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Happy 2013!
General | Posted 13 years agoHappy New Year's, all my fellow furs :)
The Process
General | Posted 13 years agoSo, I am not dead, it seems, although I have been in soul a little bit of late. I would just like to sort-of announce that I've decided to do a 'ground-up' overhaul of the way I art - that is, the way I draw. I have a weird way about me, I know.
I used to draw almost daily for a good 3 & 1/2 - 4 years of m'life, and then, when I moved out on my own, unto the world, the foibles of adult-ish life kinda got in the way, in addition to honing other artistic skills. So now, as I revel in all the furry aspects of myself & my art, I am often let-down by what I create, I don't seem to have as much finesse with my pen-paw as I used to (or would like to have) so, I'm now in the process of re-building what I once had, but also dive into what I can be. So, in the coming times, I am going to experiment and explore what I can do with the arts. I also encourage anyone who reads this, or anyone who would care to have a look at what I draw, to perhaps point out any shortcomings in my work, but please, be gentle, it is like I am a virgin all over again, don't be too rough with me!
Oh, and to any who be interested, I have picked up the parts of Thrill Me I've done, and am trying to make that into as good a story as it can be, so that should be around sometime soon (I hope!)
Thanks, love ya's!
I used to draw almost daily for a good 3 & 1/2 - 4 years of m'life, and then, when I moved out on my own, unto the world, the foibles of adult-ish life kinda got in the way, in addition to honing other artistic skills. So now, as I revel in all the furry aspects of myself & my art, I am often let-down by what I create, I don't seem to have as much finesse with my pen-paw as I used to (or would like to have) so, I'm now in the process of re-building what I once had, but also dive into what I can be. So, in the coming times, I am going to experiment and explore what I can do with the arts. I also encourage anyone who reads this, or anyone who would care to have a look at what I draw, to perhaps point out any shortcomings in my work, but please, be gentle, it is like I am a virgin all over again, don't be too rough with me!
Oh, and to any who be interested, I have picked up the parts of Thrill Me I've done, and am trying to make that into as good a story as it can be, so that should be around sometime soon (I hope!)
Thanks, love ya's!
I'm a twit, too!
General | Posted 13 years agoHey everybody! I'm on TWITTER now, come one, come all and TWEEP TWAT TOOT at me, elleryartisan !!!!!
Evidence,
General | Posted 13 years agoEvidence, of my genius, I say!!
For I have just decreed, we need a furry ballet!!
But of the type directed by Aronofsky,
Of the nature most crazy...
I don't think I pulled that off
... shit.... uh, uh, cough?
I fail!
Why do I try? Always it meets no avail
Krosis.
For I have just decreed, we need a furry ballet!!
But of the type directed by Aronofsky,
Of the nature most crazy...
I don't think I pulled that off
... shit.... uh, uh, cough?
I fail!
Why do I try? Always it meets no avail
Krosis.
EREADAHS!
General | Posted 13 years agoHey-lo my good furs!
Does anyone know how to convert/format/save/whatever a text file into the kind of PDF/ePub file that eReaders can read? I got a Kobo for Christmas and remember reading somewhere when I was setting it up that it is possible to, like, side-load files into it, and was wondering if that meant you can turn your own text files into eReadery files...
Kinda a shot in the dark here, but does anyone know how to do that/if it's even possible? :)
- El
Does anyone know how to convert/format/save/whatever a text file into the kind of PDF/ePub file that eReaders can read? I got a Kobo for Christmas and remember reading somewhere when I was setting it up that it is possible to, like, side-load files into it, and was wondering if that meant you can turn your own text files into eReadery files...
Kinda a shot in the dark here, but does anyone know how to do that/if it's even possible? :)
- El
Skype
General | Posted 13 years agoWhere my furries at?
So, I just got Skype, and it's a furry one! I finally signed up for that shyt, I downloaded the app and everything. It's taking up 21.69 Megabytes of precious, precious storage, and I cannot allow them bytes to go to waste, I tell ya! So, yeah, if ya wanna chat, add that up and stuff... just maybe, idk, lemmie know who you are... so that I know... who you are.
So, I just got Skype, and it's a furry one! I finally signed up for that shyt, I downloaded the app and everything. It's taking up 21.69 Megabytes of precious, precious storage, and I cannot allow them bytes to go to waste, I tell ya! So, yeah, if ya wanna chat, add that up and stuff... just maybe, idk, lemmie know who you are... so that I know... who you are.
No Subject
General | Posted 13 years agoSomething Wicked, this way comes.
Macabre
General | Posted 13 years agoOh god, I just killed a spider and feel bad.
A very true story.
General | Posted 13 years agoOkay, so I was sitting on my futon, enjoying it's cast-iron bars sticking me in the ass, when, suddenly, I noticed my latest Kenneth Oppel novel lying precariously close to a cup of special donair-dipping-sauce, I managed to migrate it to safety before any tomfoolery could occur, when suddenly, a gigantic pots-and-pans robot burst through my wall; beyond which lied a vast cavern, filled with strange anthropomorphic mushrooms and blocks that floated in the sky.
The automaton offered me a bottle of Campari, but before I could answer, he smashed the bottle over my head, and tried to enlist me in the Spanish Revolution, COMPLETELY ignoring my attempts to make it realize that that had ended at LEAST a few years ago.
He took me down the the all-night Spanish Attire Store & Laundromat, when who do I see but Kitty Gaga purring her way through some great onslaught of excellence while she waited on a rickety drying machine to finish with her many sexy, sexy garments, I asked her to save me, but she couldn't hear me, because suddenly I was a pink sponge!
Thankfully, Kitty Gaga recognized me, even in my state of squarity, and rushed to my side in aid.
Save me, Gaga! I beamed unto the telepathic channel we'd worked up.
Fear not, fluffy monster! was her reply.
She took stock of the mechanical behemoth before her, and then at my state, with her keen, fashionably-sunglassed eyes.
"Now, it seems to me..." she said, rubbing a paw 'cross her chin. "The problem you seem to be facing.... is that you're sober."
Which was true, GOD, was it ever true.
She produced a fine bottle of Bombay Sapphire from her magical handbag of tricks, (it's shaped like a seahorse, you aught to know) poured it promptly onto the floor, and dropped me onto it, where I absorbed all the alcohol into my sexy, spongey being.
Then she drop-kicked the automan, and it shattered into a million pieces, which she skilfully melded into a disco-ball with her telekinetic powers. Then she used me to give all the homeless prostitutes a sponge-bath, which got them very drunk and they were hospitalized with chronic death. Also, I got herpes. But the large-breasted octopus that hides in my dirty linens managed to burn them off with his heat vision.
And that's how I saved Christmas!
The automaton offered me a bottle of Campari, but before I could answer, he smashed the bottle over my head, and tried to enlist me in the Spanish Revolution, COMPLETELY ignoring my attempts to make it realize that that had ended at LEAST a few years ago.
He took me down the the all-night Spanish Attire Store & Laundromat, when who do I see but Kitty Gaga purring her way through some great onslaught of excellence while she waited on a rickety drying machine to finish with her many sexy, sexy garments, I asked her to save me, but she couldn't hear me, because suddenly I was a pink sponge!
Thankfully, Kitty Gaga recognized me, even in my state of squarity, and rushed to my side in aid.
Save me, Gaga! I beamed unto the telepathic channel we'd worked up.
Fear not, fluffy monster! was her reply.
She took stock of the mechanical behemoth before her, and then at my state, with her keen, fashionably-sunglassed eyes.
"Now, it seems to me..." she said, rubbing a paw 'cross her chin. "The problem you seem to be facing.... is that you're sober."
Which was true, GOD, was it ever true.
She produced a fine bottle of Bombay Sapphire from her magical handbag of tricks, (it's shaped like a seahorse, you aught to know) poured it promptly onto the floor, and dropped me onto it, where I absorbed all the alcohol into my sexy, spongey being.
Then she drop-kicked the automan, and it shattered into a million pieces, which she skilfully melded into a disco-ball with her telekinetic powers. Then she used me to give all the homeless prostitutes a sponge-bath, which got them very drunk and they were hospitalized with chronic death. Also, I got herpes. But the large-breasted octopus that hides in my dirty linens managed to burn them off with his heat vision.
And that's how I saved Christmas!
