to art and comic work maybe in several more days but it all depends on how fast the mail travels.
Crap + Fan = Zidane Headbutt
Posted 13 years agoWhat a crazy week it has been. I had originally hoped to finally get back to doing some artwork and no sooner than the day after I left my house to go to Professor Awesome's house, did the shit hit the fan. Things started out okay, my 90-year-old grandma, who's been visit from North Carolina since May went back home with family after they came to pick her up. It's been a bit stressful to an extent having her here though it was nice seeing her especially considering how old she is and that I may not get to see her again. The stressful part comes from some of my family, particularly my eldest brother using her presence like a shield to do what they want and not have to worry about any retaliation from me or anyone else. It's like being blocked by a piece in chess and I didn't want to start any confrontations in front of my grandma. With her going back home, I'm finally able to call bullshit when I see it and I wouldn't be as bound to the house as I have been this month.
Or so I thought.
My mom went to the emergency room at the local hospital earlier this week due to breathing problems. She was admitted to the hospital and has been there several days now. It's been nerve wracking for the past few days for me with her in the hospital and not being able to do anything about it. Turns out she has a combination of emphysema and bronchitis. She's a big smoker though she quit a few years ago and got hooked back on it again. Of course having sixteen chickens crapping all over the basement for weeks on end isn't going to be good for anyone's lungs but it was only recently that my mom and dad reconsidered the thought of putting the chickens outside regardless of the status of the construction of the chicken coop (it still isn't finished yet for the same reasons as last year's coop).
I've been visiting my mom everyday along with my sister. She's been making a good recovery, slow but improving. She's no longer confined to isolation and can go and walk around the hospital and get food at the snack bar though she's still very weak. The doctors think she may also have a weak heart that only compounds the problems she now faces. It took some convincing to get my middle brother to go visit her as he seems to be more concerned with getting pot than visiting but he eventually showed up though he wouldn't go with me and my sister. Better than not showing up at all at least. But when it comes to my eldest brother, he hasn't visited at all despite how much my mom coddles him and pays for everything he wants. I haven't talked to him about it yet but it's yet another thing that's making me mad. On a side note, after visiting my mom today, I come home to find the front door slightly ajar and that all the chickens held a pooping party inside the house. -sigh- And what a mess it was. At first I thought that somehow maybe a dog or my cat opened it but then I found water around the toilet meaning that someone was here when I was gone and flushed the toilet. The pipes are bad and leak in a certain pattern on the floor whenever you flush and it's easy to discern. I haven't figured out just who was here yet but I'll get to the bottom of it. Whoever it was left the door open enough either for another animal to open it further or just left it open enough to let the chickens in. Either way, I'm not happy about it.
On top of my mom being in the hospital, I got hit with another bombshell. Now my mom has a month to go back to her job or she's going to be fired but I found out just last night that my dad may be in jeopardy of losing his job too around November. Well, he might not exactly "lose" it but get transferred but there is no way he could drive even father than what he already does. He drives 50 miles to work (and that's just one way!) almost everyday and there is no way he can drive even further. Of course gas prices are more than double what they used to be way back when he first got his job as a corrections officer. He's the big bread winner of my family and he has practically kept the family afloat financially for years now. He's only a few more years from retiring with a good pension too.
If worse comes to worse, my mother will still be decent but fragile health after she get's out of the hospital and possibly lose her job and my dad might lose his job, leaving my family with no income whatsoever. I still haven't been able to get any employment myself after my family sabotaged my Wal-mart janitor job back in April of 2010 so I'm still stuck being completely dependent on my parents unless I manage to land some employment by November. It's a slap in the face when I hear the stupid propaganda on the news about how employment is rising in the area I live and unemployment is going down. People like me aren't included in the mathematical gymnastic-like equation for area unemployment. People who still don't have jobs and whose unemployment benefits have finally run out aren't counted and people who have never been hired before and are trying to get employment are not counted. This one official was even saying that there are less people on food stamps around here so that must mean that unemployment has gone down, right? Wrong, the food stamp program here requires you to work at least some type of job. If you don't have a job, you don't get food stamps. Sometimes they (the government) will give you something to work but the program has been so overloaded that most people on food stamps without regular jobs may only work the job they are given once a month because of the sheer amount of people on food stamps. These jobs entail stuff like mowing grass for a few hours once a month, yes, ONCE A MONTH, on abandoned property. They really don't have employment to give out besides tiny amounts of busy work that amount to nothing. If they can't give you even the most useless hour or two long job a month, then they can't have you on the food stamp roll. But it's spun like the area is improving and jobs are coming back, just in time for election season this fall. Isn't that convenient?
I just don't know what to do. I can't seem to get any employment and if both my parents lose their jobs by November, I doubt that they will be able to find employment let alone decent enough employment to pay the bills. It's really got me worried about the future not only for myself but for my mom and dad. I don't expect much help from my siblings (with maybe the exception of my sister) if things go for the worse. I'm going to keep job hunting and applying to what I find but if my luck doesn't pick up soon, things could be looking really bad for me and my family come the end of the year.
So I had to take a break from typing this journal to deal with my eldest brother and his girlfriend showing up to the house. I haven't seen my eldest brother in a while and I had some choice words for him for not making any attempt visiting my mom in the hospital. Things got heated and I brought on my whole list of grievances of shit he has caused around the house, to me, and to the rest of my family. Well, it had an interesting conclusion to say the least.
My eldest brother headbutted me. No joke, he seriously headbutted me in the face.
I didn't fight back, I didn't throw a punch. I just stood there. It was weird, I didn't feel the pain at first but then I started to feel warm blood on my face and found I was bleeding. I have about what I think is an inch-long gash on my nose and it's a little too bloody for me to be able to measure it properly. I'm waiting right now for my dad to get back from town with some medical supplies (turns out we don't have anything here) and I think I'll take up his offer to take me down to the emergency room to get some stitches. It's been a bit and my gash doesn't look like it's going to stop bleeding anytime soon. I took some pictures of it cause I know my other siblings are going to want to see what happened.
So I told my eldest brother to fuck off and never to show his face back here again though I know he will come back. He ALWAYS comes back but that's mainly becuase my parents let him do so regardless of any previous action even though he doesn't even live here anymore. Maybe it's about time I just say fuck it and get out of here. I'm done with dealing with my eldest brother and all the crap he causes. I've been sternest out of everyone but even then I've been pretty damn lenient with dealing with and he's had far too many extra chances to redeem himself instead of being a pain in everyone's rear end and their wallets as well.
I really don't know what I'm going to do now. I suppose first things first is to get my nose mended up at the emergency room once my dad gets back. Maybe I'll head over to my friend Professor Awesome's house for a bit and have some peace and quiet to myself and time to think.
As for artwork, if I do go over to Professor Awesome's house then maybe I might be able to work on something but my head is spinning a little too much to really plan ahead. I do want to get DD66 done sometime soon as it is ridiculously overdue but it's been really hard to get any artwork done at all. It really is just one thing after another for me to deal with and real life crap comes first. But for those of you optimists out there, there is a decent chance I may have something new to show for in the next coming days. I had talked with Professor Awesome previously about maybe doing some art detailing the currency and a map of Relma sometime but like most potential projects, I can't make any sort of guarantee on it, especially now.
Man, getting headbutted sucks. I'm surprised a pokemon didn't come out of my nose.
Or so I thought.
My mom went to the emergency room at the local hospital earlier this week due to breathing problems. She was admitted to the hospital and has been there several days now. It's been nerve wracking for the past few days for me with her in the hospital and not being able to do anything about it. Turns out she has a combination of emphysema and bronchitis. She's a big smoker though she quit a few years ago and got hooked back on it again. Of course having sixteen chickens crapping all over the basement for weeks on end isn't going to be good for anyone's lungs but it was only recently that my mom and dad reconsidered the thought of putting the chickens outside regardless of the status of the construction of the chicken coop (it still isn't finished yet for the same reasons as last year's coop).
I've been visiting my mom everyday along with my sister. She's been making a good recovery, slow but improving. She's no longer confined to isolation and can go and walk around the hospital and get food at the snack bar though she's still very weak. The doctors think she may also have a weak heart that only compounds the problems she now faces. It took some convincing to get my middle brother to go visit her as he seems to be more concerned with getting pot than visiting but he eventually showed up though he wouldn't go with me and my sister. Better than not showing up at all at least. But when it comes to my eldest brother, he hasn't visited at all despite how much my mom coddles him and pays for everything he wants. I haven't talked to him about it yet but it's yet another thing that's making me mad. On a side note, after visiting my mom today, I come home to find the front door slightly ajar and that all the chickens held a pooping party inside the house. -sigh- And what a mess it was. At first I thought that somehow maybe a dog or my cat opened it but then I found water around the toilet meaning that someone was here when I was gone and flushed the toilet. The pipes are bad and leak in a certain pattern on the floor whenever you flush and it's easy to discern. I haven't figured out just who was here yet but I'll get to the bottom of it. Whoever it was left the door open enough either for another animal to open it further or just left it open enough to let the chickens in. Either way, I'm not happy about it.
On top of my mom being in the hospital, I got hit with another bombshell. Now my mom has a month to go back to her job or she's going to be fired but I found out just last night that my dad may be in jeopardy of losing his job too around November. Well, he might not exactly "lose" it but get transferred but there is no way he could drive even father than what he already does. He drives 50 miles to work (and that's just one way!) almost everyday and there is no way he can drive even further. Of course gas prices are more than double what they used to be way back when he first got his job as a corrections officer. He's the big bread winner of my family and he has practically kept the family afloat financially for years now. He's only a few more years from retiring with a good pension too.
If worse comes to worse, my mother will still be decent but fragile health after she get's out of the hospital and possibly lose her job and my dad might lose his job, leaving my family with no income whatsoever. I still haven't been able to get any employment myself after my family sabotaged my Wal-mart janitor job back in April of 2010 so I'm still stuck being completely dependent on my parents unless I manage to land some employment by November. It's a slap in the face when I hear the stupid propaganda on the news about how employment is rising in the area I live and unemployment is going down. People like me aren't included in the mathematical gymnastic-like equation for area unemployment. People who still don't have jobs and whose unemployment benefits have finally run out aren't counted and people who have never been hired before and are trying to get employment are not counted. This one official was even saying that there are less people on food stamps around here so that must mean that unemployment has gone down, right? Wrong, the food stamp program here requires you to work at least some type of job. If you don't have a job, you don't get food stamps. Sometimes they (the government) will give you something to work but the program has been so overloaded that most people on food stamps without regular jobs may only work the job they are given once a month because of the sheer amount of people on food stamps. These jobs entail stuff like mowing grass for a few hours once a month, yes, ONCE A MONTH, on abandoned property. They really don't have employment to give out besides tiny amounts of busy work that amount to nothing. If they can't give you even the most useless hour or two long job a month, then they can't have you on the food stamp roll. But it's spun like the area is improving and jobs are coming back, just in time for election season this fall. Isn't that convenient?
I just don't know what to do. I can't seem to get any employment and if both my parents lose their jobs by November, I doubt that they will be able to find employment let alone decent enough employment to pay the bills. It's really got me worried about the future not only for myself but for my mom and dad. I don't expect much help from my siblings (with maybe the exception of my sister) if things go for the worse. I'm going to keep job hunting and applying to what I find but if my luck doesn't pick up soon, things could be looking really bad for me and my family come the end of the year.
So I had to take a break from typing this journal to deal with my eldest brother and his girlfriend showing up to the house. I haven't seen my eldest brother in a while and I had some choice words for him for not making any attempt visiting my mom in the hospital. Things got heated and I brought on my whole list of grievances of shit he has caused around the house, to me, and to the rest of my family. Well, it had an interesting conclusion to say the least.
My eldest brother headbutted me. No joke, he seriously headbutted me in the face.
I didn't fight back, I didn't throw a punch. I just stood there. It was weird, I didn't feel the pain at first but then I started to feel warm blood on my face and found I was bleeding. I have about what I think is an inch-long gash on my nose and it's a little too bloody for me to be able to measure it properly. I'm waiting right now for my dad to get back from town with some medical supplies (turns out we don't have anything here) and I think I'll take up his offer to take me down to the emergency room to get some stitches. It's been a bit and my gash doesn't look like it's going to stop bleeding anytime soon. I took some pictures of it cause I know my other siblings are going to want to see what happened.
So I told my eldest brother to fuck off and never to show his face back here again though I know he will come back. He ALWAYS comes back but that's mainly becuase my parents let him do so regardless of any previous action even though he doesn't even live here anymore. Maybe it's about time I just say fuck it and get out of here. I'm done with dealing with my eldest brother and all the crap he causes. I've been sternest out of everyone but even then I've been pretty damn lenient with dealing with and he's had far too many extra chances to redeem himself instead of being a pain in everyone's rear end and their wallets as well.
I really don't know what I'm going to do now. I suppose first things first is to get my nose mended up at the emergency room once my dad gets back. Maybe I'll head over to my friend Professor Awesome's house for a bit and have some peace and quiet to myself and time to think.
As for artwork, if I do go over to Professor Awesome's house then maybe I might be able to work on something but my head is spinning a little too much to really plan ahead. I do want to get DD66 done sometime soon as it is ridiculously overdue but it's been really hard to get any artwork done at all. It really is just one thing after another for me to deal with and real life crap comes first. But for those of you optimists out there, there is a decent chance I may have something new to show for in the next coming days. I had talked with Professor Awesome previously about maybe doing some art detailing the currency and a map of Relma sometime but like most potential projects, I can't make any sort of guarantee on it, especially now.
Man, getting headbutted sucks. I'm surprised a pokemon didn't come out of my nose.